Wheeling Gull Isle but i was hedging my bets at vbs

“Yeah… I’m ok,” he assures gruffly, peeling himself off the shore and hawking up a jawful of sand.

“I like doing that actually. Um, It’s fun,” he tries to recover so Dinah won't see what a massive yellow-belly he is, but he can’t stop shame from seeping into his tone. He just wanted to be cool and brave and skilled like the rest of his siblings. He wanted Dinah to admire him the way he did her. But how is he supposed to do that when he isn’t good at anything?

He wanted her to have the best rock, with the biggest ridges and the swirliest swirls that she could show off to everybody and when she did and they heard it was Judah that had got it for her they’d all be so impressed and he’d be deemed the best, strongest, coolest brother on the whole island!