no narrow escape

Dr. I.C. Yourinsides knew that this narrow boat would never make it off the wide New Island beach. The magnetic attraction of the place had snared another one.

For the moment, Tessa laid the blame somewhere else. “Oh no, Grandpa. What have you gone and done *now*?”

Sh-t, he thinks from the back. Can’t steer this thing worth a lick!

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