They crossed over the rocks and dropped down into a sandy cove.
“There’s someone with a boat,” Teena said, pointing along the curving beach. A rowboat was pulled up on the sand. Two men stood beside it.
“Fishermen,” Eddie said. “Let’s see if they caught anything.”
There were several other small boats out on Moon Bay. Eddie and his father had fished the bay several times themselves. Although shallow in places, there were spots in the bay where good-sized perch and bass, and occasional halibut were caught.
Eddie and Teena hurried along the beach. The two men looked up as they approached.
“Hi, there,” Eddie greeted. “Any luck?”
The two men glanced at each other, seeming to pass a silent question back and forth.
Eddie laughed. “It’s O.K.,” he said. “I know most of the fishing spots out there. You won’t be giving away any secrets.”
“Hi, there,” Eddie greeted. “Any luck?”