A high-stakes adventure series perfect for fans of the I Survived series and Hatchet. Eleven-year-old Travis and his family are on a whale watch off the coast of Washington when disaster strikes. The boat capsizes, throwing everyone into the ice-cold chaotic waves. Separated from their families and struggling to stay afloat, Travis and twelve-year-old Marina must use all of their grit and knowledge to survive. With seventeen years of hands-on experience and training in remote areas, survival expert Terry Lynn Johnson (Ice Dogs; Sled Dog School) creates on-the-edge-of-your-seat storytelling featuring the real skills that kids need to survive a disaster. This book includes Coast Guard-approved cold-water survival tips; you may have a better chance of surviving a real-life cold-water disaster after reading this book. Stay calm. Stay smart. Survive.
About the Author
Terry Lynn Johnson has lived in northern Ontario Canada for over forty years. She's a Conservation Officer with fifteen years’ experience training in cold-water environments and first aid, and she's trained with the Canadian Coast Guard. Terry enjoys snowshoeing and dreaming up ways to survive the outdoors. www.terrylynnjohnson.com
Read an Excerpt
“Tell me how you survived the whale attack,” the reporter said. Not this again. I sank back into the couch cushions and rubbed my face. “That’s not the real story,” I told him. I could hardly believe what had actually happened. He leaned in. “Then tell me the real story. That’s why I’m here. As I explained, I’m writing a series about survivors—kids like you—who made it home alive after a life-threatening experience. I want to hear about that afternoon while you were on vacation. You and Marina were the only ones who didn’t make it to the life rafts.” He glanced over his shoulder toward the kitchen. The smell of peanut butter cookies drifted toward us. “I want to hear the truth so young people who read these survivor diaries can learn from you. There aren’t many eleven-year-olds who’ve had an experience like yours.” He placed his phone on the coffee table between us and pressed Record. “So, Travis, how did you survive?” I stared at the bald man sitting in my living room. He was asking me to talk about the worst moments of my life. I blew out a breath. “I didn’t even know what was going on at first. Marina just yelled the warning and then the next thing you know I’m in the water. Everything was crazy loud. You know that bubbly kind of sound you hear underwater? Except not the peaceful kind like when you’re swimming. It was even worse on the surface with the waves smacking me in the face and the wind howling and people screaming and . . .” “No, no.” He scratched at his tiny beard on his chin. “I want you to start at the beginning. The whole story. Take your time.” I took a sip from my lemonade. “It all started with the whales.”
Four months earlier
The boat swayed beneath me. I spread my feet apart to balance and lifted my face into the wind. It smelled like seaweed and salt and some kind of animal poop and it was awesome. “Put this on, Trav.” Mom ambushed me with a red and black suit. She held it open for me to step into like I was five, and stuffed my arm into a sleeve. “What? No, what is that?” “An immersion suit. It’s rough today, and it’s going to be chilly on the water.” “Stacey’s not wearing one,” I said. “Older. And wiser.” My sister didn’t look up from texting, but she smirked for my benefit. I let Mom do up the zipper—no point in arguing. Ever since my gym accident, Mom had been hovering. It was my life. “And I hid some animal crackers in the pocket in case you want a snack.” “Mom,” Stacey said. “I think the last thing Chunky Monkey needs is a snack.” “Welcome aboard the Selkie Two,” a man said through the speakers attached to the outside of the cabin. The wheelhouse is what Dad had called it. I could see inside through the big windows to where people were sitting on benches. “I’m your captain, Alfonso Hernandez. My daughter Marina and I are happy you’ve chosen to come with us this afternoon. July is a great time for whale watching in the Strait of Juan de Fuca.” The captain was talking into a microphone while steering the boat from the front of the cabin. A dark-haired girl next to him waved. “For the next three hours, we hope to find you some harbor seals and sea lions. If we’re lucky we’ll see orcas, and maybe humpbacks. There’s a ten-knot northwest wind, we’ll have a bit of chop, but nothing our fine vessel can’t handle. Let’s hope the wildlife cooperates. We do guarantee jellyfish sightings.” Someone standing next to me at the railing chuckled. “So let’s get to the introduction, and then we’ll be all set. We’ve got twenty-three on board today, including crew. This is a fifty-foot vessel equipped with all the latest safety features.” I watched the girl, Marina, through the giant windows. She walked through the cabin pointing at things as her dad talked about where everything was. My focus drifted back to the water. White lines raced across the surface. Rolling waves curled at their tops. The waves slapped against the boat as we headed out, directly toward the mountains in the background. I couldn’t believe we were finally here. “Think we’ll see a whale?” I asked Dad. Out of everything we had planned on our vacation to Washington State, this was what I’d been looking forward to the most. I’d never seen a whale. Dad’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the rail. “Uh . . . er . . . maybe. I think I should go sit for a bit. You keep watch.” He was pale already and we’d just started. “Aren’t those magic bands working?” I asked, pointing to what he wore on his wrists to stop seasickness. “Come on, Travis,” Mom said. “We’ll all go inside.” “But I want to see the whales,” I said. “Look, I’ve got my suit on.” “Leave him be, Mandy,” said Dad, as he lurched toward the cabin. “I’m going up,” Stacey said, and she headed for the stairs to the platform on top of the cabin. “Better cell reception.” I started to follow but Mom pulled me back. “No, I don’t want you to slip.” Once I got closer to the stairs, I could see Mom was right. They were steep, and that platform looked high. I was glad she’d said no, but I pretended to be disappointed. Mom glanced back at me with worried eyes before she helped Dad into the cabin. I walked to the other side of the boat. Freedom! The wind blew through my hair. With the suit on, I wasn’t cold at all. “Harbor porpoises!” a voice said beside me. I turned and saw Marina pointing out into the water. Her wide-brimmed hat was attached with a chin strap. A blue-checkered bandanna flapped around her neck, making her look like an adventurer from a magazine. “There’s a pod of them following the current line! Do you see?” I searched the water and saw nothing but waves. “You can tell they’re harbor porpoises because their dorsal fins are shaped like chocolate chips.” A small black fin popped out of the water and dipped back in again. “There! I saw it,” I said. “They swim so fast.” I looked at her and grinned. She wore a short red life jacket over her Windbreaker. The life jacket had things attached to it, including a small knife sheath. “That’s cool,” I said, pointing to the knife. “It’s my marine knife. I always keep it on my guide vest. All mariners wear them in case we have to cut a line real quick.” “You’re a guide? How old are you?” “Twelve. But you don’t have to be old to know stuff. I’ve been doing this my whole life.” I tried to think of a way to change the subject because I didn’t want her to ask how old I was next and find out that I was younger than her. But she wasn’t looking at me; she was gazing across the waves. I followed her gaze and saw what she was looking at. More fins sticking out of the water, but these were long. Some of them looked as tall as Mom. Marina waved to her dad through the window and pointed. “J-pod,” she yelled. “Starboard side.” Then to me she added, “That’s marine-speak for the right side of the vessel. The left side is called port.” I nodded as if I knew that because I didn’t like the way she said it to me, as if I didn’t. The boat slowed down and it seemed as if all the people who had been inside were running out of the cabin and up the stairs to the viewing platform. Black fins that looked like sharks’ sliced through the water directly toward us. They were all clumped together. “What did you call them?” “They’re orcas, also called killer whales. They live here in the Salish Sea. All the whales in a family that swim together are called a pod. This pod has Granny, the oldest killer whale. She’s over a hundred years old!” “But how can you tell which pod this is?” “They all have a unique saddle patch on their dorsal fin.” I couldn’t see the difference at all, except that some of the fins were longer than others. One of the orcas lifted its head out of the water and I glimpsed the white markings for a moment before it disappeared. A gust of wind pushed me forward. The boat rocked harder with the waves and I gripped the railing to steady myself. Almost everyone was up top taking pictures. I peered over to the other side of the boat, to the port side. The biggest whale I’d ever seen in my life leaped out of the water, its body arched. Long fins on its side stuck out like airplane wings. It splashed back down with a loud slap. “Humpbacks!” Marina squealed. “That was a juvenile breaching. A young one.” A line of mist suddenly shot out of the water, and I heard a sound like Grandpa blowing his nose real loud. “The mom whale is coming beside it!” Marina hopped. “They’re going to pass right in front of us!” I caught a whiff of something like bad breath. Fishy. “That was a young one?” “Yeah, adults are almost fifty feet. That’s longer than a school bus!” I couldn’t believe our luck. I searched the cabin to see if Mom and Dad were watching, but I couldn’t see them. “I should go get my parents,” I said. “Where—?” But before she could finish, she gaped at something behind me, her eyes growing wide. “DAD!” she screamed. I didn’t have time to look. The boat rocked violently out from under my feet, and then hurtled me into the air.