Soon the most important question about them was no longer asked: How had they made this impossible trip? How had they crossed the Atlantic? I can tell you. They had help.” For an instant, Apollo felt himself back on North Brother Island and Cal there with him as they watched the trawler chugging out to open waters. “The big one can swim,” he muttered. “Yes, he can,” Jorgen said, watching Apollo with a look of surprise.
