The Third Breath, page 1 of 12

Pip stands up in the puddle with both front limbs out, reporting, his folded leaf bell floating beside him while Dawn lays her huge head on the sand to listen.

The eleventh boat was a diving bell, which is a boat for going the wrong way.

Pip folded it from one leaf, waxy side in. Underneath it, air stayed air.

He tested it in a puddle two Pips deep, surveyed it like a sea, went down like a stone, and came up like a cork, reporting.

Dawn attended every launch.