Thirst for Adventure

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Another day was ending and Myrtle was feeling heavy with fatigue. It had only been a week since she had given birth to 50 hatchlings and now they had all gone out to sea.

Sydney, the last one had just left a little bit ago. Myrtle had watched her swim into the ocean. Yes, she may have had a small lump rising in her throat, watching Sydney ride the waves. But this was how it was supposed to be. These were not the first hatchlings she would say goodbye too and they wouldn’t be the last.

Now where was Tulag? She thought he had been watching from the nest, but he was gone. Myrtle smiled, he may deny it, but he was getting more sensitive with age, when their hatchlings left.

He helped dig the nest 75.centimeters deep and and was so attentive to Myrtle as they waited 2 months for their eggs to hatch.

So where was he now? Oh well, he was a big boy, she didn’t need to wait up for him. Nope, she was closing her eyes and getting some much needed rest. The nest was a lot more peaceful without 50 hatchlings squealing for food!

It felt like she had just closed her eyes when something hopped on her back.

“HI Mommy! I am back!”

Myrtle’s eyes popped open. “Sydney what are you doing here?”

Ahh! There was Tulag off to the side with an apologetic look in his eyes.

“I rode the wave back, aren’t you proud Mommy?”

Myrtle gave a pointed look at Tulag. He spoke up, “i told her to swim into the ocean and kept putting her back in the water. Only for her to yell, “Wheeee!” while riding the wave in to shore.”

Myrtle shook ber head and rolled her eyes but secretly she was happy. One of her hatchlings was staying witb her. Something she had always secretly hoped for.

The 3 of them had fun over the next few months, but Sydney was growing. She was outgrowing the nest. Myrtle was starting to lose patience with Sydney sleeping in between her and Tulag.

2 years later Myrtle and Tulag knew they had to do something, for it was time for Myrtle to fill the nest again with eggs.

One day Myrtle took Sydney on a walk.

“My dear Sydney I have loved having you, but you do know that it is way past time for you to leave, right? I need the nest.”

“Oh my. Are you? That means you and Dad . . ? UGH! I am never having hatchlings, no thank you!”

Myrtle tried not to chuckle, Sydney was so emphatic. Her little drama queen.

“So what do you plan to do?”

“I want cool adventures like you had, Mom. Remember your stories about Betsy the cow? I want to meet her. So my shell is packed and I am heading out.”

“But you don’t even know where she is! I don’t even know.”

“Maybe the 2 of us can find her together?” replied Sydney, with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Oh, this is crazy, but Myrtle couldn’t deny that it would be nice to see Betsy again. Let me get Tulag and we will join you. We have to hurry , for in a month I need to make a nest.’

Soon the 3 of them were off on their grand adventure.

“Let me get this straight.” Tulag said. ” You have no idea where Betsy is? You have no idea what kind of adventure she is on? You have no idea how long this will take? Am I right about all of that?”

“Totally , my dear.”

Tulag groaned. The women in his life were going to drive him insane!

19 thoughts on “Thirst for Adventure

  1. Where’s Bob, and why isn’t he in this story? You know, Bob the seagull? And all the other Bob the seagulls? Seagulls love to feast on sea turtle hatchlings, and it seems unrealistic that Myrtle didn’t lose at least half her new offspring to Bob.

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  2. Cute tale! I feel certain that Myrtle imparts these words to her hatchlings : “Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.” – James Bryant Conant. Tulag (to lag!) appears to be more inclined towards those of Bruce Feiler : “Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.” Thank-you!

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