Chapter 7: Friends

Chapter 7: Friends

Tim and I help Constable Carter put the sea eagles - and their eggs - back in the nest. It’s not easy. The birds are very heavy and they don’t like us holding them. One bird bites me. The other police officers have taken the smugglers away. They are going to go to Sunshine Bay to look for the smugglers’ friends and their boat.

Tim and I go back to Blue Moon Hotel. Constable Carter comes with us. Dad and Mum are in bed. They both come to the front door. We all go into the front room. Constable Carter tells them about the birds and the smugglers. I was right - my parents are very angry. They are happy Tim and I are okay but they are not happy with me.

Mum gets Tim’s mother. She walks in and sees Tim.

‘Tim - why aren’t you in bed?’

Tim doesn’t speak. He doesn’t look at his mother.

My mother says, ‘Constable Carter, this is Mary Bailey, Tim’s mother.’

Constable Carter says, ‘Good evening, Mrs Bailey. I’m Steve Carter. I’m the police officer here in Blue Moon Beach. Your son Tim and his friend Sam are heroes. They helped the police catch two bird smugglers.’

Tim’s mother opens her eyes very wide. ‘What? Bird smugglers? Tim, what’s Constable Carter talking about?’

‘Let’s sit down and listen to the boys’ story,’ says Dad.

Mum says, ‘I’ll make some hot chocolate.’

Soon, we’re all drinking hot chocolate.

Constable Carter says, ‘Sam, Tim, tell us more of your story. When did you know about the smugglers?’

I say, ‘I saw those men on the beach this morning. They were looking at the sea eagles, and the nest. And tonight we saw the things in the back of their truck - the boxes and the ropes and the nets. Then I knew.’

‘Why didn’t you go and get Constable Carter?’ asks Dad.

‘Or come back home?’ says Mum.

‘That’s a good question,’ says Mrs Bailey. ‘It is the job of the police to catch smugglers. Tim, I’m very angry. Why did you go out? I told you not to go out at night. Those men…’ She starts to cry. Mum goes to her and holds her hand.

‘Now, Mary. Don’t cry,’ says Mum. ‘Tim is okay. Boys will be boys.’

‘No,’ says Mrs Bailey. ‘Not my Tim. I need him. It’s just the two of us now.’

My family and Constable Carter do not speak. Tim is quiet for a minute. Then he looks at his mother and says, ‘I’m sorry, Mum. But I’m fifteen. I need to try new things.’

She looks at him. She gives him a small smile. ‘Oh, Tim. Where has my little boy gone? You’re right. But no more catching smugglers. Okay?’

‘Okay, Mum,’ says Tim, with a big smile.

‘I want to hear more about it,’ says Dad. ‘You were very clever to stop the truck.’

‘Tim stopped the truck,’ I say.

‘And we caught them with their own nets!’ says Tim.

Tim and his mother stay with us for two weeks. Tim and I tell our story again to Constable Carter and some other police officers. They did not catch the other bird smugglers in the boat at Sunshine Bay. But Tim and I are just happy the sea eagles are okay.

I show Tim lots of things at Blue Moon Beach. Soon he can name most of the birds and some of the fish. Every day we go to the beach and I teach him to swim. We go out deeper every day.

Some mornings, Mrs Bailey sits on the beach and watches. She smiles a lot more these days. One day Tim says, ‘Come in for a swim, Mum!’ And she does!

Tim teaches me things too. He teaches me about cars. We climb under Dad’s car and Tim shows me the fuel pipe. He shows me how he used the rock on the smugglers’ truck.

Tim and his mother are going home tomorrow. I don’t want them to go. Tim wants to stay too.

Tim and I walk down to the beach and have a swim. Then we go out to the rocks. Tim wants to have one last look at the sea eagles. Tim and I don’t go near the nest these days, but we see the birds flying above us.

One of the birds flies down to the nest. Then we hear a noise coming from the nest. It’s a bird noise, but it’s not like the noise I’ve heard sea eagles make before.

‘What’s making that noise?’ asks Tim.

‘Let’s go and see,’ I say. ‘Come on.’

We go a little closer to the nest, and what do we see? A baby sea eagle! Only one. Perhaps the other egg got cold.

But this baby sea eagle looks strong and well. Its mother is giving it a small fish to eat.

Tim and I look up. We watch the other sea eagle flying in circles over Blue Moon Beach.

‘In three months the baby will be flying too,’ I say.

‘I’ll come back and see that,’ says my friend Tim.