It was another two week before the high tide she needed. There was plenty of time to pepper her father with questions.
"What do I do if the river splits?"
He shook his head, he didn't know.
"What sorts of dangers are there? Do they have sharks?"
He shook his head.
"Can you tell me anything?" she cried, exasperated.
"Very little. The fish you found is a special kind that swims up into the mountains. When you find them, follow."
Cordelia had lost the dead fish but remembered it very clearly. She remembered almost everything about that day, everything she knew about her mother.