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Jaycey crouched as low as she could inside her smelly fish box. Oxo stood squarely on top of a box marked Bait , and Links crouched athletically on another upturned table.
    The choppy waves became a swelling line of surf, rolling in toward the beach near the harbor, sweeping the warriors with it.
    â€œSurf’s up, man!” yelled Links. “These waves is crankin’!”
    His wave rose. “Cowabunga!” he cried in triumph. His wave crashed. Links lost his balance and was submerged before being tumbled head over tail up the beach. He staggered to his feet, spluttering. “Duh…think that’s what you call a wipeout. Still, we’s pretty cool, eh, guys? Like woolly fish, right?”
    Oxo didn’t give an opinion. He was using his great head to push Sal clear of the water.
    Wills and Jaycey had reached the beach too.
    Links was beaming. “High hooves for the surfing dudes?”
    The others stopped coughing and shaking water from their fleeces and turned to Links. They each raised a front hoof and clacked them all together.
    â€œHigh hooves!” they shouted. “Warrior Sheep Down Under!”
    â€œBut only just,” said Wills. “We could have been drowned. Or crushed. We were lucky.”
    â€œLuck had nothing do with it, dear,” Sal said happily. “It was our fairy godtingy who saved us.”
    The others stopped grinning and stared at her.
    â€œSurely it’s obvious,” she continued. “She knew the boat was going to crash and pushed us over the side to save our lives.”

7
Shelly and Trevor
    It took some time before Alice could get ashore. For a start, the skipper of the fishing boat was a very angry man, who exchanged rather rude words with her. And then her own skipper, Captain Ted, told her that Destiny ’s propellers were badly damaged and the boat wouldn’t move no matter how much she told it to. Finally, Alice smiled sweetly at the owner of a nearby dinghy, and he took her and her luggage and Deidre to the quayside.
    When they finally landed, Alice fixed her makeup, while Deidre made some phone calls for her. Then they perched on a bench overlooking the harbor. Deidre sniffed back more tears as she gazed at the oily water and imagined the poor sheep drowned beneath it. Alice glanced briefly at the tugs chugging out to pull Destiny in to the repair dock.
    â€œWell, what did the insurance company say?” she asked.
    â€œI’m afraid they’re unlikely to pay for the damage,” replied Deidre.
    â€œWhyever not?”
    â€œSomething about it being an ‘Act of Sheep.’”
    Alice ground her teeth but let the matter drop. “Well, get the laptop out, poppet,” she said briskly. “Let’s get started on claiming my inheritance. What do I have to do first?”
    Deidre opened Alice’s mailbox. There was an email from Joseph Creeply, Attorney at Law. She read aloud. “For your first challenge, you must go to Rotapangi, where you will”—Deidre caught her breath—“do a bungee jump!” She stared wide-eyed at Alice, then read the last line. “I will require photographic proof that you have completed this and every challenge. Good luck.”
    â€œGood luck!” squeaked Alice. “You need more than luck to bungee jump.”
    â€œToo right,” said a voice above their heads. “You need a good strong piece of elastic.”
    Alice looked up slowly at the dusty boots, the sturdy, sun-tanned legs, the slightly ragged shorts, the faded bush shirt, and the weathered, cheerful face of the young woman looking down at them. Their owner smiled broadly.
    â€œG’day. I’m Shelly. I guess you’re Alice. You hired me.” She held out her hand. “Saw you arrive just now.” Her grin broadened. “Top show.”
    Alice gave the newcomer a smile that wasn’t a smile and didn’t shake her hand. “To my employees,” she