Island of the Blue Dolphins
His voice echoed against the rock walls of the cove. The words were strange, unlike any I had ever heard. Slowly he spoke in our tongue.
"I come in peace and wish to parley," he said to the men on the shore. (1.29-30)
"The sea is smooth," Ramo said. "It is a flat stone without any scratches."
My brother liked to pretend that one thing was another.
"The sea is not a stone without scratches," I said. "It is water and no waves." (1.6-8)
I did not know how lonely I had been until I had Rontu to talk to. (16.13)