Susanna and Becky attend to the oversized antennae standing at the boat's bow. Sunlight dances on the water like twinkling diamonds. The wind blows his dark hair, tucked under his Nike baseball cap. Strong winds stir up the ocean and make it harder to find the tortuguita. The telemetry gear says the hatchling is right next to the boat, but she is nowhere to be seen.
All eyes are on the water.
The plan is to actually spot the hatchling in the ocean every 30 minutes, but it's been more than 45 minutes, and none of us can find the darned turtle. When the hatchling dives down under the surface, she takes the bobber down with her. It's only when she comes up for breath, which she does every few minutes, that we can spot the bobber. I call out, pointing to the right side of the boat. A teeny black head pokes out of the water.