Anne did her best to stop crying, and she managed, though her breathing was still shaky. She had been feeling cold for weeks, but she was certain she had never been colder than this. Her teeth chattered. "Oh... ... thank you...." she said, only remembering her manners now. Then she gasped once again and looked at the water beside her. Her father had removed the buoys before leaving the nets to dry. And now the nets had sunk to the bottom of the harbour. She burst into tears again.