Finally, when Tenacious T takes a deeper dive, I turn my back and wade toward the shore. I splash the water, telling myself that it will distract the birds, sharks and stingrays. But it’s for me, really. I can’t bear to hear it if T was taken. And though the odds are against it, I believe that turtle is still out there, swimming the seas, tenacious enough to take advantage of some long odds I improved on a short walk.