Jim started the engine as I furled the jib, and we motored toward the direction of the emergency. Idling, we approached a white, vinyl tarp floating on the surface. The tip of a brown flipper waved from underneath. “See! I told you!” Carolyne said as she grabbed a boat hook. We could see the shape of a round head move skyward and hear ragged attempts to breathe under the heavy weight of the tarp. Carolyne struggled to wrangle the wet cover from the animal’s back. Once the turtle’s face saw sunshine, it gulped down the fresh air in noisy rasps. Then, with a final deep breath, the turtle splashed and dived out of sight. We’d seen numerous sea turtles in our cruising adventures, but saving this one seemed paramount.