To carry me between sea and sky, kayak, ikyak, ikyaadak, little umiak, baidarka, baidarky, hunting for life across the waves. Stitched tight with sea-lion hide a hatch for one, or one for me and another for a partner, skirts pulled up and tied under our arms. Inside the skins, we sit on the ribs made of driftwood carved and bentwood lashed with baleen to a flexible spine. We sit with legs outstretched between cleft bow and chevron stern with double paddle to cut the waves imitating the sea otter.