Discovering the Future

Chapter 6- Chapter 3 (Part 1)

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Fog closed around us like a blindfold. When the captain announced that we were nearly there, at first I thought he was kidding; all I could see from the ferry's rolling deck was an endless curtain of gray. I clutched the rail and stared into the green waves, contemplating the fish who might soon be enjoying my breakfast,

Fiona whispered something to Hugh, who said, "You're right; that is a waste of good food."

while my father stood shivering beside me in shirtsleeves. It was colder and wetter than I'd ever known June could be.

Millard nodded. "That is what happens near water in our part of the world."

I hoped, for his sake and mine, that the gruelling thirty-six hours we'd braved to get this far-three airplanes, two layovers, shift-napping in grubby train stations, and now this interminable gut-churning ferry ride-would pay off. Then my father shouted, "Look!" and I raised my head to see a towering mountain of rock emerge from the blank canvas before us.

It was my grandfather's island.

"Abe doesn't own the island, silly," Olive said.

Looming and bleak, folded in mist, guarded by a million screeching birds, it looked like some ancient fortress constructed by giants. As I gazed up at its sheer cliffs, tops disappearing in a reef of ghostly clouds, the idea that this was a magical place didn't seem so ridiculous.

"This place is pretty magical," Hugh said.

My nausea seemed to vanish.

"You were feeling nauseous?" Bronwyn asked. "Since when?"

Dad ran around like a kid on Christmas, his eyes glued to the birds wheeling above us. "Jacob, look at that!" he cried, pointing to a cluster of airborne specks. "Manx Shearwaters!"

Millard shook his head. "I've never heard someone so excited to see birds."

As we drew nearer the cliffs, I began to notice odd shapes lurking underwater. A passing crewman caught me leaning over the rail to stare at them and said, "Never seen a shipwreck before, eh?"

"Oh," Victor said. "It Emma's secret hideout."

I turned to him. "Really?"

Enoch rolled his eyes. "No, he's lying to you."

"This whole area's a nautical graveyard. It's like the old captains used to say-"Twixt Hartland Point and Cairnholm Bay is a sailor's grave by day or night!"

Emma nodded. "Very true."

Just then we passed a wreck that was so near the surface, the outline of its greening carcass so clear, that it looked like it was about to rise out the water like a zombie from a shallow grave. "She that one?" he said, pointing at it. "Sunk by a U-boat, she was."

"There were U-boats around here?"

Millard nodded. "Scary times."

"Loads. Whole Irish sea was rotten with German subs.