It had been three days and all we could see was water. Luke and I had travelled by sea several times by that point, but this was different. We had no idea where this island was, we had never heard of it before then. The waters en route were harsh too, punishing even, but on the fourth day they quelled and we found ourselves looking out across the deck at a smooth shore that climbed in the east into an earthy brown peak.
We rounded the island and saw that it was not connected to the mainland and when we docked and set foot on its soil we were thankful – after days of rough sea the sensation of solid ground beneath our feet felt incredible. The Captain stayed with us for two further nights, whereupon I cooked him a meal of halibut and lemon. Of course we endowed him with the power of the serum first, and swore him to hold our location secret for all his days. As he enjoyed his meal he agreed with a nod and a grunt. Then, once we found accommodation, Breel departed and left Luke and I to our new lives.
To be continued…
© Stephen Fahey