On arrival, the crew and relief keeper found that the flagstaff was bare of its flag, none of the usual provision boxes had been left on the landing stage for re-stocking and, more ominously, none of the lighthouse keepers were there to welcome them ashore.
Ty helped Nick with the last two suitcases, then gave his surroundings a once-over, taking in the crimson ribbons tied to the dock and the hint of ancient ruins in the distance. “Poor Deacon.”
Zane stifled a laugh. “It’s not that bad.”
Ty was scowling, obviously not in agreement.
Nick found his feet and gave the island his own once-over, looking grim. “I’m going to die in Scotland,” he muttered.
Is it march 17 yet!!!!!