screaming.”
“But that was all in the past,” Hope says, “things that needed to be done.”
“Yes because we couldn’t avoid it, you can,” Penelope sighs, “like I said I’m not going to stop you, you’re a grown woman now. I just wanted to make sure you were properly informed.”
“Well thank you, I think,” Hope says reaching for the sword as it lay on the ground.
“Your father’s sword?” Penelope asks.
“Yeah, he gave it to me,” Hope says, hugging it close to her person.
“That sword saw a lot of action. Trust your instincts with it,” Penelope says waving her out the door with a forced smile on her face.
“You do know it’s a sword and not alive right?” Hope says with a chuckle as she passes by her mother.
“Now you’re a smart ass too, huh?” Penelope says laughing back at her.
The pair head down the stairs and out the front door. The sky is bright blue, the orange hue of sun reflects off the blue ocean waves. This is being the only noticeable difference between the sky and water. A small crowd has gathered around the island’s docks. There are only half a dozen boats tied up. Damian, Natalie and Joshua each notice Hope at the same time and wave for her to join them in front of a mid-sized boat. The boat is painted white with red trim along the sides. The back is adorned with chipped and worn red letters that spell out the boat’s name, “THE OMEGA.”
“That doesn’t seem ominous at all does it?” Penelope asks walking up to Damian.
“Yeah, but this is the best boat we have,” Damian admits. “Natalie and Connor can both confirm that.”
“Oh I believe that, but it doesn’t help my nerves,” Penelope says with a shudder.
“Attention,” Joshua calls out from in front of the boat, “could I have all that have volunteered gather on the boat for debriefing? Please say your goodbyes now because no one else is allowed on the boat.”
“Sir?” Damian asks speaking up.
“No one else,” Joshua repeats.
One by one the volunteers hug their loved ones and trudge onto the old vessel.
“Where’s Fanny?” Hope asks looking around, “Where’s Fanny?”
“Relax,” Fanny says running to join up with them, “I thought you didn’t need me anyway.”
“Guess I didn’t know what I really wanted,” Hope admits.
The two say goodbye to the crowd. Fanny looks around as she steps onto the boat and sees Connor’s familiar face from a distance, a sly smile as he offers a nod. Fanny taps Hope on the shoulder and points her in his direction as they wave goodbye. He joins his friends as they disappear into the cabin of the boat. The others are sitting around a small circular table except for Joshua and a young man. He can’t be more than twenty-five. His baby face makes him look even younger but his eyes give away his true age. Dark circles help accent his ice blue eyes, his hair ratty and unkempt. He has on light tan camouflage pants and a white shirt that is partially covered by a dark coat. He stands perfectly still as he waits for the others to take their seat and Joshua to start talking.
“Before I begin I’d like to thank each of you once again for volunteering,” Joshua starts, “especially Fanny who was a last minute addition to this rescue party. First, I’d like to introduce everyone to your mission leader and the captain of this boat, Mr. Greggory
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