Chapter 18As the ferry pulled into the harbor of the island of St. Mary's, Jonah smiled. The view from the boat's front railing was beautiful.
The sun was setting over the low green hills of the island, casting a rosy blush over the town that ringed the harbor. Sailboats skated over the smooth blue water, sails fat with wind and pink with sunset. Seabirds coasted lazily across the sky, rising and falling like counterweights.
A cool breeze fluttered Jonah's white bangs and caressed his pale cheeks. He drank deep breaths full of the strong, salty smell of the sea.
He was a desert rat and had never seen a place like this in person. If not for the run of recent events, he might never have seen such a place at all.
Or maybe he just wouldn't have seen this particular place in this corne
