Chapter 21As the motorboat cut across the water, Jonah squinted into the early morning fog. The fog was so thick, the island sneaked up on him, its single green hump hunching out of the choppy sea.
"Lyonesse?" Jonah said over the buzzing of the engine.
Stanza sat in the stern of the boat, manning the engine and steering the rudder. "Samson," she said. "South Hill."
Stanza drove in close to the sandy shoreline, then switched off the engine and tipped it into the boat.
Getting up from her seat, she walked past Mavis to the bow and jumped into the water up to her thighs. She was wearing a wetsuit—all of them were—but Jonah knew she still had to be freezing.
"Give me a hand." Stanza looked right at Jonah.
With a sigh, Jonah crouched and stuck a foot over the side. The water shoe he
