บททั้งหมดของ The Island of the Silence: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The Friday morning started unusually quiet. When Mara opened her eyes, she needed a few seconds to remember why something felt different. Then her look fell on the packed travel bag next to the bedroom door. Today. She'd leave today. The thought alone made her heart beat faster. Not afraid. Not only. It was rather this strange feeling just before a big change. The Moment between inhalation and exhalation. Outside the city was still in pale morning light. The sky was clouds, but for the first time in days it did not rain. Mara stayed in bed for a moment and listened to the sounds of the house. Pipes out. Someone ran over the hall. A door fell into the castle. Normal life continued. And yet, she felt like she was slowly moving away. In the kitchen she made coffee and opened the window. Cool air flowed in. At the bottom of the street, a van passed. People waited with tired Faces at the traffic lights. A man jogging with headphones through the morning as if he's ru

The wooden planks of the narrow gangway snore quietly under maras steps. With every step on the ship, the city became more ineffective after it. She still heard the remote horn of cars, the circle of gulls above the Port and voices of workers between the warehouses — but all that seemed to be gone as if she were slowly out of her old life to step out. The wind was stronger on the water. He went cool through her hair and carried the salty smell of the sea. Mara stayed on the deck and looked around. The Aurora was smaller than she expected. Old. Robust. In some places drawn from the weather. The wood of the deck was exuberant, metal rods showed fine rust traces, and somewhere a loose corner of a plan in the wind fluttered. But that's exactly why the ship seemed honest. Not sealed or luxurious. It's like something that really experienced stories. “Welcome at the end of the world.” Leonie grinned and took Mara's bag. “Charmante welcome.” “Wait off until you see the sh

In the afternoon the sea had completely changed. The quiet dark waves of the morning were gone. Now raised and lowered the Aurora is heavy on a water that became increasingly more restless. Heaven hung deep above them. Grey. Hard. Threatening. Wind whipped over the deck and let the ropes beat against the masts. The ship cnarrted louder than before, as if any wave were testing its old bones. Mara still stood outside. She could have gone under deck. Leonie had advised her several times. But something kept her up here. Maybe she wanted to understand this feeling. This crude force of the sea. It was weird. In the city, she had always felt small — small to expectations, Dates, work. But this kind of smallness was different. Not humiliating. Really. The sea made no difference between people. It was not impressed for status or success. Before him, everyone was just people. “You should stick to yourself.” Elias stepped next to her and pulled a loose Tau straffer. The

“Stop!” Elias’ voice echoed through the ship like a thunder strike. At the same time the next wave hit the Aurora with such violence that Mara Soil under the feet lost. She jumped hard against the wall. Pain shot through her shoulder. The ship was dangerous. Somewhere people were screaming. Metal cracked. Wood splintered. And out there the sea died like something wild that had finally decided to slender. Mara fought up again. Her heart was so violent that she could hardly think. The light only flickered weakly. Everything was moving. The walls. The floor. The air itself. “We have to get out of here!” Leonie called. But hardly she had said the sentence, a huge impact shocked the Aurora. That's different. Not like a wave. Harder. Lower. The ship stopped abruptly. Mara heard the horrific sound of breaking wood among them. Then everything tipped. The ground suddenly disappeared under her feet. Ice-cold water shot through the corridor. Mara cried when the flo

The sun was almost perpendicular to the island. Mara didn't know how long she had been on the beach. Time felt suddenly different. No more in hours or appointments. Rather in waves, light and Breaths. The sea was so calm that it seemed almost cruel. As if it had tried to kill her in the night, and would now glitter innocently as if had nothing happened. Mara was wizard about the face with his back. Salt burned on her skin. Her throat was dry. So dry that every breath scratched. Thirsty. This thought came suddenly with brutal clarity. She had swallowed seawater. Her mouth tasted bitter and salty. Your lips were torn. She turned slowly to the island. The forest started right behind the beach. Density green. High trees with wide leaves. Lianes between the tribes ! Unknown flowers in bright colors. Fine. And threatening. Everything in it was strange. Every shadow between the trees suddenly seemed like a secret. Mara stayed on the edge. The sea behind her. The fores