The Island of the Silence의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

In the third morning, Mara woke up with the feeling that she no longer only at the edge could remain. The beach had given its safety. The sea was open, visible, more predictable than the dense forest behind it. There was they see the horizon and agree that a ship may appear at any time. But the beach alone wouldn't be enough. Not if nobody really came. She sat in the sand and looked at her shelter, which now consists of several boards, Palm leaves and a half broken barrel. It was enough for a night. Maybe for some more. But she knew how fast the sun burned and how cold the night could be. She needed more. Tools. Eatable. A better place. Mara took the green backpack, the pocket knife and the empty Water bottles that she had filled at the brook. Then she stood Waldrand and felt this old pulling in the abdomen again. Fear. The forest was beautiful in the morning. Sun rays fell through the canopy in golden paths. Colorful birds flying between the branches. The soil s

No one moved for a long moment. Mara stood half hidden between the ferns, the heart so loud in her chest that she was convinced that the man had to hear it. He stood on the light, the piece of wood still in one hand, the axe in the other. But he didn't raise them. He didn't step on her. He just looked at her. His face was hard to read. Not surprised. Not scared. Almost as if he knew that one day someone would step out of the forest. The thought made Mara fool. The wind moved the leaves over them. Somewhere a bird called, and from the little one Fireplace next to the cottage continued to rise the fine smoke. So that was his fire. His home. His island. Mara swallowed. She suddenly didn't know what was worse: to be alone, or not alone. Slowly she lifted her hands a little as she wanted to show that she was not a danger. “I...” she started. Her voice broke right away. She hadn't spoken to anyone for too long. She crawled. “I was flushed here yesterday. My ship is

The way back to the beach lasted longer, although Mara believed the markings well embossed. Maybe it was because she had to stop. Not because she lost her way. Because her head didn't stop turning around Noah. His face. His voice. That weird rest. And above all this last sentence. Because I didn't have anything out there for which it was worth returning. Mara didn't know why they just met these words. Maybe because some of her understood what he meant. That was the frightening one. A few days ago, she would have considered such a sentence to be tragic. Maybe even melodramatic. Now she wasn't safe anymore. As she passed between the trees, she thought of her old life. To the apartment she had always found too small. To the work she exhausted. To the people she talked to without really saying anything. Did she leave behind something she really lacked? The question hit her unexpectedly. Of course there were things. Your sister. Some friends. Your everyday life. A

Mara didn't know when she was asleep. At some point the fire had only slightly annealed, and the conversation with Noah had passed into a long, quiet silence. No unpleasant silence. More like one that felt like nothing should be said. When she opened her eyes in the morning, the sky was already bright. The first sun rays glided over the sea and made everything shine golden. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming the night. But then she saw it. A carefully bound bundle was located at the edge of its bottom. In it were two ripe fruits, a braided cup and a piece of fabric that dry and clean. Noah had gone. Without woking her. Mara got up slowly. Something in her was disappointed. A small, silent feeling she wanted to push right away. It was absurd. She barely knew this man. He was a stranger. Maybe he lived for years alone on an island and had long since learned to deal with people. And yet... She took the fabric in her hands. He smelled like smoke, sea and a hint

Mara went back to the beach this day, but her thoughts remained in Noah's cabin. The book. At Emilia. The sentence Noah had not declared. Maybe some people eventually belong to a place without notice. The longer she thought about it, the more she felt, how something in her coveted. Not because it sounded wrong. It was because it felt true in a disturbing way. She sat in the evening long on the water, facing the horizon. The Sun slowly sinking in the sea, colouring the sky red, and yet Mara hardly saw anything of it. Your thoughts circled. Why did Noah warn her not to go north? Maybe he was right. The cliffs could be dangerous. But why did his voice change when he said it? Why did it look like he was not just worried, but scared? Not for her. Something. Mara slept restless this night. She dreamed of a woman with wet hair sitting at the table in Noah's cabin and in the blue book wrote. Every time Mara wanted to see her face, the Pages like moved by wind and cover