All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mara couldn't move. Her fingers were still half-stretched, as if she had the pinched words again want to touch. Behind her was the devastating hut. In front of her Noah, the dark tribes. The sea thundered down against the cliffs. Loud. Unstoppable. And yet it suddenly seemed far away. There was only one sentence in her head. Don't go to the cave with him. Noah didn't come closer. He just stopped as if he left her room — or as if he knew that escape was pointless because the way through the dense forest already led past it. Mara swallowed. “What is this?” Her voice sounded thin, almost strange. Noah just looked past her, to the cabin. Then back to her. He didn't answer immediately. This silence was worse than any explanation. Mara felt how fear came into her. Not the rough panic of the storm. Something Leiseres. Something that grew in the interspaces. She forced herself not to take a look. “Was the Emilia?” Noah slowly lowered his eyes. A gust of wind drove thr

Noah didn't let her hand go. Mara almost stumbled over a root, but began in the next step. His fingers lay firmly around her, not painful, but surely. As if he had no time explain why he moved them back to exactly the place they had fled from. The forest flew past her. The branches stripped their arms. Moisture leaves beat her face. Suri ran ahead they jumped over rocks and sometimes disappeared completely out of sight, only to See you later. Mara should have asked. Why back? Why now? What was in this cave? But she didn't. Maybe because for the first time Noah was not the calm man who thought everything was working. His movement was urgent. Something had torn him out of his silence. And that's what made her realize how serious it was. When they reached the northern slope, the ground became stone. The thunder of Sea became louder. Gischt hing in the air, although the cliffs still behind the Trees lay. The devastating hut left them. Noah led her directly up the hill,

Mara drove around. The sound echoed over the sea for a second time. Deep. Slow down. Not the wind. Not an animal. Not imagination. A ship. For a moment everything was quiet in her. It was like her body forgot how to react. Like saving the word to be understood immediately. Then she jumped. She almost slipped on the wet rocks, caught her hands and climbed higher on the cliff. The sea was open in front of her, smiling under the afternoon sun. And there. Far outside. A dark spot on the water. Too far to see details. But big enough to not be a driftwood. Mara felt her heart burst. A ship. It was real. She turned around. Noah also stood up, but he didn't move excitedly. He just stood there, looking at the horizon. His face was barely legible. Mara was almost waiting for him to say something. That he told her what to do. But Noah was silent. And suddenly she understood: This decision was hers alone. No one would take her. She could run to the beach. Light a fi

The next days felt like the island itself had stopped breathing. Not because something threatening happened. But because everything had changed — and at the same time remained amazingly silent. Mara didn't move to Noah immediately. She stayed at her beach camp for two more nights. Maybe because a part of her wanted to consciously perceive this last threshold. Maybe because Noah didn't push her. He came in the morning, helped her catch the fish learning with the fishing line from the metal box, showed her edible plants at the edge and sometimes disappeared without explaining anything. He did not treat their decision as a promise that they now redeem had to. She made it safer. On the third evening, they sat on the beach when the sun went down. Mara had lit a little fire. The air was warm, and the sea was quiet, as if there was never a storm. Suri lay rolled up between them, the bushy dick over the nose , Mara watched Noah while drawing lines with a piece of driftwood in

Mara woke when the first light fell through the small window. She didn't know where she was for a moment. She felt warmth at her back, heard the distant noise of the sea and the gentle cracks of wood that stretched out in the morning. The scent of smoke, salt and dried herbs were in the air. Then she remembered. The cabin. Night. Noah's arms they had held as if the world was suddenly out meaningless. She slowly opened her eyes. Noah was asleep. He lay on the side facing the face half the light. He was younger in his sleep. Less locked. The lines of concern they sometimes seen in his view had disappeared. Mara remained silent. She looked at him as if she was afraid to wake him through a breath. It was weird. She had men in her life. relations, encounters, things that are important had worked. But never had she lying next to someone in the morning and felt that something in it calms down. Not excited. Not euphoric. Easy. Like a part of her who had long been loud