Block Island To Montauk Ferry Novels & Stories

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

"One of the three board members — Hartley — has a stepson who registered a property trust in 2021. A residence on Garnet Island, twelve miles off the Connecticut coast. Private ferry access only. No public listing." "That's it," Damian said immediately. He was looking at the screen. "Hartley's stepson — I know the property. James brought Hartley there for a board retreat three years ago. I was invited and didn't go." His jaw tightened. "I should have gone. I would have known it." "You know it now," Lila said. "How do we get there?" "My boat is at the Hamptons marina," Kane said. "Forty-five minutes to the island. I need a pilot for the helicopter if we want twenty minutes."

Luca asks, his voice entirely stripped of emotion, pure tactical focus taking over. "Montauk," Dominik answers, tapping the screen to bring up a satellite map. A small, gray pin drops onto the far eastern edge of Long Island. "It’s a highly exclusive, privately owned bank. The coordinates point to their subterranean vault. The combination is for a specific safe deposit box inside."

"I have dessert packed in a small cooler in the backseat. We need to get on the road, and you'll want to use the ladies' room first. There are no facilities." I gave him an evil look. "Boy are you lucky I didn't have another beer." He only smiled. "I'll grab the check while you do your thing." Joel wasn't around after I did my thing, but a minute later he stepped out of the men's room. Forty minutes later we drove onto the ferry that took us to Middle Bass Island. I took my first airplane flight a few days ago and now I was taking my first ferry ride. What an adventure. We left the ferry and Joel drove a little while longer before pulling onto a well-maintained unpaved lane.

It felt like no time had passed before the crew was getting ready to dock at Tillicum Village on Blake Island, a small marine state park accessible only by tour or private boat. Salvatore held her hand securely as they disembarked with a blanket and a picnic basket. It was just past noon, and her stomach would be growling soon. “The beach I want to show you is about a fifteen-minute walk down the eastern side of the island. Are you okay with that?” “Of course.”

However, seeing his clear eyes that were seemingly devoid if impurities, she hesitated once again and then subconsciously looked down. She almost stammered as she said, “Anyway, that is the case. The island is pretty isolated. The boat that ferried locals to the mainland whenever we need to buy necessities and other stuff only comes to here twice a week. It arrived this morning.” “You mean to say, I already missed that boat and the next stopover would be three days from now?” Ley had to work on his facial expressions to stop himself from raising a brow. “Yes.” She nodded. ‘She once said that the island is near the docks of major ships. She’s so contradictory, it’s suspicious.’

"Nine hours time, that's half past eight tonight. Take-off will be around nine o'clock and the flight from San Antonio to Guadeloupe Island, the nearest airport to the Island, is around seven hours. From there you'll take a boat for an hour to the Island itself, so you should be there at around sunrise." "Overnight journey?" Mark asked, frowning. "It sounds exhausting." "Unfortunately we have to get all three of you to the Island as soon as possible, so it's unavoidable on this occasion. However." The old man paused. "At the airport will be a woman named Jasmine, an Executive Assistant to Mister Moore with many years experience. She'll be your liaison, your point of contact and your assistan

“I’ll have the Boathouse burger, medium rare, with hand-cut potato fries and a Blue Moon beer with an extra slice of orange.” The server scribbled on her pad and then looked at Jaylon. “I’ll have the same,” he replied. “What do you mean, out on the island?” Becca asked as the waitress walked away. “Long Island.” He shrugged. “You know, the Hamptons and the farthest point east in New York State? My pack is out on Montauk Point.” She pointed to herself. “Pineland Leap. Sentinels of the New Jersey Devil out in the Pine Barrens.”

The GPS on my phone told me to take a right onto Vista Drive. I pulled over and looked at it again, just to make sure that I had typed in the address correctly. There was no way that this was the right Vista Drive. This is weird, I thought. There has to be something wrong. I had been driving for twenty minutes, following the directions to the address that Gabe had given me to come visit him at his home. My GPS had led me to the bridge that connected to one of the islands just outside of Miami, but there was no way this was the right bridge.

Kalb spoke, obviously in charge of this portion of the project. I could see I had a lot to learn. I was grateful to be surrounded by knowledgeable werecats to teach me. I never expected this on my very first night as Alpha. “So what is happening at the ferry?” I asked. “The ferry can only be accessed by werecats. There can be no humans on this island. Last week, two humans managed to get across. About a month ago a whole family was in town having dinner.” Mr Toma explained further, “Dakari has become friends with the ferry master and has been doing both jobs simultaneously.”