Johns Pass Tides Novels & Stories

Afterward, they lay tangled together in the unfamiliar bed, listening to the waves crash against the rocks below and talking in whispers about their hopes for the week ahead. The next morning, Leo woke to find Silas already up, standing on the deck with a cup of coffee and watching the sunrise paint the sky in shades of pink and gold. Leo joined him, accepting the second mug Silas offered, and they stood together in comfortable silence as the world came alive around them. "Tide pools," Silas said eventually, pointing to the rocky area visible below the cabin. "The guidebook says they're best explored at low tide." "When's low tide?" Leo asked, already imagining the treasures they might find

he laughed. "A'ight, you done? Can we go to the water now? Please?" "Yea yea, calm yo ass. Remember our spot's in between lifeguard posts six and seven. It's a little further away from the water. If we ain't careful, high tide will wash our shit away. High tide ain't 'till later, though." "Oh damn, really? It can come up the beach that far that fast?" He was shocked. "Oh definitely. It can be dangerous to people with kids. There have been several kids who have drowned. Don't the Great Lakes have tides?"

Kalder waited in the shadows. Hoping he'd guessed correctly, he shifted to get comfortable. The soft sand encouraged sleep, and he rolled back onto his knees while scanning the dark beach. This location was where the male fisheri had entered the water eight days ago, and Kalder had scouted the area for days, waiting for his return. Kalder had other vibrio informants stationed along the coast. Some cautiously swam the shallows, looking for the fisheri warrior.

But if the tunnel was filling with water, how would they get to me? I looked at the rock wall I was using to support myself and lifted my phone screen to inspect it. There was a clear waterline on it, so it seemed pretty clear that the water wouldn't fill the cavern up entirely. I shouldn't drown. Maybe I could just wait it out? I could wait it out... It would be what? About twelve hours until the tide went out? I could do twelve hours, right? It would suck, but I wasn't going to die. I could swim... maybe hold onto a rock? Or maybe I could see if there was a higher point I could get to that would keep me out of the water?

Faith had not realized how much she missed the place until they pulled up into their condo rental. Selby always found a room directly on the beach close to a place called John's Pass, which was full of specialty shops and small eateries. Everything was low key, laid back. They checked in, put the bags in their room and locked the car knowing they wouldn't get into it again until they were ready to return home. Breathing in the calmness that filled the air, Faith doubted she'd ever be ready to return.

As the oxygen ran out, she suffocated, unable even to make a sound. Lucian’s breathing turned ragged, tears streaming down his face. "Stop… stop talking!" Still, Officer Shaw pressed on, striking deeper. "Do you know what attracted the fish? The victim had just undergone an abortion the day before. She was soaked in cold seawater, bleeding heavily. That’s what drew them in." "Ah—! Ahhh!" Lucian howled, slamming his head against the table. Even though he was quickly restrained, his forehead split open, blood pouring down his face.

His voice softened, his tone careful—so different from the commanding presence he had at the company. “This weekend, I’m not too busy with work. How about we take Chase and Alex to the beach to go clam digging? “I checked the tide schedule—there’s low tide in the morning, and by the afternoon, the water will rise again. It’ll be the perfect time to dig for clams, and we can stay to watch the sunset over the ocean.” Justin remembered the profile picture she once used—a view of the sun setting over the ocean. Back then, he thought she kept going to the beach because she was searching for lost memories.

CHAPTER TWENTY — TIDES AND TESTIMONIES The last day of their seaside escape greeted them with a sky washed clean after night rain, pale blue and brushed with thin streaks of silvered clouds. The ocean was lively today—higher tides, bolder waves, a song a little wilder than the lullabies it sang the nights before. Yara stepped onto the porch first, tugging her fleece tighter against her arms. “The sea is in a mood,” she said.

Jotham looked at Regan excitedly with his red eyes and said with a trembling voice, "Regan..." Branden sneered at the emotional interaction between the two, and his expression grew darker. Those familiar with him started trembling. They recognized it as a sign of Branden losing his temper. Seeing the situation on the verge of spiraling out of control, Catherine, who had been silent, suddenly said, "Tide's about to turn. Let's go." Leaving Florona required precise knowledge of the tidal shift. Safety lay in departing just before the tide turned. Once the tide began rising, leaving became nearly impossible.

Arthur said. "No kidding Steph he is who he says he is and he's fifty two," said Kane. Stephanie had been listening to the news but not intently until she heard Jim say, "...this is the first time it's been recorded for a red tide to happen in this ocean. We can't afford to not educate the vast majority of people coming out here to view the ocean or those of you living here temporarily for the summer vacation." "It's nice to meet you Mr Arthur," Stephanie said, turning her focus to the tv screen and gasping. "That's happening right outside this beach right?"