Johns Pass Tides Novels & Stories

While I was being transported limply into the ambulance on a gurney, the paramedic placed an oxygen mask over my face while shouting out, "Where's her family? How long has she been pregnant? Is there any information about her pregnancy?" Chuck Gorman was busy wiping the minor wound on Sandi Lemming's temple with a piece of tissue as the paramedic shouted the question again. He looked at me and told the paramedic, "The baby is 29 weeks old… That's all I know about it." That was all he knew about it.

No sign of subject. Coast Guard search initiated at 19:47 hours. Air and sea search conducted for 72 hours. Severe weather conditions hampered recovery efforts. No body recovered. Subject declared legally dead in absentia on March 1, 1991. I pull up the tidal charts for that night. February 14, 1991. High tide at 18:42 hours. The Atlantic currents don't care about narratives; they only obey gravity. That night, the current was flowing northeast to southwest.

In recent days, Ethan Brooks and Luna Marie have been preparing for the upcoming high tide. A tide strong enough to submerge the reefs comes every 15 days, and it has been 12 days since the last one. It's important to understand that they don't have a stable food source right now. The fish dried from the last high tide lasted only seven days, so this time they must catch more and try to keep the fish alive as long as possible, as the satisfaction from eating dried fish and fresh fish is not the same.

"It runs into the sea caves under the tide line." My tablet lit up one last time, a single line glowing on the dark screen. THE TIDE COMES IN AT 4:00 P.M., KIRRILY. THE LOWER CAVE FLOODS IN TWENTY MINUTES. CHOOSE WHO YOU SAVE.