Sebastian Inlet Tide Chart Novels & Stories

“Alright, you two, enough. One minute you’re fighting and the next you’re like best friends who can’t be separated.” Haley shifted Alex’s attention. “Look out the window, sweetie. See the ocean in the distance? This is Coldwater Bay. It’s different from the beaches you’ve seen before.” “Coldwater Bay?” Alex asked, his curiosity piqued. “Is the water cold all year?” “Not always,” Haley explained. “It’s only cold in the winter. During extreme weather, there can even be ice tides. Its unique geography creates this phenomenon. The seafood here is incredible, especially in September when it’s at its freshest and tastiest.”

Hoping my mate wouldn’t mind me waiting outside for him, I walk over, sit down on the comfortable fabric and I watch as the waves of the sea splashed against each other and fell into the cliff. But the longer my eyes watched the waves, the quicker my eyes began to drop close, I tried to fight it knowing my mate wanted to speak to me but by the end, I had no other choice but to curl up and slowly drift to sleep and for the first time in such a long time, I felt safer. Once Sebastian had concluded all of his meetings, many officials holding questions surrounding the girl he had brought back from his prior engagement, he walked out of the meeting room and down the long hallway headed towards th

Sebastian followed moments later, pressing deep. They stayed like that for a long moment, both catching their breath. The ocean sound carried up to them, waves hitting the beach in steady rhythm. "Inside," Sebastian finally said. "Bath, then bed. We have a long day tomorrow."

“Alright, I’m coming. You want me to stay on the phone with you until I get there?” Basil seemed to calm at these words. “Uh huh. Please.” Sebastian showed up to Basil’s at twenty-five minutes after one on a Wednesday morning. The roads and neighborhoods were dark and empty. In the weeks since his birthday Sebastian noticed whenever the boy was over, he was quiet, a sad and far away expression seemed more prominent than not.

Sebastian couldn't bear the thought of them being out there, unknown and potentially dangerous. Unbeknownst to Sebastian, I had taken it upon myself to prepare and train diligently. I refused to be merely protected, for if things took a turn for the worse, I wanted to be able to provide them with valuable time to save me just in case I didn’t do it successfully. I went out of my room to check out what else I could do to help them, the windows revealed the time to me, it was orange and pink salmon, indicating that sunset is about to come soon.

and Resa left the office. "Ariel" Sebastian called out to Ariel and she turned to him. He raised his index finger and gestured her to come and Ariel stood up and walked towards him "Do you need anything?" She said in her little voice and Sebastian said "You can go home Ariel" and Ariel was taken aback by his words "But Sir, it's not our closing time yet.. right?" She asked and she looked at the time and it was 11:54am. Resa had told her that their closing time is usually 4:00pm but for her, who was the personal assistant to Sebastian, she might close even later. But for the fact that Sebastian is telling her to go home this early was surprising.

Sebastian's voice came from the receiver, his tone a little probing. Slender fingers opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of iced mineral water, and his voice was deep. "At Otter Bay." "Sheila is there too?" Sebastian paused, lowered his voice, and asked, "Did she complain to you?" He closed the refrigerator door, his palm touching the cold bottle, and frowned slightly. "Complain about what?" "She hasn't told you yet?" Sebastian sighed, his tone a little helpless. "Never mind, I'll report it to you first. Don't get angry with me."

“Just trust me, okay?” *** Sebastian was peacefully enjoying his time on the beach, soaking in the beautiful sunset that painted the sky with warm tones of orange and pink. With a cold beer can in hand, he gazed thoughtfully at the setting sun, reminiscing about old memories that brought a gentle smile to his face. He could almost hear the laughter of his younger self and Janet echoing through the years. They used to run along this very shore, their footprints mingling with the waves. He remembered the way her hair caught the sunlight, turning into a halo of gold as they chased each other.

The pages were damp, swollen with humidity, but legible. "Read it," Elion said. Cale opened the book. His eyes scanned the faded cursive. "September 4, 1922," Cale read. "Storm from the northeast. Wind 40 knots. The light holds." He turned the page. "October 12, 1922. Supply boat delayed. Rations low. The solitude is... heavy." He looked up at Elion. "Heavy," Cale whispered. "I know that weight." "Keep reading."

Deepwater 9. The Main Deck. 4:15 PM (Blizzard Conditions). CRASH. The blast doors of the laboratory flew off their hinges. Sebastian and The Warden tumbled out onto the frozen steel deck, locked in a death grip. The blizzard hit them instantly. Wind howled at 80 miles per hour. Snow blinded everything. The Warden kicked Sebastian in the chest. CLANG. Sebastian skid backward, his magnetic boots sparking as they dug into the deck to stop his momentum.