Tide Charts Anna Maria Island Novels & Stories

"What happened? Why are you angry?" "Mia met Timothy on Xanier Island," Dominic shared what he had heard from Wade. Eva was equally surprised. Dominic sprang from his seat. "This won't do. I have to take them back in person." "Calm down, honey. There was a tsunami in the territorial waters near Xanier Island. It's not safe to fly a chopper through the bad weather." "I'm not afraid of danger." She pulled him. "What about Mia and Ginger? Ginger's still young. Do you want her to take the risk?"

No one was in the basement and she realized it was still barely sun up. Moving to the map, she looked at the places that were highlighted as possible due to the recorded hide tides. The first possibility had no island near it and she dismissed it without a thought. As she did, a red X miraculously appeared on the map. Scouring the map, she saw another potential location. Goosebumps ran the length of her arm as she came across the western coast of Ireland, and saw the Aran Island standing proud just west and north of the Cliffs of Moher.

“There is this thing... during full moons the tide is high and what about during no moon days? What then? Do you think the tides will be low?” Killian sighed. “It’s not how it works. During no moon and full moon day then there will be high tides,” “So the few days in the middle there might be low tides,” “Alpha king what are you getting at,” Killian sounded more than frustrated with him. Dylan felt his heart skip a beat, looking at the small island on the map. “I think I might have found my mate.” “What?” “This island.. he is there,” “It’s a death trap. No man lives there. The tides there are so ferocious that it can eat up a huge ship. You think your mate escaped to this place? Impossible,”

I stated. She reached for a small paper in her clothes and unfolded it. I took a peek, it was a map. “Oh, you really did come prepared.” “I have been preparing for this the whole time. The next island, it's a small island called the lion city. We should reach if we travel the whole day. I don't know if we'll reach on time before the sun comes up.” Nia stated. I held the paddle tightly, “We will surely reach before day break. Even if my hands break, I won't stop paddling.” I said

~Lianna Black~ Ace planned everything smoothly for this trip. Even my clothes, from my underwear to swimsuit, he did it all in such a short time. Mia Lianna docked on a secluded island in the Caribbean. At least that’s what the captain informed us about our destination for the time being. If I thought the yacht was magnificent, this place where we are supposed to stay was even more. So much more that I don’t have the word for it.

Maps, screens, compasses, polished metal, the rich hum of the engine. I blink. A laugh almost escapes my lips at his little drama. “This is it?” I ask, eyebrows raised. “This is why you flew me all the way out here? To show me how a yacht is controlled?” Roman looks at me. That silent look he’s mastered. The one that says absolutely nothing yet somehow speaks volumes. Then he turns to the Captain. “Captain,” he says smoothly, “can you confirm the waters we are currently on?” The Captain straightens. “Yes, sir. We’re sailing through Bimini Bay Waters, internationally recognized for allowing legal marriage ceremonies at sea.”

"S-Small island off the coast..." he stammered, his voice filled with fear. "Mr. Leonardo said she had to be taken out slowly there…" Antonio stiffened. A small island? Fuck. His eyes snapped to Marcus, who stood beside him. "Marcus, find out about that island. Now." Marcus quickly pulled out his phone and began searching their secret database. He typed in the keywords "small island near New York’s coast" and scanned through possible locations based on the captive’s information. A few seconds later, Marcus’s expression hardened.

Runes glowed faintly along its sides, pulsing in time with the tide. “The Tidemarch,” Maelis said. “She'll take us to Isle Nerithea, where Luminara Coast rests.” I hesitated at the edge of the dock. I'd traveled by air countless times, but this—this was different. The water stretched endlessly, alive and unpredictable. Caspian noticed immediately. “You alright?” he asked quietly. “I've never been on a ship before,” I admitted. His mouth twitched, somewhere between concern

ELI'S POV When Marin pulled the boat free of the tide and dragged it onto that jagged stretch of rock, the moon was a thin sickle hovering behind a veil of clouds. It is already midnight. I could still taste the brine on my tongue, the cold that had gnawed at my ribs the moment the sea tried to claim me. The waves muttered against the cliffs in a rhythm that felt like a summons; each slap of surf against stone was a reminder that the ocean never truly lets go.