Tide Charts Anna Maria Island Novels & Stories

“When I find something. The specific quality of what you sound like when something matters.” She held their gaze. “It’s been building,” she said. “Yes,” Remy said. She reached over and put her hand on their arm, still in the wetsuit, salt-wet. Remy put their hand over hers. They stood on the dive platform with the water below and the research vessel around them and the wreck thirty-eight meters down where Maria had sailed and been found and named. Chapter 5: After Depth Hana’s cabin was at the forward end of the research vessel.

I whispered, the light of the screens reflecting in my blown-out pupils. I found a directory titled 'Island Logistics - 2026'. My breath hitched. This was it. I opened the file, and a map of the Atlantic bloomed across the centre monitor, dotted with red icons. Each icon represented a private rock, a fortress hidden by the curvature of the earth and the deep pockets of the Schmidt patriarch. One icon was pulsing. Coordinate: 34.57N, 28.14W. "Found you, Eden," I breathed.

Part 1: Across the Sea The boat cut through the dark water. The wind carried the scent of salt and rain. Lina stood at the bow, clutching the sealed envelope. Somewhere beyond the horizon... Her mother was waiting. Or so she hoped. Part 2: The Map She carefully unfolded the map. It revealed a small island hidden far from the mainland. There were no names. Only one symbol. The Eclipse crest. Adrian studied it. "This island doesn't appear on any public charts."

"Exactly, we know you go meet your boyfriend." "Er... is it that clear?" Marina tapped her forehead in mortifying herself out. "Aw! Don't act that innocent," Catherine said while trying to hold her laugh. "Yep. It didn't suit you, Ms. Daring and dashing." "Ey! Stop teasing me." Marina pouted with narrowed eyes. "Weather looks good today, let's go," Catherine said and dragged Marina. ... Aksa Beach, M City Near the shore that glistened beneath a sea-blue kiss of brine, lay the jagged rocks of the ages in a multitude of hues, from creams to deep browns and greys in different heights while the tides were drenching them.

“Marinella isn’t a person. It’s a beach, way on the Tyrrhenian coast. Four hours west from here.” Nikolai glanced over at me. “That’s too much of a coincidence, right?” “Do you think he ran there?” “I think someone took him. Someone who knew the fire was coming.” I gripped the photo tighter. “Then we go.” Driving to Marinella, the road was narrow with dense pine trees lining it, and the salty scent of the sea was in the air. We got there late, the sun casting long shadows behind the cliffs. The town felt quiet, almost like it was stuck in time.

“We need more evidence to pinpoint her location.” Maria nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration. “I understand. Let me see if I can gather more details from the chart.” After a moment of silence, Maria’s eyes lit up. “The mansion is surrounded by waters and sand, with ocean waves crashing nearby.” Isla’s heart raced as she processed the information. She thought for a second, and then it hit her like a tidal wave. “She’s on an island!” she exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement. “That’s fantastic!”

Marina asked hopefully. “It is possible,” Ismael answered. “Then we better hurry,” the siren said and started to run towards the beach. Ismael ran as well, following her closely. At the beach, Captain Anna’s crew was taking the last water, food and other useful stuff from the shack for their ship. The place was almost empty when Anna and Charlotte arrived as some men were raiding it while Anna and her other two men followed the trio of friends through the forest. Due to this, Charlotte did not try to stop them. It was too late to do that.

They immediately ran over to the bay. While night had fallen, the moon was extremely bright that night. It illuminated the messy footprint trails through the sand and the broken fences. When they got to the farm, a few islanders were in the water fighting tooth and nail to save the rest of the oysters. Despair was written all over their faces. "There!" Marshall suddenly pointed at the sea. A speedboat was quickly retreating into the distance. A figure shrouded in white stood at the prow. Although they were quite far away, Tamara immediately recognised her. It was Annalise.