by Kristen Day
At first, I only heard rapid breathing. I pressed the phone to my ear. “Stasia!” More panting followed by a soft whimper. “You were…right…You were right . I don’t know what she’ll do … ” My blood turned to ice as I heard a rustling sound and a hushed whisper, “The….Fortunate Isle… hurry...ple-. ” A loud smack sounded and she whimpered again before the line went dead.
I stared at my phone for a moment in shock. It was coming true. My vision. It was actually happening. I yanked Phoebe to her feet and dragged her back outside.
“Hey, wherrrre we goin Stasthia?” She looked at me with confusion. I held both her cheeks, forcing her to focus.
“Phoebe, listen. My vision’s coming true. We have to help Kira.” As my words sunk in, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She seemed to sober up with lightening speed.
“Call Willow.” She was right. I found Willow’s number and pressed call. I prayed she would answer. It was a little after two in the morning.
“Stasia?” I could tell by her hoarse voice that I had woke her up.
“Willow!”
“Hey-“
“My vision’s coming true.” There was no time for small talk, “Kira’s been taken. We have to do something!” I could hear her sitting up in bed.
“Wait, calm down, calm down. Tell me what happened.” I told her about Kira’s message.
She was silent for a moment which made me highly aware of the unending terror beginning to strangle me.
“Are you sure she said The Fortunate Isle?” she asked.
“Yes. That’s exactly what she said.” I confirmed quickly. “Do you know where that is?”
“No, but Nicolet’s poem might.”
“What do you mean?” Phoebe was trying to talk into the phone at the same time, so I put Willow on speaker so she’d stop climbing on me.
“I figured it out. What it says. Hold on.” I could hear her moving papers around, “Okay, listen to this: most fortunate of isles belongs to the blessed and true which of itself and without favour, slumbers beneath the blue. anchor off her shore whilst shifting currents slew cease the tidal surge and arrive her sprites to woo hidden amongst the mangroves beyond the blue lagoon stands the house of thetis seen only by those deemed true she whispers to the creatures and answers to the blue the heart of the Isle rejoices its soul to be renewed.
“Oh my God.” I stared out at the water, almost incoherent. “That’s where we have to go.”
Panic broke my trance and I shook my head to clear it. “We have to go find her! I don’t know how but-“
“Hold on, there’s numbers written on the back,” she stopped me. I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. “I didn’t understand what they could mean because they looked so recent.
But now it makes sense.”
“What are they?”
“Coordinates. Longitude and Latitude.”
“Thath’s perfect! We just neeth to find a way to geth there!” Phoebe clutched my arm, her eyes wide with fear. I squeezed her hand and handed her the water to drink.
“Okay, I just looked the coordinates up and it’s basically in the middle of the ocean.” Willow said. I glanced at Phoebe.
“We neeth a boat,” she whispered and I nodded. We were on a boat. But the chances of me stealing this yacht were pretty slim. Especially with a hundred girls on it and the fact that I had no idea how to drive a yacht. Phoebe looked around and raised an eyebrow, obviously thinking what I was thinking.
“No. There’s no way we’d able to take this one.” I shook my head at her. “We’d have to find another one somehow.”
“Or you could just use mine.” We whirled around at her silky voice. Olivia was leaning up against the railing, her arms crossed. Phoebe immediately took off in her direction.
“You were listening to us!? Go back inside you evil bit-“ I clamped my hand over her mouth and stared at Olivia.
“You have a boat?” I asked her. She nodded her head slowly and peered down at Phoebe with a smirk. “And you would let us use it?” I laughed; sarcasm evident in my voice. She sauntered over to us.
“You won’t be using it. I will take you in my boat.” She made sure the distinction was clear.
Phoebe squirmed and muffled curse words came through my hand, as she glared at Olivia.
“Why would you help us?” I found it very hard to believe that Olivia would help us sail out in the ocean out of the goodness of her heart. I wasn’t positive she had a heart.
“I have my reasons.” She looked down at her cuticles as if our conversation was boring her.
“Stasia, I’ll get Carmen and we’ll meet you guys at the Marina, okay?” I had forgotten about Willow on the phone.
“Hurry, Willow! And don’t forget the poem!” I called out to her before she hung up. I released Phoebe and focused intently on Olivia.
“Kira’s life could depend on us. If you have any doubts about helping us, then tell me right now and we’ll find another way.”
“It’s not Kira I’m worried about,” she stared daggers at me, “but yea, I’m sure. And if Phoebe and that girl Curly or Cartman-“
“Carmen,” I corrected her.
“Whatever. If they cause any trouble, you’re on your own. Got it?” I didn’t like this one bit.
But from what I could see, this mean self-centered devil girl was the only way I was getting to the Fortunate Isle.
Chapter 29
Twenty minutes later, the three of us stood on the empty boardwalk at the Marina waiting for Carmen and Willow. In front of us was yet another yacht, only smaller. I didn’t know how long it would take to get to the Isle, but I was suddenly thankful we’d be taking the journey in style. I needed rest, and Phoebe needed to sleep off her drunken stupor so she didn’t lash out at Olivia and get herself thrown overboard.
“There they are!” Phoebe waved frantically at them as they made their way toward us. They eyed Olivia warily but stayed quiet. It looked like Willow had packed for a month-long journey at sea, until I figured out what exactly she was carrying. She had gathered up some clothes for us along with a ton of snack food. I could have kissed her right then and there. My body had been in this dress long enough and I was starving. We all followed Olivia towards the back of the yacht. We could actually step down onto the deck, except for Phoebe who was already looking a little green. I jumped on the deck and held my arms out to her as she clumsily threw her body over the rail.
“This is my parents’ yacht and I’m not supposed to have anybody on it without asking them, so don’t mess anything up unless you want to pay for it.” She turned on her heel and we all looked at each other in disgust.
She walked us through the first level of the boat, which housed three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Phoebe and I claimed one room, while Carmen and Willow claimed the other. I changed into the jeans and t-shirt Willow had brought for me and collapsed onto the soft queen sized bed. The rooms were cozy with a small chest of drawers and an arm chair. The walls were a pale yellow color that reminded me of a sunrise. There was one small window looking out on the water. I glanced over at my twelve black roses sitting on the dresser. There was already a vase in the room with fake flowers in it, so I had replaced them with mine instead. They made me think of Finn and the amazing night we had, and my entire body went numb with delirium. The last thing I heard before I went to sleep was Phoebe throwing up in the bathroom. Something about Phoebe puking on Olivia’s personal property made me smile.
When I woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the window above my head and it took me a couple of minutes to remember where I was. My scalp was in pain from the fifty bobby pins in my hair. I reached up and tried to fish some of them out, with no luck. Phoebe’s side of the bed was empty and I had no idea what time it was, so I got up and searched the other two bedrooms. Both empty. I climbed a carpeted spiral staircase at the end of the hall to the second level of the yacht. An immaculate living room opened up before me, surrounded by windows looking ou
t over the ocean.
Carmen and Phoebe had made themselves at home on two enormous half moon shaped leather couches facing each other in the middle of the room. Their attention was on a 60’ flat screen TV that retracted down from the ceiling. They were wearing matching fluffy, white terrycloth robes with fuzzy slippers. A tray of donuts, cinnamon rolls, strawberries, and scones sat on the coffee table along with a pitcher of orange juice.
Carmen grinned up at me, “it’s about time you woke up.”
“What time is it?” I asked groggily, still trying to find those elusive bobby pins poking into my skull.
“Just 10:30.”
“10:30? Where are we? Where are Willow and Olivia?”
“Yes, don’t know, and upstairs,” she rattled off the answers in order. I observed Phoebe, who was not looking very good this morning. The hair that was so eloquently styled last night was now in one big knot on her head, and her face was drained of color. The bags under her eyes were apparent even from far away.
“How’re you feeling Phoebs?”
“I’m never drinking ever again.” She craned her neck to see me from the couch, squinting from the light coming through the windows. I bent down and gave her a quick hug.
“You want to take advantage of the witch’s money with us?” Carmen asked with unrestrained satisfaction and snickered.
“That’s okay; ya’ll seem to be doing a fine job of that already.” I leaned down closer and raised an eyebrow, “Ya’ll better behave or she’s not going to help us. At the moment she’s all we’ve got.”
“We’ll try our best, but if I see a shark swim by, there’s a good possibility she’ll accidentally fall in the water and get eaten.” They collapsed into a fit of giggles. I shook my head at them and walked up the staircase to the third and top level of the yacht. Speaking of sharks, I wanted to call Finn, but I definitely didn’t have any cell phone service out here. I would feel much better if he were here with me. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to do once we arrived. What if we couldn’t find the Isle? What if we got hurt? What if Kira got killed? I tried to force all of those morbid thoughts out of my mind as I stepped in to what looked like the yacht’s control room. There were two large plush chairs facing a litany of keyboards, buttons, and levers that I hoped Olivia knew how to operate. There was a small leather couch at the back of the room where Willow and Olivia were engrossed in a laptop. I spotted Nicolet’s poem on the small table in front of them.
“Hey Stasia!” Only Willow looked up at my entrance. She patted the cushion beside her for me to sit, “How you feeling?”
“I’m okay. I’ll feel better when we find the Isle. Have you guys had any luck?” I peeked at the laptop screen.
“Well we’re already locked in on the coordinates and heading straight towards them.” She shared a stressed look with Olivia, “Our problem isn’t finding the Fortunate Isle, though. It’s the whole getting on the Fortunate Isle that we’re worried about.” I could tell they had been at this for hours. Olivia took a swig of Diet Coke, stood up and stretched.
“You thirsty? Hungry?” She was looking at me, but I was having trouble reconciling her nice tone with the person saying them. No sarcasm at all.
“Um, sure. That would be awesome.” As she walked away I raised both eyebrows at Willow and she shrugged her shoulders. She was eyeing my hair and already taking out the bobby pins I couldn’t find on my own. She gave me a grave look while she worked.
“Like I was saying, we think we’ll be able to find the Isle just fine. We should be there by tomorrow. But making it onto the island is a whole different issue.”
“Are there walls or something? High cliffs? A crocodile-infested mote?”
“No, worse; a protective shield. Just like the one around Lorelei except this one keeps everything and everyone out. You have to be approved to go on to the island.” Well, this was definitely a major road block.
“Approved?” I asked, slightly frustrated. Was there a secret knock we needed to know or something?
“Not everyone is allowed admittance. And we have no idea what those specific qualifications would be. We’ve been studying the poem and we think we’ve figured out a couple of things, but executing them might be a challenge.”
“Why is the island so protected? What’s so special about it?”
“The Fortunate Isle is an island the Nerieds have lived on for centuries,” Olivia explained as she came up the stairs with a glass of orange juice and jelly toast. “Mostly it’s used by the more… important ones.” She set the food down in front of me and I dug in immediately. Willow nodded.
“By ‘important’, she means the strongest or the leaders. Thetis and Keto have always lived there. Several have left since Keto took over though.” As I gobbled down every last bit of the toast and orange juice, I thought about the island. It sounded like a sanctuary untouched by the outside world. If my vision was true, the place I had been would match that description. It surpassed anything I’d ever seen. I guess getting there in a vision is slightly different than in real life, though.
“So if the Isle is so sacred, how do you think Isadora was allowed entrance?” I asked them.
“The only thing we can come up with is that Keto changed some of the long standing rules around admittance and who’s deemed worthy.” Willow put hand quotes around the word worthy.
Suddenly feeling disheartened, I put my head in my hands. Willow wrapped her arm around my shoulder, sending healing tingles across my back. They wound down in to all of my muscles releasing the tension and helping me breathe easier.
“Thank you,” I smiled at her, then picked up the poem from the table and read the first stanza out loud. most fortunate of isles belongs to the blessed and true which of itself and without favour, slumbers beneath the blue.
“What do you think it means by slumber? Is the island…asleep?” I asked Willow apprehensively.
“I’m not sure. Olivia thinks it means someone has actually put it to sleep. Or turned it ‘off’ in a sense.”
“It’s the most likely possibility if Sirens like Isadora are being allowed in,” Olivia added looking up from the laptop.
“How can we be sure the poem has anything to do with our current situation?” I tried unsuccessfully to put the puzzle pieces together.
“Unfortunately, we can’t.” Olivia chewed on her lip, thoughtful. She glanced at me tentatively and weighed her words carefully before speaking. “There are a lot of legends in our world. Some true, some not. I think this poem refers to one of them or is maybe foreshadowing something.” I had a feeling she knew a lot more than she was telling us. And whatever she was hiding had something to do with why she decided to help us. I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her, but we still needed her help. I glanced down at the second stanza. It appeared to be instructions. anchor off her shore whilst shifting currents slew cease the tidal surge and arrive her sprites to woo
“So we anchor off shore. That makes sense. But what does the second line mean?” I spread jelly on another piece of toast.
“I think it means high tide. Which we think is confirmed by the third line,” Willow pointed at the paper.
“So we anchor off shore at high tide and calm the waves?” I guessed. An uneasy feeling pushed its way into my throat and the anxiety in my heart became overwhelming. We had to calm the waves. That meant either I or Carmen would have to do it. I didn’t know if I could do it again.
Especially without Finn. And with so much at stake.
“That’s what we’re thinking,” Willow touched my arm with compassion.
“I don’t even want to know what the forth line means, do I?” I closed my eyes.
“We think the water sprites are the ones who decide who enters the islands and who doesn’t.”
Olivia sighed.
“And how does one go about wooing a sprite?” I asked, exasperated. This was getting more and more complicated by the minute. What if we couldn’t figure it out? What woul
d happen to Kira?
“We haven’t gotten that far yet,” Willow shook her head, clearly frustrated. Thankfully, I had learned about sprites last week in class. They could breathe both air and water, but lived mostly in the sea. They were all female and the color of the sea, so it was very difficult to see them unless you knew what you were looking for. They were harmless unless provoked, but that didn’t do much to calm my nerves, which were completely frayed by that point. How was I supposed to woo a sprite?
Tell her how beautiful she was? Sing her a love song? I sighed and stood up.
“Hey guys! Guys! Come down here! Quick!” Phoebe yelled to us from the stairs. We ran to see what had her all excited. She just shuffled us down to the first level and out to the deck.
“Look!” She pointed over the side of the yacht. I peeked over the side not sure what to expect.
An entire school of dolphins was swimming on both sides of us. Jumping and darting back and forth, I could almost feel their excitement. No, I could feel their excitement. It was like a thousand buzzing bees flying through my veins; tiny vibrations shooting through me all at once. It felt like I’d drunk a gallon of espresso in one sitting. My whole body was jittery and my head began to spin. I sat down on one of the seats and pinched my nose. I tried to concentrate on just one dolphin. Maybe that would block out the rest of them. I zeroed in on one of the smaller dolphins closer to the boat. It was a darker gray then the others and very, very fast. Eventually, my head stopped spinning and the buzzing in my body lessened to only a light tickle. I glanced up and met the piercing gaze of Olivia. She was watching me intently. She narrowed her eyes momentarily, but then looked away.
“Dolphins are good luck, you know.” Phoebe launched in to a lesson about dolphins and their symbolism. I did feel somewhat comforted by the ocean we were gliding over. As weird as it sounded, I felt like we were being trailed by more than just dolphins.
