Elinor Teele

CHAPTER TWELVE Garret’s Cove is named after Mom’s great-great-great-great grandfather. Or was it uncle? Whoever he was, he’s deader than nails. But there are still plenty of live Garrets on the north part of Cape Mary. Granddad likes to say

CHAPTER ELEVEN Before I get back to the Coasties, I’d better explain what the geography is like once you’re free of the Fisher. Whitlock Bay is a funny one. Instead of facing east towards Portugal and Spain and countries where

CHAPTER TEN If you ever get round to visiting the Fisher, I’d recommend a trip to Kramer’s Neck. It’s gotta be the coolest stretch of land and water in the whole of the U.S.A. Sure, on the map it doesn’t

CHAPTER NINE “Permission to come aboard?” Pepper always asks that before she gets into someone else’s boat. “Permission granted.” Pepper plunked a Danforth anchor on the deck and a box on the forward seat. While she did what Da should

CHAPTER EIGHT “Really eaten by hogs? You mean chewed up and swallowed?” “That’s exactly what I mean,” Pepper switched over to her storytelling voice. “You see, three-hundred-odd years ago, there was a man named Smith living on the island. And

CHAPTER SEVEN “Hey, Jim! Like the new Lady?” There was only one shout on the Fisher that sounded like music. It was Pepper McGill. Pepper McGill is the most famous woman in the state. Since hitting thirteen, she’s been the

CHAPTER SIX There’s a certain rhythm to living near the ocean that most people don’t understand. You see it a lot with city slicks who come up for vacations. They push against everything. In the traffic, on the causeway, down

CHAPTER FIVE I’ll tell you true, one of the funniest things I’ll ever hope to witness was the sight of Barrington Reds bowled over in his catboat. All you could see were the bottom of his pants. The sail was

CHAPTER FOUR “You see anything?” “Nah. Stupid effing kid.” What with the swearing and the swishing, it took me a moment to remember where I was. Luckily, I had the good sense not to rock the Rita Anne. Judging by

CHAPTER THREE When I die, the last thing I wanna see through my bleary old eyes is the Great Marsh. I’ve told you I live on the Fisher River, but I don’t think I said where the Great Marsh is.