The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 25

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Twenty-five 

Anthony and Lucas headed out as soon after breakfast as they were allowed and hurried down to the village.  They were worried about their sister again – half of Anthony’s mind thought that she might have run off again.  Then he had to remind himself that she hadn’t run off in the first place.  She’d been abducted.  He hastened his steps.  “Hold on a second, Ant!”  gasped Lucas, as they almost broke into a run.  “Slow down, or we’ll miss her!”

“Sorry Luke.  I’m worried!  What happens if we’re too late?”

“Let’s think about this logically, Ant.  Where would our Frank be most likely to be?  She’s not likely to be in town.  More likely fishing on the river or roaming the countryside, I should think.”

“OK then, let’s try the beach first.”


Frankie and Joe burst into the Captain’s kitchen, out of breath and hysterical.  But there was nobody there!  They weren’t aware that the Captain, his wife, and her two brothers were out searching for them.  In their haste and youth, though they didn’t think to stay put and wait for somebody to come home.  Fear drove them back out into the open.

“Where shall we go Frankie?” 

“I don’t know, Joe.  We have to find somewhere safe, where we can hide.  If they know about me, this is the first place they’ll look.  What about your Ma – is she home?”

“Probably not.  She’ll be down the market.”

“Well let’s go there then, so we can think for a moment.  At least your house is on the path, so we can see if anyone comes home.”

They ran down to Joe’s cottage and let themselves in.  They both sank back against the closed door and got their breath back. 

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5
Chapter 6   Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9   Chapter 10
Chapter 11   Chapter 12   Chapter 13   Chapter 14   Chapter 15
Chapter 16   Chapter 17   Chapter 18   Chapter 19   Chapter 20
Chapter 21   Chapter 22   Chapter 23   Chapter 24

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 23

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Twenty-three

Frankie had to clear her head in the morning for there were decisions to be made.  She wandered down the cliff path to the beach.  She crept out while her brothers were still snoring.  The Captain and his wife were still upstairs.  Water was always soothing for her.  She stared out at the turbulent sea while the things churned over in her head.  Joe was down there collecting treasure.  Frankie wandered over to where he was sifting through the sand.  His shrimping net was resting against the rocks and a bucket was filling up nicely with shells. 

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