CHAPTER TWENTY
Oak Island
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved
Davies’s car pulled onto a dirt outlet off the highway he and Alexis had been driving on—the only highway in the area. They were on the outskirts of Mahone Bay—just seconds outside of the guarded causeway that lead unto the fortified Island.
It was pitch black outside. Both sides of the highway are walled with giant trees. Beyond the trees and on the east side of the road, the incredibly bright luminescence of lights could be seen. They both get out of the car.
“Oh my God,” shivered the California girl, “It’s freezing!”
“I’ve got an overcoat in the trunk,” said Davies as he popped the trunk and gave it to her.
“What now?” she whispered.
“C’mon,” Davies said as he motioned for her to follow him towards the woods.
“Wait a second,” she insisted, “I thought we were going to Oak Island!”
“We’re here, listen…”
The two stopped fidgeting ad moving about. A moment of silence revealed the sounds of gentle waves from beyond the trees.
“See those lights,” explained Davies, “Those lights are coming from the island. That’s about 100 yards off the mainland.”
“So what’s the plan?” Alexis asked perplexed.
“I don’t know,” he answered confidently.
“You mean to tell me we came all the way out here without a plan? I thought you…” she was stopped by Davies hand cupping her mouth.
“Look, Alexis, this was your idea. I told you that there would be no conventional way to get onto the damn place. You’ve seen it! But you insisted on doing this anyway. Well this is the only way I can think of that might get us close…get there and see what we can see. Now are we going to find your damn husband or what?” the writer demanded.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” she replied.
“What?”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she confessed, “What am I going to say to him if we really do find him?”
“ ‘Hello’,” Davies said caustically, “ ‘How’s it goin’? Where’ve you been the last four years of our lives?’ I don’t know. Believe me, if I were you, I’d think of plenty to say to him after all this. Now c’mon! Let’s go. We’ve got to go through the woods. They’ve got cameras by the main causeway. We’ll never get through. Believe me. I’ve tried. I just want to get some pictures. That’s all.”
Alexis and Davies snuck through the heavy patch of trees and reached the shore. The sky was a dark, a rich blue, and majestic. It was much brighter on the beach itself. In the distance, they could see Oak Island. Davies was right: The lights the two saw from the highway that lit up the night sky were sourced there.
Along the beach, at what seemed to be a 100 yard interval, were posted freshly new signs that read:
PRIVATE BEACH. PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO PUBLIC ACCESS. NO DOCKING, FISHING, SWIMMING, PICINICING BY SPECIAL ORDINANCE 7554. ARMED RESPONSE.
“I get the feeling they don’t want people around,” whispered Alexis. “So how exactly are we going to get over, swim?”
“There’s a pier down about a half a mile. The local fishermen dock their boats their, smarty pants,” answered Davies.
They made their way further up the beach, away from the island, and found the small makeshift dock that tied up the plethora of fishing boats and equipment the locals used to sustain the economy of their tiny borough. No gate; no alarm system.
They snuck onto the pier and got into a small dingy boat. Alexis untied the rope and Davies rowed the dinghy, half full of rainwater, away. Alexis felt the cold bitter bite of the Atlantic Ocean as they rowed out about a ¼ mile onto the relatively calm night’s waters.
“I think we need another plan,” voiced the now panicky Alexis, “Something doesn’t feel right.”
“We’ll be fine,” calmed Davies, huffing and puffing from having rowed away like a madman, “We’ve just got to get out to the northern tip of the island. It doesn’t look like anyone’s even there. Once we can get around to the tip…” he stopped mid-sentence. The slowly rising sound of a powerboat drew both of their attention as they saw two bright lights flying towards them like a bat out of hell directly from the island!
“Who’s that?” asked the startled Alexis.
“Just let me do the talking,” said Davies with a charge, “We’re a couple on our honeymoon. We snuck out of the hotel for a romantic moonlight cruise. Just play it cool and we’ll be fine. I promise.”
Grit overcame Alexis. Even though she wasn’t aware of what the men of the oncoming boat held in store for them, the possibility of finding Sean was paramount to her as she found herself braving the uncertain situation. What if he was taken hostage by these people, forced to change his identity? She had to see this through. She had to find out what happened to her man.
As far as the body is concerned, fear is a danger signal - it responds with an automatic "fight-flight response" reaction. She was aware of this as the large and deafening powerboat roared towards them—floating in an inlet of the Atlantic some 3,500 miles from her home. Alexis’s heart rate had quickened and her blood pressure rose; her muscles became tense and her skin began to sweat. She was preparing for action - to flee or to fight.
As the powerboat encircled their dingy, the wake nearly tipped the two into the icy waters of the ocean. Alexis clung onto Davies as she regained her balance and the dingy settled down. The two could now see the men manning the boat. Alexis felt her bravado weaken as the stranded honeymooners noticed all four of the men brandishing what were obviously heavy shotguns.
The men from the boat began calling out over a muddled public announcement system. Neither Davies nor Alexis could understand what they were shouting. Finally, the men shut down their engine.
“You are trespassing on private property,” announced the intimidating voice, “You will be lawfully detained until you can be identified as established by local statute. Remain seated while being boarded.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Chapters
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 & 22, 23, 24, 25, Epilogue
Oak Island
Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved
Davies’s car pulled onto a dirt outlet off the highway he and Alexis had been driving on—the only highway in the area. They were on the outskirts of Mahone Bay—just seconds outside of the guarded causeway that lead unto the fortified Island.
It was pitch black outside. Both sides of the highway are walled with giant trees. Beyond the trees and on the east side of the road, the incredibly bright luminescence of lights could be seen. They both get out of the car.
“Oh my God,” shivered the California girl, “It’s freezing!”
“I’ve got an overcoat in the trunk,” said Davies as he popped the trunk and gave it to her.
“What now?” she whispered.
“C’mon,” Davies said as he motioned for her to follow him towards the woods.
“Wait a second,” she insisted, “I thought we were going to Oak Island!”
“We’re here, listen…”
The two stopped fidgeting ad moving about. A moment of silence revealed the sounds of gentle waves from beyond the trees.
“See those lights,” explained Davies, “Those lights are coming from the island. That’s about 100 yards off the mainland.”
“So what’s the plan?” Alexis asked perplexed.
“I don’t know,” he answered confidently.
“You mean to tell me we came all the way out here without a plan? I thought you…” she was stopped by Davies hand cupping her mouth.
“Look, Alexis, this was your idea. I told you that there would be no conventional way to get onto the damn place. You’ve seen it! But you insisted on doing this anyway. Well this is the only way I can think of that might get us close…get there and see what we can see. Now are we going to find your damn husband or what?” the writer demanded.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” she replied.
“What?”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she confessed, “What am I going to say to him if we really do find him?”
“ ‘Hello’,” Davies said caustically, “ ‘How’s it goin’? Where’ve you been the last four years of our lives?’ I don’t know. Believe me, if I were you, I’d think of plenty to say to him after all this. Now c’mon! Let’s go. We’ve got to go through the woods. They’ve got cameras by the main causeway. We’ll never get through. Believe me. I’ve tried. I just want to get some pictures. That’s all.”
Alexis and Davies snuck through the heavy patch of trees and reached the shore. The sky was a dark, a rich blue, and majestic. It was much brighter on the beach itself. In the distance, they could see Oak Island. Davies was right: The lights the two saw from the highway that lit up the night sky were sourced there.
Along the beach, at what seemed to be a 100 yard interval, were posted freshly new signs that read:
PRIVATE BEACH. PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO PUBLIC ACCESS. NO DOCKING, FISHING, SWIMMING, PICINICING BY SPECIAL ORDINANCE 7554. ARMED RESPONSE.
“I get the feeling they don’t want people around,” whispered Alexis. “So how exactly are we going to get over, swim?”
“There’s a pier down about a half a mile. The local fishermen dock their boats their, smarty pants,” answered Davies.
They made their way further up the beach, away from the island, and found the small makeshift dock that tied up the plethora of fishing boats and equipment the locals used to sustain the economy of their tiny borough. No gate; no alarm system.
They snuck onto the pier and got into a small dingy boat. Alexis untied the rope and Davies rowed the dinghy, half full of rainwater, away. Alexis felt the cold bitter bite of the Atlantic Ocean as they rowed out about a ¼ mile onto the relatively calm night’s waters.
“I think we need another plan,” voiced the now panicky Alexis, “Something doesn’t feel right.”
“We’ll be fine,” calmed Davies, huffing and puffing from having rowed away like a madman, “We’ve just got to get out to the northern tip of the island. It doesn’t look like anyone’s even there. Once we can get around to the tip…” he stopped mid-sentence. The slowly rising sound of a powerboat drew both of their attention as they saw two bright lights flying towards them like a bat out of hell directly from the island!
“Who’s that?” asked the startled Alexis.
“Just let me do the talking,” said Davies with a charge, “We’re a couple on our honeymoon. We snuck out of the hotel for a romantic moonlight cruise. Just play it cool and we’ll be fine. I promise.”
Grit overcame Alexis. Even though she wasn’t aware of what the men of the oncoming boat held in store for them, the possibility of finding Sean was paramount to her as she found herself braving the uncertain situation. What if he was taken hostage by these people, forced to change his identity? She had to see this through. She had to find out what happened to her man.
As far as the body is concerned, fear is a danger signal - it responds with an automatic "fight-flight response" reaction. She was aware of this as the large and deafening powerboat roared towards them—floating in an inlet of the Atlantic some 3,500 miles from her home. Alexis’s heart rate had quickened and her blood pressure rose; her muscles became tense and her skin began to sweat. She was preparing for action - to flee or to fight.
As the powerboat encircled their dingy, the wake nearly tipped the two into the icy waters of the ocean. Alexis clung onto Davies as she regained her balance and the dingy settled down. The two could now see the men manning the boat. Alexis felt her bravado weaken as the stranded honeymooners noticed all four of the men brandishing what were obviously heavy shotguns.
The men from the boat began calling out over a muddled public announcement system. Neither Davies nor Alexis could understand what they were shouting. Finally, the men shut down their engine.
“You are trespassing on private property,” announced the intimidating voice, “You will be lawfully detained until you can be identified as established by local statute. Remain seated while being boarded.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Chapters
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 & 22, 23, 24, 25, Epilogue
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