We finally reached the beach. The sand
shuffled under our shoes. The breeze created waves on the blue water. It was
still sunny, but gray clouds began to cover the sky. The seagulls were talking
to each other in the way they do. We searched for a spot to build our
sandcastles. While Robert kept looking, I looked at the vast marshland. I could
see the distant wooden cross that stood in the mud. The mud that had trapped
the carriage and Nathaniel’s body. They couldn’t get either out. I wondered
would they ever try again.
Past the site
was Eel Marsh Island. The trees covered up the large stone house where the
Drablows used to live. The sky over the island was a dark gray and spooky. It
was like Heaven was showing that the place was forever cursed and no one should
come there. No one had been on the island since Mr. & Mrs. Drablow went to
India after the accident. But they would come back. Every time they would leave
the house or come back to it, they would pass their son. The son they took care
of. The son they took from her.
