I had major writers block on this one. Anyway review and enjoy!
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Chapter 10: Sunrise Stroll
Will trudged up the stairs with Nick, Josh, Christa, Elizabeth and Governor Jones following. Will pointed to his bedroom at the end of the hall.
"Josh, you can stay with me and Nick," he pointed to guest bedroom to his right," Christa, you can stay in the guest room, and Governor you can stay…"
"You can stay in my room, Governor, I'll sleep on the couch down stairs," said Elizabeth.
"Yeah, what she said," responded Will.
"Thank you once again," said the Governor.
"Yeah thanks," said Josh and Christa.
"No problem," said Will.
"Well, good night everyone," said Elizabeth." Night, boys." She kissed Nick and Will on the top of the head.
"Night, mom." Everyone then moved to their respective rooms. Will gave Josh his bed, so he slept on the ground. The candle was blown out and the room was thrown into pitch darkness. A few hours before dawn, when he only heard the stillness of the house, Josh and Nick's snores and the rustling of people cleaning up outside, he silently got up and got dressed.
He quietly closed the door and started to tip toe down the hall. As he passed the guest room the door opened. He turned his head to see Christa sticking her head out.
"Will! What are you doing?"
"Nothing, go back to bed," he responded, alittle snappier than he intended.
"You're sneaking out, aren't you?" said Christa. Will rolled his eyes by the interrogation.
"Maybe I am and maybe I ain't, now go back to bed," he ordered.
"No, I'm coming too," she said as she grabbed a robe.
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am. I can never do anything, I always have to be so proper, while Josh gets all the fun by not being proper and getting away with it. This might be the only time I can do what I want." Will thought about it, the truth of those words sinking in.
"Alright, but be quiet." They quietly crept down the hall, freezing everytime a floorboard squeaked. Once they were downstairs, he put a finger to his lips and pointed to his mom on the couch. She was laying on her back with her arm and leg hanging over the edge of the couch, her mouth agape. Will and Christa tried really hard not to burst out laughing. They weren't doing so well. They tip toed over to the cellar door and down the stairs, the door shutting behind them. They reached the bottom of the stairs and there was shelves and shelves was food along the walls and dried meats hanging from the ceiling.
"You snuck out of your room just to go to the cellar," said Christa incredulously. Will sighed.
"Haven't you learned anything about me? Not everything is as you see it." He walked up to a line of shelves in the back and found a small hole dug in the wall and pulled. The shelves swung forward to reveal a large tunnel. Will grabbed a torch from the wall and lit it. Christa was just standing there with her mouth agape.
"Well, are you coming or not?" She walked forward into the tunnel, shutting the shelf door behind her.
The tunnel was dark and sloping downward. She followed Will and saw that the tunnel flattened out. She noticed that there were wooden poles directly down the middle of the tunnel. She ran to catch up with Will.
"How'd you find this?"
"Find it? I made it," said Will
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, I started digging when I was 8, finished it when I was 11," said Will. Christa noticed there were tunnels breaking off to other areas.
"What are those tunnels?"
"Those lead to other areas, like the fort or the bay," said Will.
Christa looked around at the amazing tunnel, not believing it be made by an 8 year old. Then again Will was probably never an ordinary 8 year old, he was probably never an ordinary kid at any age. She figured the poles were to keep the roof up and prevent it from collapsing.
"Why'd you make it?"
"So I can get around town without getting in trouble with Buckner. Every time I go outside, he thinks I'm up to something, which I haven't caused any trouble in awhile. This way I can get around without get in trouble for no reason." They walked along in silence for a good 10 minutes.
"You know, you are one amazing guy," said Christa out of nowhere. Will glanced at her before saying," why do say that?"
"You cause major trouble and survive, you save a lives, you build tunnels, you have the guts to do pretty much anything. How do you it?" Will thought about it for awhile.
" I don't know, gut instinct I guess. I just get an idea and do it. Over half the time I have no clue what I'm doing."
"That's reassuring," laughed Christa.
"Hey, no one's died yet, so it must be working. I just get ideas and do it, and it surprisingly works. Oh, here we are." The tunnel opened up to reveal the most amazing sight.
They were in a small clearing, the sides were enclosed by cliffs towering over them. On one side there was a small waterfall flowing into a small pond. A stream was flowing from the pond to the ocean. There were flowers with beautiful blooms and palm trees. It was the most beautiful place and no one could find it. It was a beautiful, secretive place. A secret, little paradise.
"Wow," said Christa in total aw.
"Yeah, I found it a few years ago," said Will as he went over to the beach and sat down on a rock. Christa sat down next to him, and they watched the horizon for awhile. There was a faint orange along the ocean. The sunrise was coming, and coming fast. Christa looked from Will to the sunrise.
"You come here a lot?"
"Every morning. One day I will see a green flash on that horizon, and my dad will be there, to take me to sail on the ocean. Where my soul is. One day I will see that green flash."
"Your soul? I thought the saying was your heart," said Christa. Will laughed.
"That is the saying. But my heart isn't out there, my soul is."
"Then where's your heart?" she asked, taking a guess in her head.
"My heart? My heart is back here, with something. Or should a I say with someone, even though she doesn't know it," said Will taking a quick, involuntary glance at Christa, but hoping she didn't see it. She did see it and got an amused, knowing smile on her lips.
The sunrise was coming fast. The tip of the sun was about to cross the horizon. Will tensed up, excitement rising in the pit of his stomach. He hoped with all his might that this would be the day he would see the green flash and he would see the Flying Dutchman sailing towards him. The tip of the sun hit the horizon and passed, with no green flash. Christa looked as Will's face fell. She felt bad for him.
"Are you sure he's going to come?" she asked.
"Yeah," said Will quickly." He promised, he pinky swore. And he always keeps his promises." He was very confident about his answer. Will looked back to the sea.
"You know what would make this sunrise perfect?" asked Christa.
"What?"
"This." She grabbed his chin and turned it to face. She then kissed him. On the lips. They stayed like that for several minutes. They then separated. Will was in total shock. Christa just smiled. Will shook his head and came to his senses.
"Whoa," he muttered. He then cleared his throat. " We should get back home before people noticed we left. We'll go through town, it's faster and everyone's busy cleaning up so no one will notice us."
"Alright." Will stood up and started walking along the beach, Christa next to him. She quietly grabbed his hand. His lips twitched into a smile.
After awhile they reached the docks and started to make their way up Main Street. By this time they had unlinked hands. They were about half way back to the house when they heard," I should have guessed the Terrible Turner would be out at this out at this time of night, but I would never expect you to be out here, Christa." Will whipped around to find himself face to face with Commodore Buckner.