Pete finished the last of the whitewashing of the lighthouse and cleaned off his paintbrush. He was covered in white paint and raced inside, glad to be done with his work for the day. Nora was at the stove preparing another delicious smelling chowder.
"Can I go down by the beach?" Pete asked.
"Sure, but not for too long. Dinner will be ready soon," she replied.
Pete climbed down the rocks to the beach below, kicked off his shoes and ran into the ocean. The cold water was a welcoming feeling. It had been a month since the dragon was killed. Lampie's arm was on the mend, and Pete was getting used to his new life at the lighthouse.
Once the townspeople heard of how the dragon was brought to Passamaquoddy, they couldn't believe how the mayor could cover up such a terrible thing and blame it on Pete. Thankfully, Pete didn't have to worry about the scorn of the townspeople as he did before. They were easily forgiving. Besides, the dragon was gone and he could carry on with his life once more.
Pete strolled along the beach and picked up a smooth flat rock. He turned it over in his hand before skipping it out to the ocean. He began to look for more stones when his eye fell upon something in the sand. The tide was starting to wash away what appeared to be a trail of three-toed footprints. He followed them and found they led all the way to the cave at the far end of the beach. Could they really be…? He peered into the dark cave ahead and saw two glowing yellow orbs materialize out of the blackness. A wave of terror washed over Pete. He knew the sight all too well.
A pair of dragon eyes.