CH 46
Colonel Richard Covington of the RAF had been told about his son Peter's rescue. Their boat had a shaft leak, and it was sinking, but another boat rescue them in the nick of time. He wanted more information so he could thank the rescuers properly and personally. Going to the maritime center, he explained who he was, and asked about the people who rescued Peter and his family. Since he was an officer in the RAF, they let him look at the transcripts of the radio traffic.
Peter had called in his boat, The Rook, in on a mayday right after the bilge alarm showed he had a leak. He tried to fix it, but it got worse. A call was sent out for any vessels in the area. Nothing was found within fifty miles. That made Peter's situation bleak. A reply did come in, at the time 88 miles from where Peter was. The bad news was it was a sail boat. It was the closest thing to him. The sail boat, the Sea Witch, responded and stated they would make best speed towards the Rook. That made the situation very bleak. Sailboats were not fast. At best, they would get there long after dark, and hopefully find Peter and his family in a life raft.
In the following transmissions, the Royal Navy was readying helicopter to search, but again, it would be t least six hours before one would arrive on scene. Richard got his first surprise. Tracking the Sea Witch, in the first hour it had moved 30 miles towards the Rook. In the second hour, by radio triangulation and position reporting, it had covered another 32 miles. The Sea Witch had to have one hell of an engine to cover such a distance that fast. It found the Rook just before the boat sank, and pulled Peter and his family up out of their life raft just before the Rook went under.
Curious, the Maritime Admiral had gotten information on the Sea Witch, which was ported in Brightsea, down the coast from Brighton Marina. He showed what he had to Richard.
"Colonel, I have no clue how that sailboat got there that quickly," the Admiral said.
Richard looked at the boat's registered stats. Wooden hull with brass and stainless steel fittings. 46 feet long, 42 tons, main mast and foremast, common pleasure sailing rigging, triangular sails. 100 HP diesel utility engine/generator. Completed drydock refit, 17 November, reentered the water April 1st, Dockyard bay trials completed April 2nd , returned to owner April 3rd. Departed Brightsea for a trans Atlantic cruise, April 5th. "This boat was moving at thirty knots?" he asked. "It shouldn't be capable of half that."
The Admiral cast him a tight smile. "Yes, Admiral Smythe is very interested on how a 14 knot, at best, sailing ship can cruise at over double that speed. This was not a short burst of power, it ran at over 30 knots for 87 miles, verified by position reporting and radio triangulation."
"Maybe there is an error in the statistics. Could it have a 1000 HP Diesel in it?" Richard offered.
"There's not room for an engine that big on that boat. Sailboats are made with enough engine to run the electric and provide forward motion in windless seas and in harbors," the Admiral said. "Not as a main power plant."
"Who's the owner of this speed boat?"
"We're thinking that is how it can go so fast. The Sea Witch belongs to Dame Kaede Kikumura."
Richard nodded slowly. "That may explain it. It also means Peter's rescue was nothing short of a miracle that she happened to be close by."
"Yes, well, they are due in port here at Brighton Marina in fourteen days. And overnight stay, and they will be heading for Brightsea."
"I will have a reception committee here to greet them," Richard stated.
The Admiral cast him a smirk. "Coordinate it with the press, if you would. The instant work leaked out that the Sea Witch is Dame Kaede's boat, and it was going to be here, I think every reporter and paparazzi in all of England and half of France is going to show up. I'll arraign a private dock for your reception party."
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So far, except for another minor rain storm, they had decent weather coming back to England. Six year old Daniel was having a good time on board. He'd never seen girls with horns before and liked watching Kanae 'swim' Jumper around in the air. She even made his tail and fins move. Nana made Sailor bear walk and do silly dances. Peter was more thoughtful, and spent time playing chess with Duncan. Mary took on cooking duties with Inari or Kaede - whoever wasn't on watch at the helm.
Like the other couples, Peter and Mary took the last empty bunk. Daniel took the hammock on the forward starboard end so he could climb up into it and get down by himself.
Peter and Mary were curious about humans with horns. Ron took the task of explaining that Elves have always been around, but normally stayed clear of humans, or covered themselves up to appear human due to bad human reactions if they were found out. They thought it amusing that he knew more about elves than Kaede or Inari did.
Besides his history lesson on elves, Ron and helped the Covingtons become familiar with how to operate a sailboat. Jeff, Nana and Mayu helped with this, explaining proudly what they already knew. Kaene showed Daniel her lookout spot in front of the main mast to keep a eye on everyone topside. If anyone was to fall off, she was to yell and point and watch them until they could be brought back on board.
The two families got along, and even though it was a bit crowded, it didn't seem so bad since they intermingled and talked easily.
Ten days out of Brighton Marina, they got a call on the radio. Colonel Richard Covington, Peter's father, heard of the disaster, and was providing a welcoming and thank you committee for the crew of the Sea Witch for saving his son and his family. There would be a boat coming out to meet them, and a private dock reserved for them to tie up at.
The day before getting there, Duncan and Kouta started the engine to make water, and flushed out the black and gray water tanks before entering English waters. They would make fresh water until they got close to the harbor where the channel was muddied up by silt from the bottom. The desalination unit didn't like mud.
Kaede also noted they passed by many boats as they got closer to the harbor. Kaede, Inari, Nana Mayu and Mary were all in light clothes since it was a nice day out, so all the picture taking they attributed to guys wanting pictures of hot women.
With the harbor in sight, Ron had them lower the sails and stow them away and bring the boom straight back and tied it down. They went the last couple miles in on the motor. Coming close to the harbor entrance, boats were all over the place, not moving. One power boat raised up a big sign on the back that read, 'Sea Witch follow me'.
Passing other boats, the boats blew their horns and waved. Kaede and the others wave back. She swore she could hear the cameras clicking away. Through the harbor entrance, more boats lined the sides, and on the breakwaters, people were gathered.
"This is some reception committee," Kouta noted.
"Aye, I think half'a England is here," Kaede agreed.
Going into the harbor that was full of rows of docks, each dock had a large group of people on the end. Kaede even noted TV cameras were set up, watching them motor in. Going along the inside curve of the breakwater, Kaede wondered just how many docks were here. This was a small bay with docks everywhere. Like when they entered, the breakwater was packed with people.
Finally heading for land not far from the breakwater, near the breakwater was a long dock, empty of boats but filled with peole. The boat leading them tied up to the end, and the helmsman pointed to the dock.
In typical Ron style, he moved out away from the dock, sped up, then swung the boat in a tight turn as he reversed the engine. They stopped ten feet out.
"Yer loosin yer touch Ron," Kaede chided. "Mom, gimme a hand."
Kaede and Inari reached out an grabbed pylons and pulled them up to the dock. Video and single shot cameras watched the whole thing, even when Nana and Inari jumped over to help tie them up. Duncan and Ron got the brow over. Peter and his family saw his father and moved to go ashore. His father raised a hand, and a band started playing the British national anthem.
Kaede had always thought it sounded exactly like 'America The Beautiful.' She wondered why the British had to steal an American song for their anthem.
Peter and his family got off first, followed by Kaede and her family.
Richard hugged his son, then Mary. He then bowed to Kaede and said, "Dame Kaede, I can never thank you enough for saving my son and his family."
"Nay problem, lad. We was glad ta do it," she replied with a smirk. As she feared though, TV cameras were watching her, and a woman with a microphone came closer, followed by a pack of others.
"Oh boy, media time?" Kaede asked in a huff.
"Dame Kaede!" the woman said brightly. "We all want to thank you for your efforts to save the Covingtons. I have to ask, HOW did you get to them so quickly? By the reports, your yacht, the Sea Witch, was traveling at over 30 Knots! That's nearly sixty Kilometers an hour! That's impossible for a sailing craft!"
Kaede decided to have some fun with this. In a serious tone, she said, "We knew the wind wasn't gonna git us there in time, neither was our little engine. At first, all seemed hopeless!" She then added in a lighter tone, "So we all put our hands in the water and paddled fast as we could, and I'll tell ya, are our arms ever tired!" She lifted her arms and let them fall.
Laughter erupted in the crowd. Everyone had a good laugh, the waited for a real answer.
"Really, how did you do it?" the reporter asked.
In the quiet, Kaene said, "But Mom, ya told'em."
It was Kaede and her family's turn to have a good chuckle.
Kaede cast the reporter a smirk and said, "I named me boat the Sea Witch fer a reason, lass."
"Yes!" another reporter cried. "You used your magic to make it go that fast."
"Aye lad, but not only me. I needed me family helping. By meself I kin only git 18 knots outta it," Kaede admitted.
"Really?" the woman reporter asked in a squeak.
"You try pushin 40 tons by yerself," Kaede replied.
"I can't imagine trying to push one ton, let alone something that big!" the reporter gushed.
"Me point is, we knew the Covingtons were in deep trouble, so we did everything we could to go git'em," Kaede told her. "Thankfully, it was enough. If we'da been any later, their boat woulda been sunk, and we woulda had a tough time finding'em. It was dark and we was guided to'em by the radar spot we had'o their boat."
The reporter asked Peter, "Mr. Covington, having your boat sink on you must have been terrifying!"
"We were more than a little nervous," he agreed. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting anyone to come before the Rook went down. Then as we were abandoning it into our life raft, here comes the Sea Witch, shining lights and searching. They were moving along pretty good, too. They had us up and out of the water in no time. Dame Kaede and her family will always have my gratitude and respect."
"Ours too!" the woman reporter beamed. "Mr. Covington, I think I speak for everyone when I say we're happy you and your family are alive and well, and again, I thank you, Dame Kaede for that amazing rescue."
"Dame Kaede!" the male reporter asked, "We know very little about you. Can you tell us about yourself, and your family?"
Kaede shook her head. "Nay, sorry lad. All I kin tell ya is we've been hounded by …bad people ever since I was little. It puts me family an anyone near us in danger if I tell ya anythin. Those after me an mine doan ever stop, so I can't say nothin. Most people in the world'er nice, but there is greedy ones an bad ones out there who'll stop at nothin ta git what they want, nay matter who it hurts."
"But surely you can fight them," he coaxed.
"Aye, I have been," Kaede agreed. "An it leaves bodies all over when I do, so I'd rather not if I kin avoid it. Just cause I kin do violence bett'er than anyone, doan mean I like it. I'd rather live in peace."
"I can see your point," he said in a meeker tone.
"Are you going on another cruise?" the woman reporter asked.
Kaede looked at her boat, then said, "Truthfully? Now everyone knows about it, I'll probably sell it. Can't risk the bad guys comin after us again."
"Can't you tell us who these people are who want to hurt you?"
"Didn say it was just one group, an they're slippery ones," Kaede explained. "Had some that kilt themselves to keep who they were secret. I'd like ta avoid messy when I kin."
"It sounds like governments are after you," the man said.
"Maybe, but tween tryin ta find out, which would be bloody, and just stayin clear of'em, I'd rather stay clear of'em," Kaede told him.
"Surely you can get police protection," The woman reporter asked.
"A git them hurt, maybe kilt also? Nay happinin," Kaede stated. "We're good the way we are."
Richard Covington spoke up. "Dame Kaede, if you are going to sell your boat, I'd be proud to buy it!"
"Mom, no!" Nana cried.
Kaede looked back at Nana's stricken face. Kaene nor Mayu wasn't looking very happy. Duncan had slipped off with Inari, which figured with so many cameras around. She looked at Kouta.
Kouta shrugged and said, "You do what you think is best."
Ron came over. "Hey, Kaede? Part of security at the yacht club is keeping an eye on everyone's boats, knowing who comes and goes. The yard hands will ensure no one messes with your boat when you're not there. I'd hate to see you lose it after all the work you had done, and your family did have a great adventure out there, didn't you?"
"We did!" Nana cried.
"Mommy, we got ta see an do all kinds o things an we even saved someone! Please don't get rid of our boat!" Kaene cried.
"Keeping it is a risk," Kaede replied.
"So's living," Kouta said. "The only safe place for us is cooped up in the house."
Kaede nodded. She pondered for a moment, then said, "We'll talk about it once we're on our way."
"Good! Let's set sail!" Nana said with a grand motion that made a few people chuckle.
"It's up to you, Captain," Ron told her.
"Me, Captain?" Kaede asked.
Ron nodded. "From everything I've seen, you can pass the test, you made sure you know your boat. I know you've studied the rules of the road, flags, buoys and communications. You get the Sea Witch home as a Captain, I'll recommend you. I'd say your training has been a success."
"You're not staying the night?" Richard asked.
Kaede glanced at her kids. "Think I've been overruled, Mr. Covington. I'm happy things have turned out. Good luck ta ya an yer family." She then eyed her family and said, "Well? Nana, git ready with the forward line, I'll take the aft. Ron, git the helm, Kaene, take yer post, Mayu an Kouta git the lines on and stow'em. I'll git the brow once lines are clear."
"Yay!" Nama and Mayu cheered. They ran to their positions.
Kaede went to the aft line and pulled it off, watching Nana. When Nana had hers off, Kaede nodded and jumped on board, then went to bring the brow on as Ron started the engine. She got the brow on and stored, then called to Nana.
"Nana, light push to starboard!"
The Sea Witch moved away from the dock. Ron powered up and motored away. Everyone on the dock waved to them, Kaede and everyone topside waved back. Leaving the dock behind, Kaede took over the helm to drive them out at 5 knots, the harbor speed limit.
Duncan came up beside her. "Kaede, you know all those reporters are headed straight for Brightsea."
"Aye, that's why we gotta git there first," Kaede agreed. "Who's up to rowin?"
"Kaede? Brightsea is still a hundred thirty miles away," Ron reminded her.
"Aye, an they'll be expectin us there in a minimum'a two days. We go out far enough ta lose sight'o land, then haul ass at 080. In a few hours, we'll be at the corner from the south shores to the east shores. Make best speed by sail at night, and we should be there mid morning When they're leavin their hotel rooms," She explained.
Ron laughed. "You're the Captain."
Leaving the harbor, Kaede ran the engine up to eight knots and studied the wind speeds. Heading at 165, they had a nice crosswind. Kaede had the sails raises and trimmed. Seeing the batteries were charged and the sails puff out, she disengaged the clutch and turned the engine off.
"Kaede, we're being followed," Duncan said and pointed behind them.
Ron looked and squinted with his good eye. Another boat was coming out of the harbor. "Power boat, Looks like a tour boat. They're usually good for 15 to 20 Knots."
"Most likely filled with reporters," Duncan said. "Kaede, wait till dark before we speed off. By the time they realize we're pulling away, They will lose us pretty quick."
Kaede nodded. That was a good idea. She trimmed the sails, the boat listed over a few degrees in the crosswind. They got up to a respectable nine knots. By the radar, the boat behind them was staying back about a mile. It was then she realized, "We're gonna hafta tack once we git out far enough."
"Even better," Duncan said. When we head straight away, we'll lose them quicker. They know we'll be tacking, so they won't follow each tack, but stay on out average course. We take off on the top of the northern tack, and they will lose us faster."
"Dad, kin ya git me a chart up here fer the channel?"
"Right away, Captain," he replied with a grin, and went down to get one.
Kaede had Ron take the helm again as she and Duncan potted their course. They plotted an average course of 095, east and slightly south. The tacks would be every hour, and at 165 and 035 degrees. Basically, go eight miles then turn onto the next tack. If Duncan was right, that boat behind them would settle onto 095, and slow down to keep them on radar. Once they sped up at the top of the northern tack, they would be at the edge of the other boat's radar and quickly slip off it. No matter how fast that other boat went, they would not re-acquire them.
Kaede told her plan to her 'crew'. Everyone liked the idea. Inari would serve a light dinner and energy drinks just before sunset. Duncan would take the helm, they'd all get into rowing position, then at the top of the next northern tack, they'd drop the sails, run on the motor full speed again and dig in and row. They'd be far enough away where the other boat would not see this maneuver.
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On the loaded down tour boat, the helm and radar operator soon figured out the tack pattern for the Sea Witch. The captain had them set course at 095, which looked to be the center of the tack pattern. The Captain was happy, each reporter and paparazzi on board paid double the fee for a 'tour' following the Sea Witch. 37 of them on board, it was a good payday. After three hours, the tack pattern was confirmed. They would lose sight of the Sea Witch, but it stayed on radar.
Watching the radar closely, the operator noted another ship come on, headed west. The Sea Witch was moving to it's top tack position. "Captain, we have another contact, larger at 334 relative, heading west. It will clear us, but get between us and the Sea Witch for a moment or two."
The Captain came over and looked at the screen. "They should be turning south, right after that ship passes by. Helm, increase speed to ten knots, make sure we don't lose them."
"Aye, Captain, Increasing to ten knots."
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Duncan was at the helm as he noted the ship to their right was between them and the tour boat. They were also coming up to the top of their tack. "Kaede, look at this," he said. Pointing out their positions, he told her, "Here is the tour boat, seven miles away. When this ship gets between us and them, we'll lose them on radar, They will also lose us. We drop the sails and run on the engine now, and stay on our tack until just before that ship passes between us, then power up and row. By the time the ship passes, we should be outside their radar range."
Kaede grinned. "Let's do it."
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The radar operator on the tour ship watched the ship pass between them and the Sea Witch. They lost the Sea Witch when the radar signatures merged. They watched the larger ship continue west. The Sea Witch didn't come back on screen.
"Captain? I think we lost them," The radar operator said.
"They can't be far," the Captain stated. "Full speed ahead, course 045. Radar, let me know when you re-acquire the Sea Witch!"
His orders were answered. The tour boat picked up speed to 17 knots. They watched the radar closely. The bigger ship passed them continuing west.
"We should have them soon," the radar operator said.
Fifteen minutes went by, then twenty. The Captain frowned. "There's only one explanation," he said in a grumble. "They were watching us as well, and when they were shadowed by that ship, they turned around! HELM, hard-a port, course 300!"
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"We lost'em!" Duncan said over the music as 'Never gonna break my stride' was playing on the stereo. The sails were stowed and Kaede, Inari, Nana and Kaene were rowing hard. The engine was helping to put them up to 32 knots straight into the wind. Kaene and Nana had their rain coats on for when the waves broke over the bow.
Looking at the map, Ron figured their position and said, "Duncan, come a little left to 075."
"075," Duncan replied. He checked the radar. "Radar's clear, nothing behind us, nothing ahead of us."
"We're running parallel to the land, we'll be good on this course until we get to Dover in another hour and a half," Ron told them. "There's ferrys there too, so keep a lookout."
Kaede asked, "How far do we row?"
"To Dover, another hour and a half, then take a break, engine only going past Dover. Once we get past the southern coast, we change course to 015 and row again for another couple hours. That should put them way behind us," Ron told her.
"Sounds like a plan," Kaede agreed.
After their marathon rowing to go rescue the Covington family, to keep going for an hour and a half was easily doable. Coming up on Dover, they changed course to 090. They did find a ferry boat on radar, but it didn't get close enough to see.
The girls were pumped to start rowing again. After an hour break and snacks, They got to it again. Starting before they made their turn to go north, they got to the turn point faster.
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On the tour boat, the Captain was frowning. He was sure the Sea With had either headed towards land to lose them, or headed back to Brighton. If he lost the Sea Witch, all the reporters that had paid to follow the Sea Witch were going to want their money back. In desperation, he had the helmsman turn to follow the ship they passed, thinking the Sea Witch was using it as a cover. They ran after the ship full throttle for a half hour. Catching it, the Sea Witch was still not back on radar. With a curse, he turned back around to head for Brightsea. Even if the Sea Witch was on it's motor now, it was making 10-12 knots. His boat was faster. They would catch up to it.
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9:30 PM, they had gotten around to the east shores of England. Duncan set course for Brightsea. Kaede had the rowing party go below and get some rest. Inari stayed topside to take over the helm for her turn. Kaede and Ron figured that with sail only, they would reach Brightsea at 7 in the morning. They raised the sails and disengaged the engine. With a side wind, they trimmed the sails and got 9 knots out of the crosswind.
Kaede had everyone pack before they went to sleep. They would get to Brightsea, tie up and head for the train station and have breakfast at the train station before taking the train back to Scotland.
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At 9:30, The tour boat Captain was wondering if the Sea Witch had turned south when he was distracted. Only 30 miles west of Dover, there was still no sign of any vessels in front of him. Then again, they could have gone south just far enough to fool him again. They couldn't keep running at full throttle. He order the speed cut back to ten knots and had a course plotted for Brightsea. Sooner or later, the Sea Witch would come in, and he could claim success.
By morning, the reporters and cameramen were getting tired and grouchy. The Captain assured them he knew where the Sea Witch was going, they would get their pictures.
Getting into Brightssea at 11:15, Most of them were napping. The Captain got permission to dock at the visitor's docks for the non-members fee, outside the member docks which were inside the long docks separating the areas. Tired, hungry and grumpy but satisfied they would see Kaede here, all the cameramen went to the restaurant to grab a bit to eat. As they filed in and began ordering, On man with a camera around his neck was looking over the boats on the harbor. He saw one with the golden mermaid on the bow. Holding his camera up, he zoomed in to get the name. It was the Sea Witch.
"She's already here" He cried and pointed.
That caused a rush to the windows to verify what he said. Including the Captain.
Seeing the exodus to the windows of the member docking area, the waitress came over and asked, "Excuse me, but you're causing a scene. Please sit down, your orders will be ready soon."
"The Sea Witch is here!" the Captain said.
The waitress smiled and told him. "It came in early this morning. It will be here, so please take your seats."
"Where's Dame Kaede?" one of the cameramen asked.
"I don't know," the waitress told him. "Now please sit down."
All the cameramen glared at the Captain.
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Cameron had been studying the people in the area of their new home here in Scotland. She was liking what she saw. One thing that pleased her was the lack of terminators. Another was that John 'Mc Donald' and her were accepted into the community. Besides curiosity of where they'd come from, there were no questions about them. Well, almost none.
Going down to the Lenui Inn with Richie and Roberta, John mingled right onto the crowd easily. Some fun was poked at them that with a name like McDonald, they couldn't speak 'Scottish', but it was done with good humor. Cameron found darts an interesting game of skill. Fred McLeod coaxed her and John into a doubles game. Neither of them having ever played darts, Fred explained the rules before they started.
Fred and Billy teamed up against Cameron and John. Being a gentleman, Fred let Cameron throw first. Her first throw, Cameron put all three darts into the triple bull's eye.
Fred stared.
"Ya got laser sights on those darts?" Billy asked in shock, seeing the tight pattern Cameron threw. All three darts were touching each other.
"I computed the weight of the dart, distance and the correct energy and angle to put into the trajectory," Cameron explained.
"I never seen no one do that except fer me dad!" Fred explained.
John grinned.
"She might be the next Angus!" Doogal announced with a grin.
"Angus?" Cameron asked, looking over at him as she retrieved her darts.
"Me Dad," Fred told her. "Weren't no one who could beat me Dad at darts, bless his soul."
"Aye," a man named David agreed. "I didn get to go to the playoffs til Angus retired. He'd put his darts right where he wanted'em. Hell of a player."
"Let's see if she kin keep it up," Fred said in a challenge.
While Cameron landed her darts right where she wanted them, John sucked. He missed the board completely a few times - and got ribbed for it. Fred and Billy squeaked in a win.
David, who'd come in second at the regional dart tournament last year challenged Cameron to a game. She beat him easily.
While Cameron beat him, then Gary, who'd also placed high in the standings, John sat and nursed his ale.
Doogal came over and patted John on the back. "Doan take it bad, Lad. Some'er gifted with a dead eye, others ain't. Yer lass just happens at have the skill."
John grinned. "Yes, she does at that."
"I kin see'er going ta Inverness an comin home wit the trophy," Doogal said firmly.
"I say it's bout time we git a lass fer a champion!" The waitress, Kathy, announced.
"I'm fer that!" Roberta agreed heartily. A few other also cheered on the idea.
"It'll be a first," Rachel agreed.
"What do ya say lass?" Fred asked. "Up fer joinin the league fer us?"
Cameron looked at John. He was grinning. He was proud of her. "I can do that."
The next Sunday, Cameron and John went to another local bar for Cameron to register and participate in a 'playoff' where the two best teams would move on to Sheil to play for Glen Finnen. Cameron and David came in first, beating the other teams. A reporter for the local news got pictures of them for the paper, and a mention on the TV station for the sports section.
Going to Shiel down the road, Cameron and David played teams from five local towns, and came out on top. The fact a woman was competing in this year's dart tournament and placing her darts 'with the accuracy of a missile', got her on the news again.
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Sarah knew Kaede had whisked John off to Scotland. As soon as she got her money from the settlement, she got on a plane and went to look for John. Sitting in her apartment ( or here, her flat), she looked for clues where John might be. She half listening to the TV as she was searching the papers for any murders Cameron may have committed. She couldn't find a John Connor or a John Baum anywhere, so she figured he must have changed his last name again. Sipping her Foster beer, she searched for any clue that would lead her to her son.
The sports news was on. She heard Cameron's voice on the TV, and snapped her head up at it.
A beaming Cameron was saying, "I'm excited! Me and me husband John just moved from America for a calmer life. I never played darts before, but I found I'm really good at it and it's fun!"
"So, where'd ya settle Lass?"
"Me an John are building our house in Glen Finnen. It's a great little town with wonderful people. We really like it here."
The camera moved to show the reporter. He said, "I'm here with upcoming dart champion Cameron McDonald, who with her partner, David Cowell, just won her first local playoff match, and is the first woman ta do so!" To Cameron, he said, "Best of luck ta ya lass, we'll be watchin!"
Sarah grabbed her map and began searching for Glen Finnen. Luckily, it was on the 'sights to see' and had a tour bus going into it. She found the touring company and scheduled a tour. She was going to find her son! She also checked her tazer had fresh batteries, the thermite she'd packed in a plastic jar, and the road flare kit she'd gotten upon arriving were ready. Once she found them, Cameron was going to burn, and she'd get John back home.
