Okay, so now I'm onto book one! Hope you enjoy and please review!

ISLA POV

There had been several years since Victor's death; Isla and Thalia were now eighty-four. Everyone had taken their usual spots for movie time and sat quietly as an image projected on the screen.

A fifteen-year-old boy with dark hair was on a boat with a man, presumably his father. The boy looked strangely familiar, and Isla knew why when Emma's face tensed. "Abe!" Isla whispered to herself.

Millard overheard her. "That can't be Abe," he whispered. "Abe is old now, he can't still look like that."

"Right, right," Isla replied sheepishly. Still, the boy had to be at least related to Abe. The resemblance was uncanny.

The image faded and Miss Peregrine ushered them off to bed.

"Don't you think the boy looked like Abe?" Thalia asked as she, Isla, and Fiona headed up to their room.

Isla and Fiona bobbed their heads in unison. "It obviously wasn't actually him," Fiona said. "But do you think he might be his grandson or someone related to him?"

"Maybe."

Isla said after a while, "I'm going for a swim."

"I'll come too," Thalia offered.

Isla shook her head and ran outside.

The water felt cool against her skin as Isla sped through the lake. She saw something glimmer in the oblivion and slowed down to check it out. As she came closer, she saw that it was a shipwreck. It had the name Augusta printed along the side. Isla heard crying sounds and swam in to investigate. "What the - " Isla's gleaming silver tail split apart as she came inside and stood up to find Emma curled up in a corner.

"H-how'd you get here?" the older girl asked.

"I went for a swim and heard you crying, so I decided to check it out," Isla answered. "It's beautiful."

Emma smiled. "Yes, it is." She scooted over and Isla sat beside her.

"Do you come in here often?" Isla asked.

"When I need to be alone."

"I can't believe I never saw this place. I swim down here all the time."

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this. I thought I'd gotten over him but-" Emma looked out into the distance.

Isla understood. Abe and Emma had been lovers. Then he'd left. He used to send letters, then he stopped. That's all Isla knew. "I'll leave," she said. "If you want to be alone."

"No. You can stay. It's nice to have a little company." Emma looked confused for a second. "Why'd you come down here in the middle of the night? I mean, why are you upset?"

"I guess I just needed a break. All anyone could talk about was the boy, and, while I'm curious too, I don't think it needs to be such a big deal."

"Okay...that makes sense."

"I'm getting kind of tired. Think we should swim back up?"

Emma chuckled, then shook her head. "You said that as if when I go out into the water I'll get a tail too. And no. I'll stay down here. You can go."

Isla smiled at her, then ran out of the shipwreck and swam back to the children's home.

In the afternoon during lunch, Miss Peregrine told Bronwyn, Claire, Isla, Emma, Millard, Olive, and the twins to go get the boy. She said his name was Jake, and that he was Abe's grandson.

As they went outside, Emma told everyone where to stand. "Claire, Olive, the twins, and I will go into the old house and see if he's there. Bronwyn, Isla, and Millard; you three stay here."

After about ten minutes Emma called for Bronwyn. Bronwyn ran over and came back with Jake over her shoulders. She dumped him on the ground.

"Where's Claire?" Millard asked.

"I sent her back to tell Miss Peregrine we might run a little late, seeing as Jake just concussed himself," Emma answered.

Jake stood up and looked at them. "You're the twins. And she's Emma, he's Millard, she's Isla, that's Olive, and there's Bronwyn!" He seemed confused. "But you're dead! You're all dead! I mean, he's invisible, but he's still dead."

"None of us are dead," said Millard.

"Am-am I dead?!"

"No." Emma seemed just as confused as he did.

"You called me Abe, in the house. Why?"

"Y-you look like him."

Olive walked over to him. "Follow us." She looked around. "You never know who might be watching."

The children led him into the cairn. They turned around and looked at him. He ran outside.

That's where chapter seven comes to a close. By the way, I wanted to clarify everyone's (visual) ages, just in case it was a bit confusing.

Bronwyn: seven

Claire: six

Isla: thirteen

Emma: sixteen

Enoch: sixteen

Fiona: thirteen

Horace: thirteen

Hugh: thirteen

Jake: sixteen

Thalia: thirteen

Millard: thirteen

Olive: sixteen

The twins: six