Chapter 3- The Plan

Emily and Milly

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Dad stood, appalled. "I don't know what to do, I mean, Millie - she -" I broke down into tears, all of them streaming down my face.

"It's not like we can't do anything," Dad replied. "Did Millie, uh, say anything?" I stared blankly into his eyes, thinking back on what Millie had told me as if her fierce words pierced my heart. She had scowled and said, "Who ever said it was easy?" she had made steps up, I bet to trick me into looking for her. Either she'd want me to find her, just as a little game, or she'd want me to die trying.

"Yeah, she did. And I don't know how that can help us at all." I then told him the pattern, and Millie's rudeness. He told me that it'd be okay and we would eventually find her. Does anybody think what he said is a stupid cliche besides me? Doesn't everbody say that when something goes wrong? Anyways, we continued to talk. The swimming to the bottom of the ocean was, I guess, was an option, but Millie couldn't hold her breath that long, I wouldn't think. She's never done something so rude, so she'd be an amateur. Or so I thought.

We then ventured off to the shore, picking up shells left and right, making the perfect wreath on our door. Half of the house was submerged, which is off topic - but it's mesmerizing if you've never seen it. Millie, if you recall, wanted to take her hypnotic junk and turn our house into a shop for it. That's why she took mom. For payback. "Hey, look at this conch! Look at the colour." I called to Dad.

"Oh, yeah. That's cool! Put your ear to it and listen," he said softly. I did as I was told, and squished the sand-filled shell hard against my ear. I've always wondered what shells are made of. Hmm. As I listened, you could hear the waves crash and blend with the sand (but of course that could have been the waves next to me sand-glazed feet). The sun set over the horizon, a vibrant fire-colour, while the waves lowered and shrank at the tip of the sand. I asked Dad,

"Should we go to the castle and find Aaron? And what about Shona? They can help us. We'll be just like Sherlock Holmes. But without all the funky outfits." I daintily laughed. He replied,

"Well, do you want to go to the castle now? It'll take a little while, but not much. I've got the energy. You?"

"Sure. Let's head out." I agreed. After that, we talked very little. Mostly just about memories with Mom, like she was already dead or something. It was very depressing and awkward. The castle gleamed as the pale moon shone now, the tips of the castle seemingly reaching the darkened clouds, and windows with a faint yellow glow shining. Dad and I swam up to the sand, and then got back to human-form. Once we reached the Gothic Cathedral looking door, I used the gold plated knocker and it rumbled the door slightly. Aaron opened the door swiftly in seconds.

"Hey!" he grinned.

"Hi. How are you?" I asked.

"Great! You?"

"Not so good. We need your help. My Mom is missing and we have to find her. Any idea on how or what to do?"

"Woah, woah, woah. Who did this?" he frowned. I sighed a heap-load and replied,

"Millie." and then my faced swelled up and almost started crying again.

"We need you." my Dad told him.

"Okay, okay, what about this? We split up, and we look across the island. I'll take the north side, Emily, take the south, and you take the north. Hey - what about Shona? She can take the west side. If all else fails, we'll do the same in the water. What if a boat saw her and snatched her up? She'd be safe." Aaron sure had ideas.

"That's just it. There was a pattern. Millie never told me where or when or why. Just the pattern." I told Aaron.

"Is a code?" Dad asked Aaron.

"Possibly. You know - I think I might just know the spot. Follow me!"


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