Read The Mystery of Adventure Island for Free Online
Authors: Paul Moxham
leaving their shoes to dry in the sun, they headed back into the water.
Forming a chain, they were able to quickly get all of their stuff off the Lazy Lucy. After having a short rest, they lugged the tents across the beach and up the rugged terrain.
“We need to be close to the boat,” Will said, “but not too close. We can’t afford to be seen from the water, so I suggest we get as close to the wood as possible.”
They walked a bit farther on until they reached the wood and, seeing a patch of grass, dropped the tents there.
Joe glanced around and saw that the wood blocked the view at one end, and thick gorse bushes blocked the view from the beach. “This should suit us nicely.”
“Let’s hurry and set up camp,” Amy said. “I want to see if there’s something more to your theory than just a cigarette butt.”
It didn’t take as long to set up camp as it had yesterday and, after a quick snack, they headed towards the church. They kept close to the wood at all times and stopped when they were in view of the ruin.
Will looked through the binoculars but, to his disappointment, didn’t see any movement. “I vote we stay in the shelter of the bushes and head for the other end of the island.”
Since it seemed pointless staying where they were, the others agreed with Will and moved off. It took less than ten minutes to reach the far beach, and, in the shelter of thick bushes, the children lay down and gazed down the small incline at the sand below.
Joe took the binoculars and spent a full minute surveying the area. There was still no sign of anyone and not even a sign that anyone had been there in recent times. There was no boat, no tent, not even a campfire.
Sarah stood up. “This is no mystery. How can there be one when there isn’t anyone or anything of interest on this island?”
Joe watched as Sarah started walking down the small hill and towards the beach. “I guess she’s right.” He stood up as well. “Why are we all creeping about?”
“Look!” Amy called out. She pointed to the far end of the beach where a person had just come into view.
“Gosh, they’ll see Sarah.” Will jumped up and rushed after the eight year old.
Joe and Amy watched in horrified silence as the man walked down the beach, heading directly towards Sarah who, by now, had just reached the sand. Luckily though, there was a rocky cliff that protruded out and thus stopped the man from seeing the girl.
With bated breath , Joe gazed through the binoculars as Will caught up with Sarah. The two of them turned and raced back to the grassy area. They had just flung themselves behind some gorse bushes when the man walked around the cliff and headed towards them.
“What’s going on?” Amy asked, fearful.
“The man must have seen them. He’s going straight… no, he’s turned around now and…. he’s disappeared!” Joe whipped the binoculars away from his face and gazed down at the beach. He was right. The man had literally disappeared.
Half a minute later, Will and Sarah rejoined the others. The boy turned to Joe. “What did you see?”
“You were just in time,” Joe said. “I thought the man had seen you, but then he disappeared.”
Will frowned. “What do you mean?”
“He just disappeared,” Joe replied. “He was walking along next to the cliff and—”
“Goodness, the cave!” Sarah whispered.
“What cave?” Amy asked.
Sarah explained. “Just before Will spoke to me, I saw a cave.”
Joe looked at Will. “Did you see it?”
Will shook his head. “No, but I wasn’t looking. I was only concerned with Sarah.”
“Remember the caves at Smuggles Cove?” Joe said. “What if there are similar caves on this island?”
“Caves would be an ideal hiding place for someone who didn’t want to be seen,” Amy said. She glanced at Will. “Are there many caves or tunnels that you know of in the area?”
Will nodded. “This part of the coast was a big deal to smugglers a few hundred years ago.
Forming a chain, they were able to quickly get all of their stuff off the Lazy Lucy. After having a short rest, they lugged the tents across the beach and up the rugged terrain.
“We need to be close to the boat,” Will said, “but not too close. We can’t afford to be seen from the water, so I suggest we get as close to the wood as possible.”
They walked a bit farther on until they reached the wood and, seeing a patch of grass, dropped the tents there.
Joe glanced around and saw that the wood blocked the view at one end, and thick gorse bushes blocked the view from the beach. “This should suit us nicely.”
“Let’s hurry and set up camp,” Amy said. “I want to see if there’s something more to your theory than just a cigarette butt.”
It didn’t take as long to set up camp as it had yesterday and, after a quick snack, they headed towards the church. They kept close to the wood at all times and stopped when they were in view of the ruin.
Will looked through the binoculars but, to his disappointment, didn’t see any movement. “I vote we stay in the shelter of the bushes and head for the other end of the island.”
Since it seemed pointless staying where they were, the others agreed with Will and moved off. It took less than ten minutes to reach the far beach, and, in the shelter of thick bushes, the children lay down and gazed down the small incline at the sand below.
Joe took the binoculars and spent a full minute surveying the area. There was still no sign of anyone and not even a sign that anyone had been there in recent times. There was no boat, no tent, not even a campfire.
Sarah stood up. “This is no mystery. How can there be one when there isn’t anyone or anything of interest on this island?”
Joe watched as Sarah started walking down the small hill and towards the beach. “I guess she’s right.” He stood up as well. “Why are we all creeping about?”
“Look!” Amy called out. She pointed to the far end of the beach where a person had just come into view.
“Gosh, they’ll see Sarah.” Will jumped up and rushed after the eight year old.
Joe and Amy watched in horrified silence as the man walked down the beach, heading directly towards Sarah who, by now, had just reached the sand. Luckily though, there was a rocky cliff that protruded out and thus stopped the man from seeing the girl.
With bated breath , Joe gazed through the binoculars as Will caught up with Sarah. The two of them turned and raced back to the grassy area. They had just flung themselves behind some gorse bushes when the man walked around the cliff and headed towards them.
“What’s going on?” Amy asked, fearful.
“The man must have seen them. He’s going straight… no, he’s turned around now and…. he’s disappeared!” Joe whipped the binoculars away from his face and gazed down at the beach. He was right. The man had literally disappeared.
Half a minute later, Will and Sarah rejoined the others. The boy turned to Joe. “What did you see?”
“You were just in time,” Joe said. “I thought the man had seen you, but then he disappeared.”
Will frowned. “What do you mean?”
“He just disappeared,” Joe replied. “He was walking along next to the cliff and—”
“Goodness, the cave!” Sarah whispered.
“What cave?” Amy asked.
Sarah explained. “Just before Will spoke to me, I saw a cave.”
Joe looked at Will. “Did you see it?”
Will shook his head. “No, but I wasn’t looking. I was only concerned with Sarah.”
“Remember the caves at Smuggles Cove?” Joe said. “What if there are similar caves on this island?”
“Caves would be an ideal hiding place for someone who didn’t want to be seen,” Amy said. She glanced at Will. “Are there many caves or tunnels that you know of in the area?”
Will nodded. “This part of the coast was a big deal to smugglers a few hundred years ago.