Chapter One In Which We Arrive Back at Rock Island, a Place Where Time Stands Still Captain Jim''s Island News August 1, 6:00 a.m. Should be another beautiful day on Rock Island, with temperatures in the low eighties and a strong breeze for the sailors. And speaking of sailors, anybody own a black Labrador retriever named Gus? If so, please come to the Coast Guard station. Gus got tangled in some rigging and has been slobbering all over the Coast Guard yeoman since his heroic rescue. "We''re going to miss the boat!" Frog wailed from the back of the van. He was buckled in the third row with Sir Puggleton the dog and two cat carriers housing Zeus, the eighteen-pound Maine coon, and Lili, the six-month-old marmalade kitten. All were yowling the low, -discontented yowls of animals resigned to their plight.
Frog''s three older brothers were crammed in the middle seats, also occasionally yowling. No one was happy. "We have time. We''ll make it," Dad said. But Eli noticed him twist his head to peer at the traffic clogging the highway. "Of course we''ll make it!" Papa boomed. He was leaning forward as he drove, as though he could plow through the traffic by sheer force of will. "We''ve never missed a ferry yet.
" "Yes we have!" Jax and Eli spoke at the same time. Eli shot a glance at his older brother and let him do the talking. Jax could be counted on to get the facts right. "Remember, Papa? When we were supposed to go for Memorial Day one year? And there was an accident on the highway? And we sat--" "We sat for FOUR HOURS," Sam interjected, pausing his mad texting and looking up briefly from his phone. "And I missed a soccer tournament that weekend. That was the worst." "Yeah, and Sir Puggleton barfed in the car," Frog added. "And we had to stay in that gross motel," Eli said, his nose wrinkling at the memory.
"Ah yes, the Mildew Inn, I think we named it. Happy family memories, eh, guys?" Dad asked. "Gentlemen, please. We are only around ten minutes from the dock. We have plenty of time. Maybe not as much time as we would have had if someone hadn''t neglected to put his suitcase in the car, requiring us to turn around and pick it up"--here Papa paused and stared pointedly at Dad--"but we still have time. Fear not." Sure enough, just as he finished speaking, Papa moved the car into the exit lane and down the ramp.
Eli knew they were close. Jax and Sam both lowered their windows and the thick, warm, salty ocean air rushed through the chill of the air-conditioned car. Sir Puggleton started barking in earnest, knowing freedom was near. Eli closed his eyes and let the smell overwhelm him as the car made the last few turns to the ferry dock. It was the smell of a working harbor, of diesel engines and fish and seagulls and fried seafood from the restaurant next to the ferry. It was the smell of August, when the Fletcher family boarded the ferry and crossed the twenty miles of Atlantic Ocean that separated the mainland from Rock Island. They were almost there. Of course, first they had to actually get on the boat.
"Frog. FROG! Please, hold someone''s hand! Don''t run ahead!" Dad called. His arms were full of tote bags and coolers, and he moved at a slow shuffle that couldn''t match Frog''s excited leaps. Papa was still in the long, snaking line, waiting to drive the car into the belly of the boat. "Jax, get your brother please," Dad ordered as Frog dodged around a startled-looking elderly couple and ran toward the gangplank. "Can''t Sam get him? I''ve got this stupid furry moron," Jax said, hefting Lili''s cat carrier, where she was caterwauling as though being tortured. "Well, I''ve got THIS furry moron," Sam retorted. His arm was straining from the weight of Zeus''s carrier.
"But fine. Just take my ball, then," he said, booting the soccer ball toward Jax and running to catch up with Frog. Jax bellowed and lurched forward to try to catch the ball before it rolled off the edge of the dock and into the water. Clearly disliking the jerky movements, Lili wailed louder. "This stupid kitten!" Jax said. He tucked the ball securely under one arm and tried to steady the swinging cat carrier. "Why won''t she just zip it?" "You upset her," Eli said. "Animals communicate very clearly without words, you know.
She''s using the language she has to tell you she''s scared." He was pulling Sir Puggleton, whose nails were scraping the gangplank in an effort to stay on solid land. Sir Puggleton loathed boats, and his preferred language seemed to be an utter refusal to move. Jax shrugged. "She''s upsetting me with these noises, but--" Suddenly Lili made a desperate gacking sound. "EW! What kind of ''secret message'' does cat gack send?" "Let''s just get on the boat, boys. We can clean everything up then." Dad looked rattled, and Eli noticed there was nobody anywhere near them on the dock.
"Frogface! Get over here now!" Sam ordered, and reluctantly, Frog turned. Sam was pretty much the only Fletcher brother who could get Frog to listen. "But I can see minnows! And crabs way down low," he said. "We can see them on the island. You don''t want to miss the ferry, do you? We can leave you behind if you want." Frog shrieked and ran to grab Sam''s hand. More or less pulled together, the Fletchers stood in line to get on the boat. Eli glanced around.
They were taking up the whole gangplank. First was Sam, who at thirteen was practically as tall as a grown-up. He was shaggy, with his summer-vacation-means-no-haircuts rule, and he looked even bigger standing next to Frog, who, even though he was six and a half, was still smaller than the other soon-to-be first-graders at his school. In the summer, Sam''s skin tanned enough that he didn''t look as pale next to Frog, but they still didn''t look like brothers. Of course, thought Eli, neither did he and Jax. Jax had shaved off his Afro at the end of the school year, deciding it was too hot for summer. But Eli''s pale skin freckled and burned, while Jax started out dark and just got darker. And Jax didn''t have glasses sliding down his sweaty nose far more than he would like.
At least Eli was still taller than Jax, although Jax liked to point out that he would always be five months older. They walked up the gangplank and the narrow metal stairs of the boat, their voices echoing and their feet clanging. Finally, finally, the Fletchers emerged way up high on the top deck, the sunlight making them squint after the darkness of the stairwell. Squeezing and shoving, they shuffled onto a group of deck chairs and dropped their bundles with a sigh. The boat picked up speed once it exited the harbor. As always, Frog covered his ears and buried his face in Papa''s lap when the loud horn sounded. Then they were finally on their way. Slowly, the mainland got smaller and smaller behind them, disappearing into the fog that was somehow dim and bright at the same time.
Salty dampness coated their skin. Papa sighed a deep, happy sigh. "Nothing in this world is as good as the moment when the Rock Island ferry leaves the dock. For over forty years I''ve been taking this ferry, and Mimi and Boppa probably took it a dozen times before that. Nothing but sand, rocks, sea, and sky at the other end." "And ice cream," Frog added. "And all the crabs and lobsters! Do you think Gar Baby will be there?" Gar Baby was his cherished hermit crab from last summer. "Crabs don''t tend to live long," Eli started to say.
"Seagulls and other predators--" "Yes indeed! Well, let''s not dwell on the carnivorous habits of seagulls right now, okay, E-man?" Papa interrupted. He cast a worried look at Frog, who had been known to sob uncontrollably when faced with nature''s harder lessons. "How about that ice cream! What flavor will you get?" "Coffee fudge, like always," Eli said decisively. The rest of the boys answered quickly. "Chocolate." "Cookie dough." "Soft-serve swirl." "I kind of wish they''d get some new flavors," Sam said.
"They''ve had the same stuff forever." He sighed. "And there''s literally no phone service anywhere." Papa gave him a look, and Sam quickly continued. "But still. I can''t wait to get there! I wonder how the surf''s been. I bet I''ll catch some sick rides this year." "And who wants new flavors anyway?" Jax asked, sounding defensive of the island.
"It''s perfect the way it is. The best ice cream, the best tide pools, the best lighthouse . Why would you want it to change?" "Hey, I call the lighthouse first!" Sam yelled, forgetting his phone for a minute. "You guys can go downstairs, but I get first climb." "No way! We can all go up. I want to see if there are any seals off the rocks and that''s the only place to see them," Eli said. "Yeah, and I want to have a water battle, upstairs versus downstairs," Jax said. "Downstairs gets the hose!" The lighthouse, with its massive striped exterior.