Paradise Cove

Ina Bareither

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If you were to ever find yourself marooned on a tropical deserted island, {like in the movie, Castaway}, in the middle of no where, with no food, fresh water or even shelter, what would you do to survive? Would you commit murder? Would you plan your revenge? Would you make a deal with God?
Lillian finds herself kidnapped and taken from her home and family, and deposited on a deserted island, at the ripe old age of five and a half. Where she meets other children who, as it turns out, were her siblings. As time goes by she plans and implements her revenge. Taking out the biggest and the fastest cargo ship, belonging to her infamous father, Pirate, Theodore Buckner. The man is notorious for his love of cruelty.

Sujets

• Tropical
• Siblings
• Handsome
• Sibling
• Tropics
• Piracy
• Peace
• Beautiful
• Murder
• Kill
• Family
• Happiness
• Per Yngve Ohlin
• Island
• Revenge
• Love
• Fiction
• Pirate
• Tropique
• Paix

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 08 juin 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665745055
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Paradise COVE




Ina Bareither







Copyright © 2023 Ina Bareither.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.



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ISBN: 978-1-6657-4506-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-4505-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023910266



Archway Publishing rev. date: 06/08/2023



CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen



CHAPTER ONE
T he warm wet sand oozed between her toes as she slowly meandered along the shoreline deliberately digging her toes deep into the soft dazzlingly white sand as she wadded along the water’s edge.
Thankfully the surge of beached jellyfish was over and done for now, she hadn’t seen any in days. They invaded the shoreline every year and she knew the huge sea turtles would come next to dig their nests in the sand and lay their eggs. It was a wonderous sight when their babies all hatched simultaneously and made their way back into the sea with the help of the brightly glowing moon.
She loved to watch them as they dug their tiny fins into the sand and dug their way up and out of the nests.
Just thinking about them put a smile on her face.
It was yet another hot sticky day without a breeze, as so many before had been here on the island.
Gazing out over the sea she wondered why they never saw ships float past, never saw any beachgoers, no one at all, only each other and the sailors. And, of course, the pirate himself.
As she walked, she rubbed her hands over her arms gently to relieve the heat from the hot sun momentarily. It felt to her as if the sun was baking her from the outside inward.
Most days she felt just like one of those big turkeys must have felt that the cook used to roast in that huge black oven back home.
Her skin was starting to feel about as leathery as those turkeys looked while in that oven too.
She wondered if she would ever see home again. She certainly didn’t recall much of it after all this time away.
Although, she did remember a few things. It was strange the things she was able to recall from her previous life.
Like the lavender scent of her mother, the beautiful gardens surrounding the house, the softness of her puppy’s fur.
Music, music she missed almost as much as she missed her mother.
Here, in this place, she seemed almost always to be alone.
Just wondering about the island on her own. Not that there was much to see, in fact, there were very few discoveries to be made here in this place in the middle of the deep blue ocean.
The other children who lived here didn’t have much to do with her most of the time. She never has figured out just why that is exactly, not that it matters all that much. Except for the fact that she was extremely lonely. Of course, she had God to chat with, thankfully. And Ryan had been a major blessing to her, but it would have been wonderful to feel like she fit in with her siblings as well. To feel that they at least liked her, even a little bit, but that has never been the case and there was nothing she could do about the way they all felt about her. You can’t make people love you or even like you. It is what it is.
She had one major question on her mind today, along with a gazillion others, but the one that bothered her the most right now, today, was: Where is Ryan? He should have made it back by now. Right?
He’d been gone far, far too long, by her estimations. Oh, but she was forever hopeful, forever believing in her heart that they all could and would eventually be rescued or find a way to escape the island and their torturous unforgivable father. She deeply believed that God would show them the way, one day.
Lily chewed her lower lip as she worried about Ryan, praying silently that he hadn’t been caught again. She knew in her heart that the pirate would dust him off this time for sure if he caught him again.
She had tried to talk him out of going, but he’d made up his mind and went on ahead with that plan of his to board that ship alone once again, and go off in search of his family, of all their families for that matter. How long should it take, exactly? Shouldn’t he have made it back with the authorities by now?
She prayed he was still alive, just as she’d done every single day since he left her here alone in the place.
He’d been very lucky the last time he’d tried to escape. The pirate had made him work for his passage back to this isolated tropical island, where their father knew the boy would probably die in the end.
Thank goodness they had been short a deck hand during that voyage or Ryan would surely be dead, just as so many children before him now were.
She loved Ryan even more for the effort he was making to help her, to help them all, and she prayed constantly that he was still alive and well.
She prayed their father hadn’t found him stowed away on his ship again and tossed him overboard as he was so inclined to do with his unwanted children. Fish bait is how he referred to them.
She had witnessed that act of not so fatherly love herself once or twice.
It was not a sight she was likely to ever forget.
She worried that Ryan was now gone forever, never to be seen again in her tiny little world where her father had deposited her at the ripe old age of six and a half.
She loved Ryan more than she had ever loved anyone, except her mother, but she had never said so, had never told him how she felt about him. Why hadn’t she? What held her back?
If she ever saw him again that is exactly what she would do.
Ryan had befriended her and taken her under his wing from the very beginning of her exile from civilization.
He’d always protected her from the bigger kids.
He had been her first and only true friend here on this God forsaken sun drenched tropical island. Here, where there was nothing, nothing but the makeshift shelter that the older kids had thrown together years ago, palm trees, sand, sun, and of course sea water.
And let’s not forget the ever-present abuse from the man who fathered them all in the first place.
Back then she had had no idea that the man sailing the biggest ship in the harbor, the man with the booming voice, the man who was The Pirate , was indeed her biological father. She was to learn that sorry fact soon enough, however. Unfortunately, there was no escaping the truth.
He had dropped her off on this island in the middle of the night with nothing. No family, no food, no more clothing than that on her back.
She had had no idea what was happening. She had known no one, least of all her father.
She had been lost in both body and mind. She simply didn’t understand.
For nearly a year she continually asked herself, why?
Why was she here?
Where was here?
Would she ever see her mother again?
Was her mother still alive?
Why had her mother made her go away with people she didn’t know?
Didn’t her mother want her any longer?
Had she stopped loving her?
They had come that evening, ringing the doorbell, saying The Captain was waiting to meet his daughter and she had been happy to go.
Stupid girl.
She was starting to forget her mother’s face and that bothered her immensely. She’d tried extremely hard to remember every detail she could, with the hope of returning to her as soon as possible.
She recalled for the ten millionth time the day her mother waited for her in the study at the end of the school day, just to tell her that she was to take a trip alone, a trip without her.
This memory played over and over in her mind for years after her arrival here on the island.
It had been a beautiful end of spring day. Summer was just around the corner, and she was very much looking forward to it. The days were growing warmer and more beautiful every day. The trees were all sprouting new leaves and the flowers were starting to bloom in the gardens.
The first-grade school year was almost done. She was to go into the second-grade next year.
Her mother sat on an embroidered stool and smiled at her as she came into the study that afternoon, “Good afternoon, Lily Angel. How was your school day, my dear child?”
Lily skidded to a stop before her mother, returned her smile she said, “Momma, I made a new friend. Her name is Carman. Isn’t that a pretty name? She is very pretty. You would like her. She has beautiful light brown eyes with thick eye lashes. I wish I had thick eye lashes too.”
“That is nice. I have something to tell you. You, my dear girl, are to take