Beach House Mysteries 4-6: A Mermaid Cozy Mystery Collection

By Victoria LK Williams

Dive into the enchanting world of Pearl Island where magic simmers beneath the surface and the sea whispers secrets of old. The *Beach House Mysteries* boxset brings together the final three adventures of Morgan Seaver, an intrepid heroine whose legacy is deeply intertwined with the mystical forces at play.

 

In "Mist Across the Sands," the holiday cheer is overshadowed by the threat of modern-day pirates, challenging Morgan to a dangerous game where trust and treachery dance in the shadows of festive lights. The safety of the island hangs in the balance, with only a long-buried promise and a chest of glittering bait standing between peace and peril.

 

"Mist from the Sea" ushers in a tempest both meteorological and mystical. An abnormal winter storm converges with the arrival of enigmatic strangers, stirring turmoil on land and in Morgan's heart. With her abode brimming with uninvited guests and the storm raging, the sea witch's ominous presence suggests a battle infused with supernatural might.

 

The series crescendos with "Mist in the Cove," where the stakes have never been higher. Morgan faces her destiny and the sea witch's wrath in a climactic showdown destined to forge the future of the entire island. Haunted by the legends and laden with revelations, Morgan's journey tests her mettle and magic against the rising tide of Cora's dark ambitions.

 

Embark on a journey through mystic dangers, where each twist and turn leads Morgan closer to her fate. The *Beach House Mysteries* boxset promises a cozy, yet thrilling escapade mingled with the supernatural — a perfect brew for those who relish a storm of suspense with their sip of sea-salted air. Can Morgan safeguard her lineage and lay rest to the storms, both within and without? Unveil the truth that lies within the heart of Pearl Island.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sun, Sand & Stories Publishing
• Release date: Mar 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224303175

Victoria LK Williams

  Cozy Mysteries with a Tropical Twist! Welcome to the charming world of Victoria LK Williams, a USA Today Best-Selling Author who crafts cozy mysteries with a delightful tropical twist. Set in the quaint corners of small town Florida, her stories are a blend of intrigue, humor, maybe a touch of romance, always accompanied by a loyal pet or two. Whether it's the enchanting adventures of her paranormal series or the inviting mysteries of her traditional cozies, Victoria's tales are your escape to a place where friendships flourish and every mystery is full of twists and turns. From her sunny Florida home, flanked by her two vigilant cats, Miss Marple and Fletch, Victoria plots her mysteries. Thes feline companions might be pondering the plot's new twist or simply enjoying the view from the desk, but they're always there for the creative process. Outside of writing, Victoria enjoys needlepoint, reading and strolls around Lake Henry, plotting the next clue with every step. With her husband of 45+ years, Victoria shares a love of gardening, their joint efforts culmination in a handbook for Florida Gardeners. Now, as retirees, the couple enjoys the quiet life, allowing Victoria endless time to weave her plots and puzzles. Dive into Victoria LK Williams' cozy universe with her series; Citrus Beach Mysteries, Beach House Mysteries, Storm Voices, Professor Higgins Investigates, Hibiscus Cove Cozies, Milo's Mysteries, Sister Station, Mrs. Avery's Adventures and the upcoming Return to Citrus Beach in 2024. Join Victoria on a journey shrouded in mystery as each story draws you into a community where secrets linger, friends await and pets are never just bystanders. Visit her website to learn more about her new and upcoming books. Be sure to drop a line; she loves to hear from her readers! www.VictoriaLKWilliams.com

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A Word From The Management

From Miss Marple and Fletch

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This is fiction. The characters, businesses, settings and events are part of our friend's vivid imagination. Yes, it takes place in the great state of Florida. That part is non-fiction. But the rest? Nope, it's all from her mind. So if you think the characters, settings or events remind you of the real thing, then that is purely coincidental.

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Mist Across the Sand

Holiday Treasures, Promises and Pirates, A Paranormal Cozy Christmas Mystery

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Contents

Chapter 1

Morgan Seaver tugged on the hem of her sweater as she shivered, not sure if it was the cold air coming off the ocean or the excitement of the approaching holidays that caused her reaction. Leaning back from her perch on the ladder and studying the wreath she had just hung, she frowned. Something was missing.

Easy there, Morgan. The last thing you need to do is fall off a ladder.

Warm hands gripped her waist to steady her, and she looked down with a smile at Gabe Holleran, who was helping her decorate the beach house.

No kidding. This is my first Christmas on Pearl Island that I can remember. I certainly don't want to spend it hobbling around on crutches. Holding her hand out to Gabe, she pointed to the box by the ladder. Would you hand me that red ribbon? I want to make a bow for the wreath, and then this window is done.

A few moments later the bow was in place and Morgan was climbing down the ladder to stand next to Gabe. He put his arm around her shoulder as they stood and looked at the handiwork they had been working on all morning. While they were admiring their work, a long-haired, tawny-colored cat was busy digging in the box of decorations. The sound of jingle bells coming from the box made Morgan look down, knowing full well what the cat was up to.

Again, Misty? These aren't toys. Get out of that box before you get in trouble, she scolded with a chuckle.

But Misty was too fast, and before Morgan could scoop her up, the cat jumped out of the box, one of the jingle bells hanging from a ribbon in her mouth. Morgan swore the cat grinned at her as she ran off, the bell jingling with her movements.

Your sneaky thief has struck again. Gabe laughed as they watched the cat disappear through the cat door and into the house.

Lately, she's not so much of a sneak. She's gotten pretty brazen with her thefts. And she has a new hiding spot that I haven't discovered yet, so who knows what I will find?

She has a track record of hiding and discovering things that are important, Gabe said. I say let her have some fun for now. What do we need to tackle next on that decorating list of yours?

Morgan pulled a sheet of paper from her back pocket containing her Christmas to-do list and grabbed a pen out of the box to check off a few items. She was pleased to see they had completed more than half of the tasks. Tapping on the paper with her pen, she showed Gabe the next item on the list.

Putting up the lights in the palms will have to wait until Ben checks to make sure I have the proper electrical outlets. We can do the roof line at the same time. Then the outside will be done. Except the widow's walk. I'm not sure what I want to do up there, but it has to be special.

Then we're done for the day? Gabe asked.

Not even close. I said that was it for the outside. We still have the whole inside of the house to do. She grabbed Gabe's arm with one hand when he pretended to back away, wagging her finger in warning with the other hand as she gave him a stern look. You don't get off that easily, mister. Besides, Ben will be here in a couple hours with the Christmas tree and fresh strings of lights. If you don't want to help me in the house, you can help Ben.

You know, Morgan, I would swear you've never celebrated Christmas before, Gabe teased, but stopped at the look of sadness that Morgan tried to hide.

Actually, this is my first big celebration. I never returned to the island for Christmas. My aunt would always pick me up from boarding school, and we would go somewhere wonderful to enjoy the holidays. But I never had a home to come to for all the excitement of the holidays. Morgan shook her head, as if to rid herself of the sad thoughts, and looked up at Gabe, knowing he understood.

But before he could answer, a voice spoke from behind them.

I always regretted not having you home for Christmas, but I made a promise to your mother. I hope our holidays together weren't too lonesome for you, Morgan.

The two turned together and faced the shimmering form of Meredith Seaver, Morgan's aunt. Morgan's dead aunt.

I loved our time together, Aunt Meredith. You made sure my Christmases were always wonderful. I wasn't complaining, honest.

Meredith shimmered a bit brighter, her form becoming more visible. She nodded in understanding and gave Gabe a soft smile at the same time. It had been almost six months since her murder, a murder they had blamed Morgan for, and she was becoming used to her aunt’s ghostly form. Only lately, Meredith had showed up on Pearl Island visible to others other than Morgan. Meredith was careful not to be seen by many, but she considered Gabe family and didn't shy away from seeking out her niece if he was around. Morgan knew that her aunt had visited a few places away from the beach house, such as the lighthouse, and had made herself known to her best friend, Winnie Colbright, who ran the Maritime Museum.

When I summoned you home, I had looked forward to our celebrating the holidays for the first time on the island. I used to love decorating the beach house with your mother and grandparents when I was a child. I had hoped we would decorate together this year. If the ghost could have cried, Morgan was sure her eyes would have been full of tears.

And we will. It will just have to been done differently than you planned. Morgan smiled at her aunt, willing her to cheer up. You will have the role of supervisor. And you can tell me the history behind all of those lovely ornaments I found inside the house.

Meredith shared a smile with her niece. It might not be how they wanted to share their first Christmas on Pearl Island, but they would make do. Then she gave a laugh that held a touch of mischief in it.

Do you mean the ornaments on the tables inside? The same ornaments in easy reach of that cat of yours?

Instantly, Morgan knew what her aunt meant, and with a yell for the cat, ran for the front door, not waiting to see if the others would follow. There was too much temptation for Misty lying around within easy reach, and Morgan hoped the kitten had been content with the jingle bell she had run off with. Not that she believed the cat would ignore the glittery ornaments laying in their boxes, but she could hope.

Chapter 2

Morgan led the way into the living room where she had the Christmas decorations laid out for inspection, Gabe close behind her. He was so close that when Morgan came to a dead stop at the sight in front of her, Gabe plowed into her, grabbing her shoulders to keep her from losing her balance. Together, the two of them looked at the sight in front of them and burst out laughing.

How could she possibly create this much disarray in such a short time? Gabe asked with a shake of his head.

Because she's a master. Look, not one ornament is broken, Morgan answered, stepping to the table to inspect the mess.

True, but I don't think there is any ribbon left on the bolts, either.

Morgan was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Picking up an end of 1/4-inch plaid ribbon, she rolled it back up on the empty plastic cylinder.

I'd better help, or you'll be at this all day, Gabe said as he grabbed an end of red velvet. Before he wound the ribbon, he pointed toward the staircase. At least we know what direction she went -She must have had a couple of ribbons in her mouth as she ran.

Morgan looked to where he was pointing and saw ribbon draped along the stairs. Glancing behind her to say something to Meredith, she discovered her aunt had disappeared as silently as she had arrived. Morgan had gotten used to Meredith's comings and goings. She never asked where her aunt's spirit wandered off to, but she knew Meredith would reappear in her own good time. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she wound the assorted ribbons back on their bolts, calling out warnings to the cat as she did so. It didn't take long to finish, and Misty had wisely stayed hidden. Gabe noticed Meredith's absence and looked around for his old friend.

She's gone again. I don't think she even followed us into the house. Probably knew what kind of trouble Misty had created, Morgan said when she noticed him looking for her aunt.

She'll be back. I know how much she was looking forward to your first Christmas together on the island. She'll still want to be part of it. In the meantime, all this decorating has given me an appetite. How about I treat for coffee and donuts at the pastry shop? We have time before Ben shows up. What do you say?

Have I ever said no? Let me grab the key to the golf cart and then we can go.

Morgan didn't wait for his answer. She raced to the kitchen where the key hung on a cup hook by the back door. Her car keys were there too, but they rarely got used. Golf carts and bicycles were the primary modes of transportation on Pearl Island, and she had adjusted to the slower pace of island life when she returned. And except for the murders and crime she had found herself involved in, life was peaceful. Unless a certain sea witch made her presence known.

THEIR ARRIVAL AT THE island pastry shop was perfectly timed. They had missed the early morning crowd who always grabbed a cup of coffee before heading to the ferry to go to the mainland.  Gabe held the door open for Morgan and following behind, he repeated the good morning greeting from the owner of the shop.

Good morning. How about two cups of coffee and a breakfast sandwich for each of us? Gabe added to his greeting as the smell of fresh-baked bread and bacon reached his nose.

Sure thing, just grab any table. The short-haired woman waved toward the empty tables and then added, Hey, Morgan, I've got a new blend of coffee. You want to try it?

Morgan answered with an eager nod. She loved the blends the owner came up with and knew she had been experimenting with some holiday coffee. The anticipating taste of cinnamon was already making her mouth water. The other patrons of the shop greeted the two as they made their way to a table by the window looking out on to the main street. Their waitress wasn't too far behind them with a cup of coffee for each, promising their sandwiches wouldn't be too long.

Morgan took her first swallow of coffee, almost scalding her mouth. There was the taste of cinnamon and something else she couldn't identify. She knew better than to ask Kayle what the ingredient might be because the woman rarely revealed the ingredients in her special blends. With a sigh of contentment, Morgan leaned back in her chair, the cup of coffee warming her hands. The winter wind had a bite to it, and Morgan, having gotten used to the heat of the summer, had been unprepared for the jarring drop in temperatures. This was the first cold spell of the season. It was a welcome change to most, because it was sure to put shoppers and residents in the holiday mood.

Gabe was silent, enjoying his coffee as he waited for their food. It was a comfortable silence, the type shared between good friends. There was no reason for idle chatter; the two were so close, they were often thinking the same thing, and sometimes finished each other’s sentences.  Their friendship was based on more than two people who got along well. They based it on legends and decrees that had bound their families together for generations.

Here you go, Kayla called out as she placed the hot plates in front of them. She didn't stop to talk. Another customer was calling for a coffee refill.

Mm-mm, this smells delicious. Morgan breathed in deeply.

Gabe didn't answer, handing her the pepper shaker without being asked. In return, she passed him the ketchup she knew he would dose his home fries with. After doctoring the food to their preference, they grinned at each other and took their first bites.

There was silence at the table for the next few minutes while they enjoyed their breakfast. Once their initial hunger was satisfied, they relaxed and continued their conversation from earlier.

Are you ready for the Christmas Eve concert?

Yes, I have four of my most promising students accompanying me this year. It's nice to share the limelight with such raw talent. I'm hoping the experience will encourage them, Gabe answered before taking another bite.

I'm sure it will go well; I've heard them practice with you. But I have to be honest, I'm looking forward to hearing your violin. I don't know if you realize it, but you play differently when you're in front of an audience then when you're just playing for fun with the rest of us, Morgan said, referring to Gabe's position as a concert violinist. He had done tours all over the world but loved being on the island most. Often, he and Morgan would sit on their favorite rock down on the beach, creating music. She would play her small recorder while he played his violin. Some songs were easily recognized, while others were songs that spoke to Morgan's soul. Songs from her childhood, or songs that told of her heritage.

Yeah, whether I play differently, this is my favorite type of concert. Small town, friendly, and with the promise of talent coming for others to find. Gabe paused until Morgan had swallowed her coffee before he turned the conversation toward her work. Did you get that large order of Christmas books done for your client?

Yes, and I think she will be pleased with them. They turned out better than I had hoped. When the shipment arrived, they were so damaged I wasn't sure I could repair the covers back to their original state. But thankfully I was able to find the right materials, and they turned out fantastic.

Morgan restored antique books for both private collectors and museums. Over her lifetime, she had built up a reputation for excellent work. But it never felt like work to Morgan; it was more a labor of love. She was of the firm belief that books were meant to be shared and enjoyed, and if she could restore an old book to its former glory, then she felt she had accomplished something wonderful. Like the books she was just finishing. They were a collection of Christmas stories that had been in a family's library for years. It was only recently that they had discovered them, and the grandchildren had gathered them all and sent them to Morgan to be restored in time for Christmas, when they could present them to their grandmother. Morgan could think of no finer Christmas present, and she took pride in being able to accomplish the task.

How does it feel to be doing all your work from the beach house rather than traveling to the customers?

It feels right, Morgan said. I don't know how else to explain it. All those years I was traveling, it seemed like I was always moving toward one destination: Pearl Island. And now that I'm here, I feel a sense of contentment and homecoming. With today's technology, it’s easy to work from home; there's no reason I need to travel. Oh, I'm sure I will for those special assignments, but it's working out pretty well. If I could keep Misty from stealing my tools, it would be a little easier.

They shared a laugh as each remembered some of the antics the kitten had gotten into since she had come into Morgan's life, appearing out of the mist on her first night on Pearl Island. The kitten always seemed to be by Morgan in times of trouble, and more than once had warned Morgan of danger approaching.

Their conversation was interrupted as the pastry shop door opened and a lively group entered, calling out greetings to everyone. An older couple were in the company of three rambunctious children who were talking a mile a minute. Gabe and Morgan raised their hand in greeting, but the children were too busy racing to the display window of pastries to pay any attention. Dr. Wright and his wife returned their wave, but they focused their attention on the children, making sure they didn't get carried away with their order.

The couple was as different as night and day, but they were also a completion of each other. Dr. Wright was tall and skinny, quiet, and reserved. His wife was short and stout, with a love of gossip, and a heart of gold.

The children with them could have passed for the three musketeers; they were inseparable. Two girls and one boy who had forged a special friendship over the summer months. Sam was a typical eight-year-old boy. With windblown hair and a mischievous smile, he was the trickster of the three. Grace, a chubby redhead with a mass of freckles across her nose, was the quiet one of the group. She was the peacemaker who kept the strong personalities of the other two in check. And finally, there was Cordelia, the newest member of the group, recently adopted by the Wrights.

Where the other two children had grown up on the island, Cordelia had just arrived. But she knew more about Pearl Island and its legends than anyone Morgan had ever met. Morgan watched the children pick out their favorite pastries, smiling at their decision-making tactics. It appeared they each had a favorite, and she wasn't surprised when they ordered and asked Kayla to cut each order into thirds. The children were wonderful about sharing.

When Cordelia reached up to grab her order,  Morgan noticed something different about the children. They weren't dressed in their normal beach clothes. Instead, they each wore a part of a pirate costume. Whether it was one costume they had divided between the three of them, or they'd each picked out their favorite piece, it was hard to tell. Sam was sporting a buccaneer’s hat pushed back rakishly on his head. Grace, of all things, had a pirate's patch over her eye, and she looked adorable. And Cordelia had attached to the belt on her side a plastic sword, perfect for making someone walk the plank.

Chapter 3

Atapping on the windowpane next to their table diverted Morgan’s attention from the children and their amusing attire. Turning in her seat to look out the window, she saw two police officers waving back at her.

Jenny Colbright grinned through the glass, looking casual, even in her uniform. The senior of the two officers, Jenny was also an island native, used to the laid-back pace of living on Pearl Island. In deference to the chilly wind, an old-fashioned fisherman’s sweater covered the top half of her uniform. Next to her stood Nate Hastings, new to the island, her partner. Nate was still new enough that he had a hard time appearing causal, even off duty, and he was clothed in full uniform, including a jacket with the emblem of the island police department. As Morgan waved back, she wondered where he had found the jacket. She didn’t remember it hanging in their small office adjoining the post office.

Gabe turned to see who she was waving to, and a smile broke out across his face as he saw the two. Taking that as an invitation, Jenny pulled on Nate’s elbow, leading the way into the pastry shop. They moved as a unit across the shop to join Morgan and Gabe, responding to the greetings tossed their way from the other patrons. As they pulled out chairs to sit, Kayla approached from the other direction, two steaming cups of coffee in hand.

Good morning, Jenny, Nate. Mind, this is hot, she warned, placing the coffee cups on the table, holding a carafe of fresh coffee in the other hand. Do you want anything to eat with your coffee?

Jenny thanked her and declined the offer of food, but Nate was eying Gabe’s plate, and his growling stomach answered for him.

Right. One breakfast sandwich coming right up, Nate. Kayla answered her own question with a chuckle. Can I get anyone anything else?

Just top off our coffee, Kayle. That would be great. Morgan answered for her and Gabe, shooting him a look that warned they didn’t need seconds. With a shrug, Gabe grinned and held up his cup for a refill. While they waited for Nate’s sandwich to arrive, they caught up with each other.

Morgan wasn’t at all surprised to look up and find Cordelia silently staring at her. The young girl had a habit of doing this, at least with Morgan.

Giving the pretty girl with ringlets her attention, Morgan smiled and said, Good morning, Cordelia. Are you getting excited about Christmas?

Cordelia lost her serious look, grinning back at Morgan, her excitement clear. As she grinned, Morgan had to hide her own smile. It seemed the tooth fairy had beat Santa Claus to the island this year. Cordelia had lost her left incisor, and the gap in her smile was endearing. By now, Sam and Grace had joined their friend, and the chatter about the holidays took over the conversation. Then, when the children stopped to catch their breath, Nate pointed to their clothing accessories.

What’s with all the pirate gear? Shouldn’t you be dressing up as elves at this time of year?

The others stared at him. They’d forgotten he wasn’t a native to the island and didn’t know the special story for the season. Morgan knew the story, even if she had forgotten most of the details; she hadn’t been to the island for the holidays since she was Cordelia’s age.

It was the little girl who responded first, shaking her head in displeasure as she did. Seriously? Everyone knows about the pirates and Christmas. Cordelia was like a walking reference book on all things pertaining to the history of Pearl Island, often sounding condescending to anyone else who might not share her knowledge.

Giving him an exasperated sigh, Cordelia walked over to stand next to Nate, ready to give him his history lesson.

The adults exchanged looks with each other and waited to see how he would respond to the little-miss-know-it-all.

But I don’t. Maybe you should tell me, Nate said with a serious tone as he looked the girl straight in the eye, not sounding at all patronizing.

It all happened many, many years ago. Back when real pirates roamed the sea. Cordelia leaned against the table, getting serious as she began the tale. "It was a time when the kings sent their ships to gather vast treasures from far-away countries to return to the homeland. Or sometimes they would send the ships to bring splendid gifts to other kingdoms. That’s what happened in this story. The Rose was a mighty ship, the finest the king had. And it was full of treasures to be delivered to the kingdom of the princess he was to marry."

Sam and Grace were now also leaning against the table, listening intently. Even though the kids knew the story by heart, Cordelia's voice captivated them. The girl was a natural-born storyteller. The adults also gave her all their attention.

"But as mighty as The Rose was, there was a powerful ship following her. It was a pirate ship. And there was a huge storm heading their way, too. The Rose was no match for either and they captured her crew, stole the treasure, and then sank The Rose."

Cordelia paused and looked around to make sure everyone was paying attention before she continued. "But The Rose was also being watched by a beautiful mermaid. The mermaid was mad about the sinking of the ship and felt bad for the crew. So, she struck a deal with the pirate captain. Since it was Christmas Eve, she asked the captain to be kind and let the hostages go. The mermaid got her deal with the pirate. Because it was Christmas, he released them into a rowboat and left them behind, sure they would die at sea. But the mermaid was smarter than the pirate, and she called to the ocean’s dolphins. Together she and the dolphins guided the boat to shore."

Pausing for effect, Cordelia pointed a finger at Nate. And guess where they landed? Right here on Pearl Island.

The others gave Cordelia a round of applause for a story well told, and then Jenny continued.

That’s why there is a big celebration during the holidays and everyone around here gets a bit pirate crazy. We have a party for the kids in honor of the rescued crew and the mermaid.

Cordelia, are you bothering the adults? Dr. Wright's amused voice sounded from behind his adopted granddaughter, and everyone hastened to assure him the kids were not a bother.

Well, it’s time we leave, anyway. Come on you three, say goodbye, added Mrs. Wright, gathering the three kids around her like a mother hen. A few minutes later they  left, and Jenny and Nate were on their feet, pushing the chairs back in place.

Yeah, we need to leave too, Jenny said.

Morgan finished the last of her coffee. We do too, Gabe. Ben will be at the beach house soon. And there is still lots more decorating to do.

What do you have Ben roped into doing this time? Jenny asked.

Nothing. Yet, Morgan answered with a devilish grin.

Poor Ben... said Nate.

Poor Ben? It’s more like poor Gabe, Gabe said in a stage whisper that everyone could hear.

Chapter 4

Morgan and Gabe arrived at the beach house at the same time Ben and Kathy Colbright did, coming from the opposite direction. The two newcomers had their surfboards strapped to the back of the golf cart they were driving. It didn't take much to figure out they had just come from surfing. Ben's hair was still damp, and Kathy had thrown a loose-fitting sundress over her bathing suit, the straps showing her bathing suit straps tied around her neck. Her long dark hair was drying in a wild mass of curls, giving her the Gypsy look her grandmother always said she had.

How are the waves this morning? Gabe called out in a way of greeting.

Average, answered Ben at the same time as Kathy responded, Perfect for Nate's first surfing lesson. You should join us, Gabe; we're meeting him after lunch.

Morgan didn't take offense at not being included in the invitation. They all knew they would never get her on a surfboard. Morgan had a deep-seated fear of the ocean. It was almost as strong as her desire to be near the ocean; a contrast in her personality that she could never figure out. At least not until lately.

Are you here to help, Kathy? Morgan addressed her friend with a smile.

You bet. I've been dying to see this old house decorated for Christmas. Meredith never did more than put a wreath on the front door. And it has so much potential. You've got a good start here; I like what you and Gabe have gotten accomplished.

I'm glad we meet with your approval, Morgan joked.

Rather than take offense at Morgan's comment, Kathy linked arms with her friend, waving her hands toward the second-floor balcony. What are your plans for the upper floors? Kathy asked.

Before you two get carried away, why don't you show me where you want the electrical outlets installed, and Gabe in I can get to work on that, Ben said to Morgan. Oh, I arranged for the delivery of two Christmas trees, not one. They should be here in about an hour.

What am I going to do with two trees? Morgan asked.

Kathy looked a little embarrassed before she answered, Oh, that's my decision. I was at the tree stand when Ben showed up and he told me what he was doing. I hope you don't mind. But the widow's walk just calls for a Christmas tree up there, don't you think?

Morgan was silent for a moment and then she grinned at her friend with a nod. That's perfect. I had no idea what I wanted to do up there. I just knew it had to be special, and what could be more special than a Christmas tree?

Come on, let's go inside. We can leave the guys out here to string up all those lights we brought. Kathy clapped her hands like a small child, happy her suggestion was met with approval.

Morgan laughed at her friend and showed the guys where she thought she wanted to hang the Christmas lights. Then, leaving them to their chore, she joined her friend who stood at the top of the stairs waiting for her and together they enter the beach house. From the doorway, Kathy could see the pile of ornaments spread out across the dining room table. Delighted, she hurried over to inspect the old-fashioned ornaments. Morgan moved a few steps behind her, looking around to see where Misty was and if she had gotten into any trouble during her absence. It took a moment, but she finally spied the kitten curled up on the Christmas tree skirt and a pile of stockings, each embroidered with a different Christmas scene. When Morgan discovered them, she had a brief memory of sitting by her mother and aunt as a child while they embroidered. Or rather her aunt embroidered, while her mother read her stories. Many of the stories were ones she’d made up herself.

These ornaments are beautiful, Morgan. You have a treasure here.

Morgan walked over to stand next to her friend, picking up an ornament as she did. Kathy Colbright was Jenny's younger sister, and they’d become good friends with Morgan.  Just as Gabe was tied to Morgan by an ancestor’s decree, so were the Colbrights.

So, where do you want to start? Kathy asked.

There is so much here to work with. I guess let's start in the living room. And even when the tree comes, I want to leave that for last.

That's where I'd start, too. Here, grab hold of this garland, and we'll start with the mantle over the fireplace. Kathy handed Morgan a piece of the silk greenery and whistled when she saw how much there was.

It looks like we've got enough to do the stairway railings, as well, Morgan said, reading Kathy's mind.

And then some! Come on. Once we get this in place, then we can decorate it. You know, we really should have Santa hats on to do this. Jenny and I always do when we help Gram decorate our house and the Maritime Museum.

Morgan laughed out loud at the picture in her mind of the three Colbrights wearing Santa hats as they decorated for the holidays. It wasn't a bad idea, but she hadn't run across any hats when she was digging through the boxes of decorations. Maybe she would have to buy some of her own decorations, a start for her own traditions. And the first new tradition was including her good friends as she prepared the house for the holidays. But there was one thing she could do to help with the holiday mood now. Grabbing her phone, she switched it to music and found a playlist she had created of lively Christmas tunes. Her phone connected to the sound system Ben had installed for her and Christmas music filled the Seaver beach house once again.

The two women worked for several hours, singing along to the music, and bringing the joy of Christmas into Morgan's home. When finished, the mantle looked wonderful, draped with the decorated garland, and so was the stairway. They finished laying out a beautiful handmade wooden nativity scene and struggled to move one of the large wood side tables, placing it so it was the first thing you saw as you walked in the front door. Morgan remembered her aunt telling her about the nativity set long ago. It had been in the family for years, carved by one of her ancestors, and Morgan felt it should have a place of honor.

You know what, Kathy? I think this is a good place to stop. We don't have to do it all in one day, do we? Morgan asked as they admired their work.

No. Besides, we need to save some of our creativeness for the Community Center. Remember, we're supposed to go help decorate for the party.

I haven't forgotten, answered Morgan. In fact, your grandmother called me this morning to remind me. I think it's been awfully quiet outside. Maybe we ought to go check and see how the guys are doing?

Agreeing, Kathy led the way to the front door. As they came out onto the porch, they saw the guys had all the lights up, and that they had delivered the two trees while the women were inside.

Perfect timing, you two, we were just coming to get you. We need to get these trees inside and in fresh water. We've already made a fresh cut on the trunk, but it's not doing the trees any good sitting out here, Ben said as he greeted them.

Morgan’s eyes became huge as she saw the size of the trees in front of her. She hoped she would have enough ornaments to decorate them. Kathy and Ben had picked out beautiful specimens, and she couldn't wait to see them inside.

It took all four of them struggling to get the first tree into the house. They started with the largest one, and Morgan pointed to the corner where she wanted it in the living room, right next to her favorite chair in front of a large window that overlooked the ocean.

The commotion of getting the tree into the room woke Misty up with a start. Jumping up from her nest of stockings, she raced up the stairs, stopping to stand at the halfway mark. Looking down the stairs, she watched their proceedings as if giving judgment. She wisely didn't impede their movements; whether they intimidated her by the size of the tree or because she was just one smart cat, Morgan didn't know.

They had to move a few pieces of furniture out of the way because of the tree's size. But once it was in place, it looked perfect and it thrilled Morgan.

Okay, one down and one to go. Where do you want the second tree, Morgan? asked Ben.

Morgan almost felt guilty as she got ready to answer him. The first tree had been a bit of a struggle, but the next tree would have to go up two flights of stairs.

Gabe seemed to read her mind and gave a fake groan, nudging Ben in the ribs.

I sure hope you ate your Wheaties this morning. He laughed. I have a feeling she's telling us this tree is going upstairs.

Ben groaned out loud, but he wasn't serious. Morgan had mentioned wanting to decorate the widow's walk a week ago, so he was prepared for it.

Would you guys mind terribly? Please? I think Kathy’s suggestion of the widow's walk would be special since so many people will be able to see it. Having a Christmas tree up there will be perfect. Morgan batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly, clasping her hands under her chin like a damsel in distress, pleading. Her actions got a laugh, and the guys grabbed the smaller tree. Kathy picked up the tree stand, and the four of them started up the stairs like a little marching band with Misty leading the way, knowing they were heading to the widow's walk.

It didn't take long to put the tree in its location where it could be seen from all points, but still close enough to the building to provide protection from the wind that would come off the ocean.

Ben and Gabe were down on their knees screwing in the bolts of the tree stand to the trunk of the tree. Kathy and Morgan walked over to the rail and looked out over the ocean. The breeze felt colder up here, and Morgan gave a shiver. Kathy didn't seem bothered by the wind, and she raised her arm, pointing toward the ocean. Morgan followed the direction of her pointing finger, curious what was going on out at sea.

That seems like an awful lot of activity in one area, doesn't it? she asked.

I think so, Kathy said. The boats have moved. They were on the other side of the island earlier. Ben and I noticed a lot of ships, especially Coast Guard ships, when we were surfing this morning.

Gabe and Ben got to their feet and walked over to find out what the women were looking at.

Ben whistled when he saw the activity. Wow, that looks even more intense than it did this morning, doesn't it, Kathy?

Yes. I hope nothing serious has happened. I'd hate to think somebody is injured.

They silently watched the activity offshore, each of them well aware that if the Coast Guard had such a large number in the area, then something serious was going on.

Morgan felt Kathy jump and turned to see what was going on. With a sheepish grin, Kathy pulled her phone from her pocket and read the text message she had just received.

That was from Gram. Sorry guys, but I'm going to have to take off. She has a list of things she needs me to pick up for the decorating at the Community Center. I'll meet the rest of you over there in a couple of hours. How does that sound?

The others agreed, and Ben said he also had to leave. He walked down the stairs with Kathy, letting themselves out the door, while Gabe and Morgan stood looking out over the ocean.

You don't think this is a bad omen, do you? Morgan whispered.

Gabe knew what Morgan was referring to. Don’t assume every time it looks like something is about to happen that Cora is behind it. You'll drive yourself nuts.

Cora was a common enemy they had both been fighting since Morgan’s return to Pearl Island. An enemy that a few months ago Morgan didn't think even existed in the real world. But Cora did, and she had a vengeance against the Seaver family. And it was the Holleran family who was decreed to protect the Seavers, so Cora's presence affected both of them.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The noise level went up several notches when Morgan opened the door to the island’s Community Center. Stepping inside, she had to dodge a roll of crepe paper, tossed to someone near the door. As she looked around, she could feel the excitement. A tree was being decorated by both children and adults by the stage. Others were busy setting up long tables for food, as well as round tables and chairs to eat at. Snowflakes hung from the ceiling at random levels, and Christmas music struggled to be heard over the voices shouting directions.

Morgan waved to several people as she crossed the room. She wouldn't be working inside. Her assignment was through another set of doors to the play area outside the center. Winnie Colbright was organized and specific where people were to work. She had kept the inside for the smaller children and adults who weren't used to the activity. Outside, where Morgan was heading, was where the hard work would be done.

About time you showed up, lazybones. We've got most of the work done, a voice called out to Morgan.

With a smile, Morgan waved as she crossed over to the play yard to hug Winnie and get her directions. You don't expect me to believe that, do you? Besides, I'm here right when you told me to be. Now, put me to work. What am I supposed to do first?

Winnie returned the hug and then bent down to pick up a box, which she handed off to Morgan. The older woman may have appeared frail, but she was a force to be reckoned with. She organized and directed the surrounding activities with the discipline of a drill sergeant.

You’re with the group finishing the pirate ship. She directed Morgan with a nod toward a large, wooden replica of an old ship.

Wow, that's pretty impressive.

Yes, it is, Winnie answered with pride. It was built a couple of decades ago and each year we improve on it. This year we have a new pirate’s flag. The kids don't care how authentic it is. They just want to have fun; that’s why we've made sure that the ship is easily and safely accessible to kids of all ages. They can climb on it, they can slide on it; it's theirs to play with. We leave it up for the holidays and then it comes down after the first of the year. She was silent for a moment. I can remember your mother and Meredith and I used to love to play on the ship when it came out for Christmas. Winnie smiled at the memory and then chuckled. I was always a pirate.

Now why doesn't that surprise me?

Go on, the work won’t get done if you're just standing around. With a wave of her hand, Winnie dismissed Morgan and set off with her clipboard to check on the next item on her list.

Morgan looked around and saw Kathy and Jenny waving to her from the ship. Shifting the box in her hands, she headed in their direction. Her two friends were directing a group of kids of mixed ages and she joined in.

Where are Gabe, Ben, and Nate? Shouldn't they be here too? Morgan asked as she looked around, realizing the men were missing.

They were here late last night putting the ship together, so Winnie gave them a few hours reprieve. They’re giving Nate his first surfing lesson, Jenny said, exchanging a laugh with her sister. Seeing Morgan's puzzled look, she hastened to explain. Nate thinks surfing will be a breeze. Gabe and Ben make it look that way, but it's a lot of hard work and takes tons of practice. He will be one tired puppy when they’re through with his first lesson.

Morgan shared their laugh and then grabbed a bundle of shiny garland to help a teenager attach it to the mast of the ship. They worked steadily, allowing the kids to choose where most of the decorations were to be placed. After all, it was for their party. Occasionally, an adult from inside would wander out to check on the progress, assuring their children how wonderful it all looked.

A few hours later Gabe and Ben appeared with Nate dragging behind them. The poor guy looked exhausted, and Morgan hid her grin. But Jenny wasn't about to lose the opportunity to tease her partner.

Hey guys, how did Nate do? she called and added before they could answer, Nate, are you now the master of the waves?

Nate glared at her. But it was in fun. The others joined in the teasing, and then Kathy noticed a fourth man with them. Hey, Ben, who's your friend?

Sorry about that. Everyone, this is Randolph Edwards. He's a surfing buddy of mine, Ben said, making the introductions.

Morgan watched Kathy eye the newcomer, but she made no attempts to welcome him, something she always did. Morgan wondered about her standoffish behavior. It wasn't like her friend.

Jenny seemed to notice, as well, and jumped in to ask a few questions. Hi, Randolph. Welcome to Pearl Island. On vacation?

Randolph laughed, amused at her question.  No, I'm not staying here. I just came over to see Ben and check out the waves he's always bragging about.  He's right, there are a few brilliant spots on the other side of the island.

Really? You came all the way over here to surf? Kathy asked.

Well, that, and to catch up with Ben. I'm down here for the surfing contest being held next week in Sebastian. I thought I'd get used to this coast for a bit before the contest starts.

The island's wave pattern is pretty close to that of Sebastian, so it's a perfect place to get a feel for it, Ben jumped in, adding to Randolph's explanation.

Before they could say anything more, Winnie blew the whistle she wore around her neck to get everyone’s attention.

Jenny grimaced at the sound. Whoever gave my grandmother that whistle will regret it, she said as Winnie blew it for a second time.

Kathy rolled her eyes and Morgan laughed.

Now that Winnie had everyone's attention, she called out for them to all come forward for a snack and drink, and to settle down at the picnic tables. Once everyone was seated, she walked to the center of the group and cleared her throat.

You're going to love this part, Morgan, Jenny whispered to her friend. This is how Gram gets the kids all excited about tomorrow’s activities. She goes through it every year.

Morgan glanced around at the faces of the children and thought they were already in a pretty high state of excitement. Then she noticed it wasn't just the kids who were paying close attention to the older woman; it was the adults, too.

If Winnie did this every year, wouldn't they know what’s coming and not pay attention? she wondered.

But when Winnie spoke, she found herself caught up in the words, just like those around her.

"Now, all of us know the story of how the crew of the ship, The Rose, was saved on Christmas by the beautiful mermaid, Keyna, right?"

Morgan's gasp was lost in the resounding response of yes the listeners gave Winnie. She had no idea the mermaid of the Seaver legend was the savior of the ship’s crew. Gabe reached over and took her hand, squeezing it in reassurance. As she gave him a questioning look, she felt the bench shift slightly and looked to her other side to find Cordelia had sat down next to her. The child was leaning forward, eager to hear what Winnie would say. It seemed there were two of them who didn't know this part of Keyna's story.

Keyna loved Pearl Island, and she spent much time here, even when she was your age. Winnie grinned at the kids’ response and continued to tell her story. She had shifted her glance around the room and now seemed to focus on Morgan.

Keyna saved those people so long ago, and she has helped our island out many times in our past. But there is another mermaid who lived off our shores. And she wasn't as nice as Keyna. Her name was Cora, and she was Keyna's cousin. Like a well-rehearsed play, there were instant boos from the children when Cora's name was said. Most of the island children knew of Cora's dark deeds, at least through legends. None of them had ever faced the dark mermaid as Morgan had.

Once the boos died down, Winnie continued her story.

"On the night Keyna saved the crew of The Rose, Cora was also out in the storm, watching the ships. But she made no attempt to help those in need. Instead, she waited. She waited until the pirate’s ship was in peril of being caught in the storm. And that's when she called the pirate captain. Do you think she offered her help?"

A loud cry of no echoed from her listeners. They were getting caught up in the story.

"But you’re wrong! Cora offered to help, but at a price. You see, Cora had watched the pirates steal the treasure from The Rose and she wanted it for herself. Cora loved shiny things, especially jewelry with precious jewels and gems. She offered the pirate captain a deal."

Winnie stopped her narrative, making sure she had the attention of everyone. Morgan glanced over at Cordelia to find the girl leaning so far forward, not wanting to miss a word, that she was almost falling off the bench. When she looked back at Winnie, the older woman continued the story.

Cora's deal was for the captain to throw the treasure chest he had stolen overboard. Then she would lead the ship away from the storm and to safety. After arguing with Cora, the captain finally did what the mermaid asked. But when the chest went into the sea, Cora disappeared after it. Had she tricked the pirate?

This time, some children called out yes and others no to Winnie's question. She waggled her finger at the children before she answered.

"Don't you remember? A mermaid can never