I wasn’t sure if I was ticked off by the fact that Kent had the opportunity to get tight with her, or relieved that I didn’t have to give her sympathy for being in the exact same mess that I was in.
“Got it,” Dad said when he saw the tense scene. “It can wait.”
We headed home in time to see another live message delivered on TV, again from Captain Granger. He sat at a desk, behind which was a big SYLO logo.
“What exactly is SYLO?” I asked Mom and Dad.
Both shrugged. They didn’t know either.
I added, “I Googled it but didn’t find anything to do with the military.”
“Good afternoon,” Granger began.
He tried to smile, but it looked painful. It was like somebody had told him he had to lighten up or he’d intimidate the natives, but it was so forced that it came out more as a sneer.
“As some of you may have observed, the team from the Centers for Disease Control has arrived. They are now hard at work and I assure you that they will do everything in their power to isolate and neutralize the alleged agent as quickly as possible. I urge you to cooperate with any request they may make so that they can do their work quickly and efficiently.”
“I’ll give him that,” I said. “They definitely looked efficient.”
Granger continued, “I observed today that most of you chose to stay in your homes. While that is certainly your choice, I urge you to carry on with your lives as normally as possible. There is no health risk in going about your daily activities. That is, of course, unless your daily activities include taking your boat for a sail.” He smiled as if this was a clever joke but it came across more like an evil scientist who got his jollies by delivering veiled threats. I half expected him to let out a “Muhahahahaha!”
He quickly dropped the smile and lowered his voice an octave. “As we have made abundantly clear, until the quarantine is lifted, there will be no leaving the island. I trust that today’s unfortunate incident was an aberration and will not be repeated. There will be no exceptions. As soon as there is more information to share, it will be. Good night.”
The screen went black and a few seconds later it returned to the football game.
The three of us stared at the TV for a moment, letting Granger’s words sink in.
“What incident?” I asked, the first to say what we were all thinking.
“I don’t know,” Dad answered.
“Whatever it was didn’t sound good,” Mom added.
We stared at the game, though the action meant nothing to me. It felt odd that the rest of the world could be turning normally when our boring little corner of the universe had been turned upside down.
+ + +
I didn’t want to go to school the next day but couldn’t come up with any good reason not to. Dad had left for work early and sitting home fretting with Mom wasn’t appealing, so I sucked it up and headed out the door.
I had to walk past Main Street to get to the high school and saw that Dad was right. The town was slowly getting back to normal. The military presence was mostly gone. Whatever gear they needed had been delivered the day before. The festival booths were gone and the banners had been removed. I wondered if the people who had run the booths had decided to crawl out of their cocoons and pack up their stuff, or if it was the work of the SYLO soldiers. The scene wouldn’t have seemed out of the ordinary at all, if it weren’t for the occasional duo of soldiers walking by…
…and the warship sitting in the harbor.
The school was half empty, which meant there were a lot of people still hiding under their beds. But it also meant that at least half of the families had decided to do what we did, which was try to be normal.
“Did you hear?” Quinn asked as he jogged toward me on the way to our first class.
“I’ve been hearing a lot of things,” I answered. “There’s a long list of possibilities.”
“I mean about the Catalina.”
“What Catalina?”
“A thirty-five-footer that some guy from Cape Elizabeth sailed here over a week ago. He had it moored at Memagog and was staying at the Hob Knob Inn, but he didn’t stay in his room Saturday night. Then yesterday morning the boat turned up on the rocks, nearly cut in half. Nobody’s seen the guy since.”
“Jeez,” was all I could say.
“I’ll bet that’s what Granger was talking about on TV last night,” he declared. “He said something about an unfortunate incident.”
“So what are you thinking?” I asked. “That the United States Navy murdered a guy who was trying to escape from quarantine?”
“Well…yeah.”
“Get outta here!” I said, scoffing.
I continued walking toward class and Quinn kept right up with me.
“I’m telling you, Tuck,” he said, “this whole thing doesn’t add up.”
“So you’re saying there’s some kind of conspiracy going on, headed by the president of the United States, to harass the people on Pemberwick Island?”
“I don’t know what I’m saying,” Quinn shot back. “But I don’t think we’re hearing the whole story and that means that when we do, we’re not going to like it.”
“Or maybe it’s exactly what they say and those scientists are going to figure out what caused those people to die and avert a huge catastrophe by saving Pemberwick and the rest of the world.”
Quinn snickered. “Yeah, and then we’ll wake up from that dream.”
“That would be okay with me too,” I said and headed for class.
The whole school was talking about the quarantine and SYLO and the people who died and the president and…and…and. In some ways it was annoying to hear so much speculation, but I guess it helped to talk about it. At least none of us felt as if we were in it alone. Pemberwick Island was a tightly knit community, especially among the people who lived here year round. We took care of our own and that wasn’t going to change because of a little old invasion.
After school I went to football practice but we didn’t do much. Half of the guys weren’t there and Coach wasn’t even sure if there would be a game the following Friday. So we did a few drills and called it a day.
On the way home I took advantage of the extra hour with no practice and detoured into town. I grabbed a can of iced tea from Molly’s and took it to a bench on the edge of the park on top of Main Street where I could get a good view of the entire downtown area. It all looked so normal, though I knew it wasn’t.
Arbortown was still quieter than normal. There weren’t even any cars moving on the streets. The only sign of life came from the fact that many of the shops were open, which meant business was being carried on, even if there were few customers. Since the quarantine had kept so many tourists on the island, I had to believe that they were all holed up in their hotels and inns with their bags packed, ready to blast out of Dodge. It seemed as though they’d be waiting for a while, based on all the equipment and personnel that SYLO had shipped in.
There were only three ways off the island. Most used was the ferryboat, but that service was shut down when SYLO landed. Another way off was by airplane, but I doubted anyone could even get close to the small planes at the airport with SYLO all over the place. The final way was by private boat, which brought up the mystery of the destroyed Catalina. I didn’t even want to think about the possibility of that boat being attacked because the owner had tried to escape.
I did my best to convince myself that whatever the problem was, it would soon be solved, the missing sailor would turn up, and we could all get back to normal. I really wanted my life back.
The loud blare of a car horn tore me from my thoughts.
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