“Yeah, I have heard that, but it’s an old wives tale, no?” Luke said, plonking the cheap plastic kettle onto the ill-fitting base.
The warm sun at their back, their sleek Weimaraner by their side,their feet squeaking in the fine white sand in perfect sync with each other.
He was fidgeting. It was noticeable, and he stopped.
The blue and green drink coaster lay in wet pieces on the table.
“That? That’s Port, ummm, Port Piratestan… you need to get there in an invisible pirate ship made from magic” Kevin said.
He pointing to the hazy island just past the reef.The water was dark and looked deep.