Search for Treasure (The Islanders) - Softcover

Buch 2 von 3: The Islanders

Monroe, Mary Alice

 
9781534427310: Search for Treasure (The Islanders)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1534427317 ISBN 13: 9781534427310
Verlag: Aladdin, 2023

Inhaltsangabe

The sequel to New York Times bestselling author Mary Alice Monroe’s The Islanders, an “exciting, tender, and absolutely wonderful” (Kirkus Reviews, starred review) story of friendship, loss, and the healing power of nature.

Jake Potter is back on Dewees Island for another summer with his beloved grandmother, Honey. This time, Jake is excited that his dad will be there as he continues to recover from his injuries sustained in Afghanistan. But Jake also knows they both need get used to a new normal, which isn’t easy.

Jake also discovers that his two best friends, Macon and Lovie, are struggling as well. Macon is adjusting to being a big brother, while Lovie is navigating a new relationship with her dad, who has long been absent in her life. To cheer everyone up, Jake decides that the trio needs a new mission, just like they had the previous summer in saving the turtles. He discovers that his dad loved spending time in an old tree fort on the island, and there is a special treasure box hidden somewhere nearby. Jake just knows if he can find it, maybe his dad will be happy again—and he knows Macon and Lovie are the perfect fellow treasure hunters!

Their search leads them to discover there might be actual buried treasure somewhere on Dewees, all while they battle some unwelcome guests on the island, of both the two- and four-legged kind! On the three friends’ biggest quest yet, they realize that the treasures they really want in life were with them all along.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Mary Alice Monroe is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty-seven books, including the bestselling The Beach House series. Monroe also writes children’s picture books, and a middle grade fiction series called The Islanders. She is a member of the South Carolina Academy of Authors’ Hall of Fame, and her books have received numerous awards, including the South Carolina Center for the Book Award for Writing; the South Carolina Award for Literary Excellence; the SW Florida Author of Distinction Award; the RT Lifetime Achievement Award; the International Book Award for Green Fiction; the Henry Bergh Children’s Book Award; and her novel, A Lowcountry Christmas, won the prestigious Southern Prize for Fiction. The Beach House is a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie, starring Andie MacDowell. Several of her novels have been optioned for film. She is the cocreator and cohost of the weekly web show and podcast Friends & Fiction. Monroe is also an active conservationist and serves on several boards. She lives on the South Carolina coast, which is a source of inspiration for many of her books. 

Angela May is the founder of May Media and PR and a former award-winning television news journalist who helps promote great books and share important community stories as a media specialist. She has been working with Mary Alice Monroe for more than a decade. The Islanders series are their first books together! Angela’s husband is a middle school assistant principal. They have two children and live in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina. Connect with her at AngelaMayBooks.com.

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Chapter 1: Back to Dewees Island

CHAPTER 1 Back to Dewees Island
THIS WAS GOING TO BE the best summer ever!

I stood at the bow of the ferry plowing along the Intracoastal Waterway. My hands clutched the ferry railing as the salt-scented sea air cut through my hair. I was on my way back to Dewees Island! My heart raced as fast as the big boat engines below, whipping the water into a frothy wake.

To my right I spotted a small motorboat gaining on the double-decker ferry. I hurried to the side, and shading my eyes from the sun’s glare, I squinted and saw a girl with a long blond braid driving the boat. My mouth dropped open.

“Lovie!” I shouted, and waved my arm overhead.

The girl turned and tooted the boat’s horn. Then, with a smile, she gunned the engine. I laughed out loud as she sped past the ferry and soon became a small dot in the distance. Lovie only had one speed—fast.

Seeing her buzz by in her boat, I couldn’t wait to get out on a motorboat again, to feel the wind push back my hair, or kayak on a lazy, slow-moving creek, or swim in the wild waves of the ocean, feeling the sun on my face. I couldn’t wait to do my chores in the golf cart! Most of all, I couldn’t wait to see my friends.

We had all promised to stay in touch during the school year, but it was hard when you lived in different cities and had different schedules. When I did try to text them, I didn’t know what to say. It felt so awkward. Macon and I did meet up online sometimes to battle together in our favorite video games. But when Lovie sent a text—which wasn’t often—our messages went like this:

Lovie: Hi!

Me: Hi

Lovie: How was school? My day was B O R I N G

Me: Yeah. Same.

Lovie: Ok. TTYL

But still, I missed them. And I wouldn’t have to wait long to see my friends in real life!

The ferry slowed in the No Wake zone as the trees grew larger and the dock drew closer on Dewees Island. A cluster of people stood waiting at the dock. It was easy to spot Fire Chief Rand towering over everyone else with his broad shoulders and red hair. Next to him, my grandmother, Honey, looked tiny. Her white hair was longer, pulled back in a ponytail. They were holding up a large sign with bright red letters: WELCOME HOME ERIC AND JAKE!

Then I saw my fellow Islanders—Macon and Lovie—waving madly, jumping up and down and calling out “Jaaaaaaake!”

I spun around and raced down the stairs from the top deck, my feet rattling the metal stairs. I stopped abruptly at the door and scoped out the main cabin through the foggy window. A woman sat with her small dog in her lap. Two construction workers were looking at their phones. An elderly couple sat talking in low voices. My gaze zeroed in on my dad. He sat on the bench with his shoulders ramrod straight in military style and looked out the window. His good leg was bent at the knee, but his prosthesis was stretched straight out in front of him. You couldn’t tell the leg was artificial by looking at it under his pants, but I knew. “Prosthesis” is a big name, but my dad said it’s just a fancy name for a fake leg. I looked at his hands. They lay flat on his thighs, but his fingers were tapping. That was my clue he was nervous. I took a breath and pushed open the door.

“Hey, Dad, everyone’s here to greet us!” I shouted as I ran up to him. “They even made a sign.”

My dog, Lucky, leaped to his feet at seeing me. His tail wagged, he panted, and his eyes were bright. I could always count on Lucky for excitement.

Just like I could count on my dad for being sad. Mom said he was trying really hard and that we had to encourage him. And I do. The pressure at home was one of the reasons I was super glad to be going back to Dewees, where I could just hang out with my best friends.

“Yeah, I see them,” Dad said, turning from the window, then pushed out a smile. “Looks like your friends can’t wait to see you again.”

“And your friend, too,” I replied, trying to make him feel as excited as I was. Fire Chief Rand and my dad had been friends on Dewees since they were kids.

As the boat eased into position at the dock, the other passengers all rose at once and began collecting their bags. I knew my dad would wait until the boat stopped rocking and everyone else had left before he stood up. He didn’t like having anyone behind, rushing him.

I walked on one side of my dad as he made his way off the boat, pausing at the six inches of air space between the edge of the dock and the rocking boat. Sometimes, something small can feel very big.

“Need some help?” the mate asked.

I cringed. My dad hated to be asked if he needed help.

Suddenly Lucky leaped with joy across to the dock with ease. He stood on the dock and looked back at us, tail wagging, like he was saying, It’s easy! What are you waiting for?

Dad chuckled and shook his head. “Nope, thanks.” He boldly stepped across the opening.

I paused and thought to myself, I’m back. From the moment I stepped off the boat, I felt I was in another world. The noise faded away. No sounds of city life. Instead of packed neighborhoods, congested roads, and busy shops, I saw trees, acres of green cordgrass, and water everywhere. It felt like all my worries were whooshing out with the deep breath I released, like a balloon fizzing out.

I gave Lucky a pat, and we followed Dad down the wooden dock. Dad kept his shoulders straight and walked at a good pace, but he had a tilted gait. Not a limp as much as a sway when he favored the left leg. I wanted to run but stayed with him.

When we made it to the end of the dock, everyone was clapping and laughing. Honey was even crying. It was only the beginning of June, and already Honey was so tan it made her blue eyes shine like the sky above. They were the same blue as my dad’s, except hers seemed to sparkle like the water around us. Honey began hugging me so tight I could barely breathe.

“Dear boy, I was counting the days, and now you’re here,” she exclaimed.

I pretended to compare my height to hers, moving my hand from the top of my head to over her head. “This year, I’m definitely taller than you.” How tall I was getting was always the icebreaker between us when she visited our house.

“And so you are,” she replied, stepping back and letting her eyes sweep over me like a scanner cataloging every change. I did the same. Honey had lost some weight in a good way and seemed more fit in her usual khaki shorts and Turtle Team T-shirt.

Honey shook her head with a rueful smile. “You’re getting taller and I’m getting shorter. That’s the way it works.” She grinned ear to ear. “I just can’t believe I have my best boys together for the summer!”

With that, she turned to my dad, opening her arms to him. I stepped aside. Dad was her only child, and she doted on him. Honey had a hard time when he was injured last year, especially so soon after she lost my grandpa.

Suddenly arms grabbed me and squeezed so tight I could barely speak.

“What took you so long, bro?” Macon asked as he released me.

Talk about getting taller! I looked up at my friend,...

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Verlag
Aladdin
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1534427317
ISBN 13 
9781534427310
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
288
Kontakt zum Hersteller
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Verantwortliche Person
Simon and Schuster Netherlands BV
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