“What’s that?”
“Riddle me this, Noah. What don’t you see?”
Noah wasn’t sure what she was referencing. Because he was so focused on what he could see. The inlet that rushed toward Cane’s Inlet proper, the boardwalk, Atlantic Amusements and its rides, the Ferris wheel scraping the sky. And it was that which provided him the clue to what was missing from this panoramic view.
“The Medusa,” he said.
“I hate that ship and everything it represents,” she said. Her tone, only moments ago filled with a reverence, had grown dark, Noah thinking of the evil that his White Pine mother had spoken of, suddenly glad he’d not brought that up during this talk. There was still much history he didn’t know, so much to be wary of, Ginette one of them. She might be his mother but that didn’t mean there weren’
