Morgan walked from the back entrance of the museum to the path that led to the lighthouse. Her feet crunched the tiny shells that made up the path, many worn down from years of being walked on. The wind was stronger as she neared the water, and Misty settled herself more firmly on Morgan"s shoulder, without the use of her claws to hold her in place. Morgan barely noticed the cat or the beautiful view around her. She was deep in thought, going over in her mind the history of the island that she had discovered in the short time she had been talking to Winnie. The wind blew her hair, cooling her face from the sun’s warmth. It was a beautiful day, and the waves along the inlet lapped against the shore. Small boats motored at low speed past the lighthouse, obeying the no-wake zone that was in p
