CHAPTER 30
Grace flew over the ocean, blue water swirling with white sand underneath. Her toes skimmed the top of the water releasing sparkles of light that trailed behind her like the twirls released from a fairy’s wand.
Her toes were warm from the water. Her cheeks were cool from the breeze. In the near distance she saw something floating on the water and she willed her flying form to veer in its direction. Almost instantly she arrived at the object and discovered it was a small raft, the kind of raft that Gilligan himself may have built from pieces of driftwood lashed together with dried palm fronds.
Grace smiled inwardly. She didn’t know why it was here, but its shabby tropical vibe was charming. A small cup made out of half of a tiny coconut sat in the middle of the raft. Grace rea
