Twenty-Two
They stood at the edge of the windy beach with no way back to the Isle of Lewis. The boat ran out of gasoline when they had crossed the sea halfway, and from there, Adama rowed them back to the shore. Björn’s ribs hurt too much to even resist the waters. He felt like a cripple while the wind nearly blew him over and he threw a last glance over to the words carved into the wood.
I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death.
Some of the villagers could translate the Gaelic part for him. And when they did, Björn gasped for air. He knew this sentence. He would never forget it. Those were Kaari’s last words. But how on earth had they made their way to this godforsaken part of the earth?
Björn labored across the sand with every step hurting, watching Annie’s beautifu
