The movement was slight, but unmistakable.
“There! See that?”
“Got it. Lower us down. It’s too rocky, unsteady to set down the copter.”
“It’s Ingram. He’s alive. Caught and tangled in his own traps under a downed tree. We’ll have to pull him free.”
They radioed the pilot. “Send down the hoist pulley.”
“It’s tied on. Now! Easy! Lift him out, carefully. I think he’s got broken ribs. Not sure what else.”
“Good. Now, let’s get him secured in the basket.”
They radioed back. “Take him up. Gently!”
“I’ll let them know we’ve found him.”
It was Christmas.
Carolers gathered around the old hall. “Joy to the world…” They sang. “and heaven and nature sing…”
Ingram pulled Henry up onto his lap. “Henry, this is for you.”
Henry ripped open his present, his blue eyes as big and bright as the lights on the tree.
The miniature clipper was just like the one he let go the day he sent it out to sea.
“Wow! Look, mama! It’s my boat.”
Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
Footnotes: All photos used for this 3 part story are ones I took while on a trip to Nova Scotia, Canada many years ago. You can find part 1 and 2 of Lost at Sea previously posted.