Uncharted by L. T. Ryan & Gregory Scott

Author:L. T. Ryan & Gregory Scott [Ryan, L. T. & Scott, Gregory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08RRZ2YKP
Publisher: Liquid Mind Media
Published: 2021-04-05T23:00:00+00:00

22

Tuesday, June 2nd. Late Morning

Blake glanced over his right shoulder. Just long enough to get a peek at the receding shoreline, but not so long as to run the risk of veering from the precariously thin lane.

Two hundred feet above the Narragansett Bay, the Newport bridge offered a bird’s eye view of Jamestown’s East Ferry. From that height, the port looked like a self-contained cluster, marked by the castle-like turret of the Bayview Condominiums building. The miniature row of shops led his eye to the wooden pier where he encountered Goldilocks and the others.

He had studied the map in preparation for his task. While he still allowed the GPS to guide him, the homework would give him a better bearing. Stronger situational awareness should the need arise.

As he crested the two-mile span of roadway, suspended by cables from its two soaring towers, landmarks began to jump out at him from below. The Naval War College to the left. Rose Island and Goat Island to the right. Fort Adams in the distance.

Blake checked the time on the navigation system display. If Lucas kept to his schedule, as Blake had no doubt he would, he would board the ferry in just a few minutes.

Verbal instructions preceded each turn. The route took him by an old cemetery, a small train station, and a baseball field reminiscent of a miniature Fenway Park.

On Thames Street, it was as though he had travelled back in time. Cobblestone streets cut through crowded wharfs, lined with historic buildings.

He could picture what the place would have looked and felt like in centuries past. Whalers, traders, pirates. Grand wooden ships with large crews of hardened men, pouring into the cobblestone streets for a night of debauchery.

Whatever its history held, today the town was a mixture of upscale swank and stalwart function. The result was downright captivating.

He would have loved to explore. To take in the sights and sounds. But there was a timeline to keep, and the clock was ticking.

Around a bend, Thames Street straightened and constricted. The navigation warned of the approaching destination.

The sign for Ann Street came into view on his left. It marked the start of the one-way street leading up the hill, away from the water.

Moving along at only a few miles an hour, Blake scanned the right side of Thames Street. A few feet ahead, under the street sign that read, “Ann St Pier,” a sandwich board sign bore a familiar logo.

Jamestown Newport Ferry.

Yellow block letters read, “Boarding,” and an arrow pointed to the right.

Blake came to a stop at the junction. By the looks of it, Ann Street Pier was more of an alley than a roadway. Just wide enough for one car to pass, the short street led directly to the water.

A curt honk of a horn from behind urged him to move along. With no room to park a car on Thames, and most definitely no place to stop on Ann Street Pier, Blake took his next left onto Brewer, then snaked

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