Chapter 398 Is That A Boat?

• *Isla*
• It’s the middle of the night when we arrive at the docks. Earlier in the day, Antony had abandoned the car, thinking we were being followed, and we’d all gotten on a train to Port Westerly. It hadn’t seemed like a good idea to me because in a car we could change courses. A train was kind of stuck in one path, no matter what.
• But like most things on this trip, I’d left it up to my cousin to decide what he thought was best.