Forever (An Unfortunate Fairy Tale, #5)(60)

“It’s perfectly clear when your best friend is a movie buff. She once convinced me to run away and find an old fortune teller machine, so it could magically transform us into adults.”

“What magic is this?” Kina sounded skeptical.

“It’s the magic of Twentieth Century Fox and Big, a movie from the 1980s.”

The only thing she could do was wait, and it was going to be the hardest wait she’d ever had to endure. Kino begged to stay and wander the pier, but Mina didn’t want to be anywhere near a local landmark in case Teague was watching her through her mirror.

Nix was just as bad as Kino, watching all of the people along the pier in fascination.

But then Kino saw the aquarium. “Did you see what they’ve done? They’re holding that octopus captive. We must rescue him and free all of the sea creatures. How do your kind live like this, enslaving the sea’s most beautiful and smartest of creatures?” He ranted and seemed sort of unstable the whole walk back to the ship.

Mina let Ever try and explain to the siren how an aquarium works.

“Money? This is all about profit? It’s even worse than I thought,” Kino grumbled.

“Oh, brother.” Ever shook her head and strictly forbid him from going to the aquarium or even mentioning to anyone else what he’d seen. “We are here to lay low until we can find Charlie. We are not here to cause a scene. Do you got that?” She jabbed her finger into Kino’s chest.

He didn’t look happy, but he shrugged. When they got back to the boat, he immediately disappeared below decks and ignored them.

“Well, it didn’t take long for you to make enemies,” Nix commented. “I thought I’d be the one to get on the bad side of the sirens.”

“He couldn’t see the big picture,” Ever said. “He has to remember this isn’t his world, and the rules are different here. If he wants to stay, he needs to shape up or ship out.”

“Oh, I see what you did there!” Nix started to laugh, and Ever just glared at him until he fell into silence. But that didn’t last either. His shoulders continued to shake, and a loud snort slipped through.

Mina walked to the captain’s chambers and knocked politely on the door.

“Come in,” her grandfather called.

She carefully pushed open the wood door and entered.

Ternan bent over a map he had picked up from a visitor center, marking it with little green colored pebbles.

Winona carefully settled something she was holding into a trunk and picked up a little cloth-covered bundle. “Any luck?”

“No, I left a message. Hopefully she’ll get it and meet me here.” She walked over and sat on a small stool near Winona.

“Does your friend know this area?”

“Yes, she’d come out here during the summer for drama camps. Once in the middle of her parents’ divorce, Nan decided to run away and come here. She bought a bus ticket, and I came with her—only to convince her to come back—but I was grounded for a month.”

“You should have been grounded longer. Your mother was soft.”

Mina nodded her head in affirmation. “Probably, but I gave her a heads up what I was doing, that I wasn’t letting Nan go by herself. And if we weren’t back in twelve hours, she was going to come and get me.”

“Smart. I take it you both made it back.”

“Yeah, we missed the first bus back, so we had to take a later one, which is why I was grounded for the month.”

“How did you convince your friend to come back?”

“Nothing I said would change her mind, until I told her Charlie wouldn’t be the same without her in his life. He always was her weak spot.”

Winona smiled sadly and fidgeted with the item she had pulled from the trunk.

“When your mother chose your father over her heritage, she gave up everything that reminded her of us. I’ve kept it all, if you’re interested in learning a bit more about your mother.”

Mina peeked at the opened trunk and the indiscernible items inside. “I would like that.”

Winona smiled, the corners of her lips quivering slightly. “I think she’d like that too.” She handed Mina the bundle she had in her hands.

The cloth held something hard, and Mina slowly unwrapped it to find a lovely gold seashell on a small chain. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s yours,” Winona offered. “Anything you want out of your mother’s trunk is yours.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything.” Winona stood up and moved away from the trunk, giving Mina space to peruse her mother’s items. It was mostly clothes of blues and greens decorated with shells, some books, a delicate white netted top. There were a few other trinkets, but then Mina found a piece of parchment tucked inside a book cover.

She pulled it out and saw her father’s likeness carefully drawn in coal. He’d been very young at the time—before he grew out his mustache—possibly in his early twenties. Studying her mother’s love for her father, forbidden but blooming all the same, felt like an invasion of privacy. Mina carefully tucked the picture back into the book and placed it in the bottom of the trunk.

“Tell me about her, before, when she was a siren,” she said.

“Oh, she was a handful—stubborn and one of the strongest in her gifts. I can see that her bloodline passed on to each of you. So it’s not just your father’s curse you were born with, but your mother’s gifts as well.”