Bill looked around in the semi darkness.

"Where are we now?" he asked, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

"It is a cave, just off the beach, where Issac Dove and the others were left by the Emily Rose."

Eventually Bill realized that the light was being provided by a small fire near the far wall of the cave. Next to the fife he could see two figures. One was stretched out on the floor of the cave, covered in a rough blanket and the other, a young woman, was sitting up, leaning against the wall of the cave.

"That looks like Elizabeth?"

"Indeed it is, young Bill and that be young Silas there, laying on the ground.

Elizabeth has not left his side."

"What happened?"

The spirit of Silas took a deep breath.

"The wound got infected and without even the basic medicines or remedies, Issac Dove made the decision that the boy would have to be left behind, while the others set out to find a more suitable place to live.

Elizabeth refused to leave, even though she, as were all the others, was sure that young Silas would indeed succumb to his wound. She bathed his head constantly and kept his lips dry. She would force water and fish broth into him, though at times it nearly choked him. But without it, he surely would have died."

Bill was astounded.

"They left them here alone?"

The spirit of Silas shook its head.

"No. Elizabeth's brother Bartholomew and another youth stayed with her. They supplied her with food and water and protected her from any possible danger."

As Bill and the spirit spoke, young Silas began coughing.

Elizabeth woke up immediately and crawled to his side, lifting him to a sitting position.

"Come now Silas, cough it all out of you and get better, so we may leave here and join the others."

Silas suddenly stopped coughing.

"Silas?"

Elizabeth's voice was strained and terrified.

"Silas? No. No."

She looked to the entrance of the cave.

"Bartholomew? Bartholomew?" she screamed as loudly as she could.

There was no answer.

Elizabeth began to shake Silas.

"Wake up. Please wake up."

She hugged him tightly in her arms and started crying.

"Don't you dare die on me. Don't you dare."

"You are crushing me, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth let go of her hug and moved around to face the teenage boy.

"You are alive," she cried.

She helped him sit against the wall of the cave and put a cup of water to his lips.

"Drink this, but slowly."

Silas did as he was told.

"Where are we?"

"A cave. The others have headed south looking for a more suitable place to live in."

"How long have we been here?"

"Today is ten days. You had the fever and your wound infected. The women did all they could, but they held little hope."

Elizabeth put her wrist to the young man's head.

"Your fever has broken," she smiled.

"If the others have left, why are you here?"

I would not leave you," Elizabeth explained.

"You saved my life."

Silas remembered the events.

"Are you okay?"

Elizabeth smiled.

"I am fine, thanks to you."

She kissed his cheek.

"You are my hero."

Silas sat up straighter.

"I have never been called that before."

"Well you are a hero. And it would not be proper to leave your hero behind. Or for a wife to abandon her husband."

Silas looked shocked.

"Wife? Husband? We have been wed?"

Elizabeth took some fish broth from a small pot, put it in a bowl and put a spoonful to Silas' mouth.

"No, we are not wed.

Yet."

Silas sipped the broth.

"It is very good. Thank you."

"I am told that I am a very good cook and baker. Fine qualities for any wife."

At that moment, Bartholomew and his friend walked into the cave.

"Well, it is good to see that we do not have to dig a grave for you Williams."

"I guess it is good for me too," Silas laughed, coughing as he did.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I have been kicked by a horse."

Bartholomew knelt by the younger teenager.

"Well I am pleased that you have recovered. My sister has decided that you shall be her husband."

Silas sipped on another spoonful of broth.

"So it would seem."

"Bet you wish you were still on the Emily Rose now?" Bartholomew joked.

Silas stared at the pretty teenage girl kneeling by him.

"I could think of far worst fates, then being wed to your sister."

"You be a brave man there Williams. My sister is a stubborn old mule."

Elizabeth glared at her brother.

"I be neither old, nor stubborn."

"Ha, you are practically an old maid. You turn 16 in a few months."

She fed Silas another spoonful of fish broth.

"I still have many good years left in me brother. Now the two of you, scoot, while I finish feeding Silas."

Bartholomew jumped to his feet and saluted.

"Yes ma'am."

He and his companion ran outside.

Elizabeth stared at Silas.

"And do you have something to say?"

Silas smiled and shook his head.

"No, wife."

"Come young Bill."

The spirit of Silas led them outside the cave, to the beach.

"Elizabeth and I were married before the winter snows started. I was with her for nearly 50 years, before she died. She was the one true love of my life."

"Did you have any children?"

Silas laughed.

"Liz and I had ten children. Seven boys and three girls and my seven boys had many children."

"Well I am glad that you survived, Silas, but how does any of this concern me, other than the fact that at one time, there were Williams' that lived in the Bay."

"One of my future grandsons had two boys. One was names Silas, after his grandfather and the other was named Noah."

"My grandfather's name was Noah," Bill commented casually.

"Is that so," Silas smiled.

A moment later, they were back on the hill at the edge of the cemetery, in Tuckamore Bay.

Bill sat on the grass.

"That was freaky, to say the least."

He looked up at Silas.

"I know you are not trying to tell me that my grandfather was from the Bay. He was born and bred in a small town in Alberta. The same town that my Dad was born in."

"Indeed he was, young Bill, but his father was also named Noah and he was born right here in Tuckamore Bay."

Bill shook his head.

"That's impossible. There was never any mention of this Bay or even Newfoundland by any of my relatives."

"Your great-grandfather fought in World War 2. He was injured and the injury caused him to lose a portion of his memory. He ended up in Alberta, because he married the nurse that looked after him and that was where she was from. 

He could never remember that he was born here in the Bay."

"So how do you know its the same Noah Williams?"

"The spirit world is a far different one that the real world, young Bill. The memories that may be clouded in life are surely released after death.

I can assure you, beyond any doubt that your great-grandfather was a direct descendant of I and my Liz. Which makes you ..."

Bill shook his head, an astonished smile on his face.

"That makes me a direct descendant as well."

Silas nodded.

"Indeed it does, young Bill. Indeed it does."

"So maybe it was fate that brought me here?"

Silas smiled.

"Maybe it was, young Bill.

After all, if you don't take a chance, you will never realize the outcome."

Bill slowly got to his feet.

"It was you. That night at the 7-11. It was you that was standing behind me."

Silas simply smiled.

"No wonder the clerk looked at me like I was crazy. He couldn't see you."

Bill stared across Tuckamore Bay.

"If you hadn't said that to me, I would never have bought that ticket."

"And if you had not bought that ticket, young Bill, you would never have ended up here in Tuckamore Bay."

"Fuck," Bill sighed.

"I had no part in any of this. This was all predetermined."

"Of course you had a part, young Bill. You had to come home to be a part of all this."

Bill stood in silence, as dozens of spirits began appearing on the small hill.

"Your ancestors, young Bill. They are all buried here, on this hill.

We used to call it Williams' Hill."

"So many," Bill gasped.

"Your family, young Bill. Your ancestors.

Tuckamore Bay will be your legacy."

Bill wiped a tear from his eye.

"So this is where I belong."

The spirits began disappearing, one by one, each smiling as they did, until only Silas remained.

"Welcome home Bill."

With that, he disappeared.