Landing Isaac stepped off the boat The island was waiting for him he could feel it At the other end of the long jetty there was white sand to sprint across sandpaper cliffs to explore massive fig trees just waiting to be climbed Stay close warned Mum You don’t want to fall in Isaac looked around The jetty was wide enough to race monster trucks One side was bounded by a tumbling wall of giant boulders The other was roped off at least three metres from the edge The only way he could possibly fall in was if he took a running leap Yeah right Mum he thought Okay Mum he said out loud 5
Seagulls soared and waves lapped and people laughed as they whizzed by on their bicycles He couldn’t wait to start adventuring but first he had to manage Mum Convincing her to even come to the island had taken him ages School holidays usually meant Isaac was shipped off to vacation care while Mum went to work These holidays he’d planted the idea of a winter getaway She’d studied the website for ages Peace quiet fresh air and a good book It does sound perfect she’d said Then she’d looked at Isaac and frowned I’ll be fine Isaac had promised Seriously Mum you can relax all you like Mum had wrung her hands She wrung her hands a lot We can play cards and ride our bikes and bake cakes Isaac hesitated Mum hated baking I just worry that something might happen she’d said 7
