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of fear and panic were all around her. She could hear voices screamingfor help. Lyssa heard what sounded like a bell ringing wildly. Something groaned, like an enormous animal in pain.
    “This is Lyssa,” she said once more for the recorder. “There are all these sounds. I can’t tell what’s making them. I can’t—”
    Crrraaaacckk! Booooommm!
    “We’re lost!”
Lyssa heard a voice cry out.
“We’re going down.”
    “No,” Lyssa cried out.
“No!”
    The walkie-talkie in Lyssa’s jacket pocket suddenly crackled. “Lyssa, this is Jason. Can you hear me? Come back.” In all the confusion, the pain of her fall, she’d forgotten all about the walkie-talkie.
    She fished it out with trembling fingers. “Jason,” Lyssa said. “Where are you? Can you hear the voices?”
    “I hear them,” Jason replied. His voice sounded grim even over the walkie-talkie. “Hold on, Lyssa. I’m heading your way. Keep talking into the walkie-talkie so I can find you.”
    “Okay,” Lyssa said. The bell was ringing nonstop now. Lyssa could still hear many different voices, all crying out together. “This is Lyssa. I’m waiting for Jason. I’m hearing all these sounds. I can’t see what’s going on. If only this fog would clear, just a little.”
    All of a sudden, Lyssa saw a light coming toward her. “I think I see you, Jason,” she cried. “Is that your flashlight?”
    A moment later, he was at her side.
    “What’s going on out there?” Lyssa gasped. “Could you see it?”
    “No,” Jason said. “I’m hoping the fog breaks up at the water. It does that sometimes. I want to get down there to see if we can see anything. Can you walk?”
    “Yes,” she said. Jason took Lyssa firmly by the arm to help her along. Together, they slid across the rocks.
    “There!” she cried suddenly. “A break in the fog! Did you see it?”
    “I saw,” Jason said. “I think we’re getting close. The rocks are getting smaller.”
    A moment later, the big rocks ended. Lyssa felt large, smooth pebbles under her shoes. The sound of the waves crashing onshore was very loud now.
    “Jay! Lyssa! Is that you?” she heard Grant’s voice cry.
    “We’re here!” Jason called back. “Can you see anything?”
    “Nothing,” Grant said. He and Mark appeared farther down the beach. “There was a big break in the fog a couple minutes ago. We got a clear view out to sea. There’s nothing there, Jay.”
    “But I heard it,” Lyssa protested. “I heard somebody say,
‘We’re going down.’
There has to be a ship of some kind.”
    “I guess now we know why the Coast Guard had trouble believing Tom and his grandfather’s story,” Jason said.
    “Maybe there
is
a ship,” Mark said quietly. “Or was.”
    Ghost ship,
Lyssa thought.
    “Come on,” Grant said. “Let’s get back to the house.”

     
    “That ought to do it,” Jen said an hour or so later. She finished wrapping a bandage around Lyssa’s knee. “I bet you’ll be sore for a few days. You really took a tumble.”
    “I did, but it’s okay,” Lyssa said. She stood up, doing her best to ignore the sharp stabs of pain. “Come on. Let’s go join the others.”
    “It all sounded so close,” Jason was saying as Jen and Lyssa walked into the living room.
    “That’s a good way of describing it.” Grandpa George nodded. “It never occurred to me there weren’t really people out there who needed help.” He spotted Lyssa and got up to make room for her on the sofa. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
    “I’ll be just fine,” Lyssa told him. “Please don’t get up, Mr. Kelly.”
    “Nonsense,” Grandpa George answered. “You sit right down. Tom.”
    “On it,” Tom Kelly said. He shot to his feet, grinning at Lyssa. “Grandpa made hot chocolate. His hot chocolate is the best, even better than my mom’s.”
    “Hot chocolate is my absolute favorite,” Lyssa said. She took a seat on the sofa. Tom vanished into the kitchen. A moment later, he returned with a