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Saunders.”
    Before Mr. Saunders got in the backseat of
the limousine with the children, Steve and Donna leaned down and
looked inside. “Goodbye, and have a good time,” they said in
unison.
    “Goodbye,” the children all said.
    Once Mr. Saunders got in the back, the
driver closed the door then returned to the driver’s seat.
    As Steve and Donna stood on the sidewalk,
watching the long, black limousine pull out on the street and drive
away; they wondered what adventures lay ahead for them.
    Donna turned to Steve and said, “Well, we
need to get to the port. We wouldn’t want to miss the ship.”

Chapter 3
    The flight on the private jet was quite
exciting for Melissa, Cassy, and Aaron. They had flown on an
airplane once before, but it was not as lush as this one.
    Aaron was thrilled when Mr. Saunders had
showed him the laptop computer with several games he could play
during the flight. Melissa had spent most
of the flight talking to her friends on the private telephone while
Cassy spent her time in the cockpit having the pilot explain the
purpose of each button and switch on the console.
    “Children, it’s time to take your seats and
secure your seatbelts. We will be landing soon.” Mr. Saunders
walked over to Aaron and took the laptop computer away from him,
and returned it to the secure drawer for safe keeping .
    “Ah, man, I was almost done with that
level,” Aaron whined.
    “I’m sure you will have the opportunity to
complete that level on the flight home,” Mr. Saunders said as he
locked the drawer holding the computer.
    “Wow, is that great-grandmother’s house?”
Melissa said excitedly as she pointed out of the window at the
large mansion overlooking the
Atlantic Ocean.
    “Yes, it is. Now, please sit, Miss Melissa,”
Mr. Saunders said in a stern tone.
    “Dang, it’s big like a castle,” Cassy
grinned. Cassy was amazed at the large stone mansion with what
appeared to be a tall tower facing out over the ocean. She had
always had faint memories of visiting her great-grandmother in the
big castle years ago, but she had come to believe that it was
nothing more than the memories of a small child.
    “This is really cool. She does live in a
castle,” Cassy giggled softly.
    “Yes, it is, Miss Cassandra. Now, please sit,”
Mr. Saunders said as he checked each child’s seatbelt, before
taking his own seat.

    The Wilham estate overlooked the Atlantic
Ocean, on one of the many small islands dotting the Maine
coastline. The family had settled on the island nearly two-hundred
years ago when the first of the Wilham’s decided to come to America. James Wilham had
started the family business with one small fishing boat, but over
the years, his business grew into one of the largest fleets in the
area. He had built the sprawling mansion on the east side of the island so that his wife could
always watch for him to return from his time at sea.
    The joys and pains of life had filled the
house over the years, from the births of children to the death of
loved ones. Abigail Wilham was born on a cold winter’s night in the
old house. She had come into the world crying and ready to face
whatever life had ahead of her. Her
parents had loved her dearly and had plans for their lives, but on
a warm summer’s eve, they both died in an automobile accident on
their way home from an outing in the city.
    O f course,
this had devastated Abigail, as her parents were her world, but
with time and the love of her grandfather, she had learned to laugh
again.
    Thomas Wilham traveled the world because of
his business, so each time he would return home it was a grand
affair. The house servants would always prepare a special meal with
all the grandeur a little girl would desire. The table was set with
the finest china and crystal, the soft glow of candles filled the
room, and Abigail would dress in a beautiful gown while her Grandfather donned his best
tuxedo with tails.
    On one of his trips, Abigail’s grandfather
had returned with