The Fog Page #2

I don't know.

That's OK. Me neither.

I think I gotta have this one. Can I buy it?

The drawing's free.

It's one o'clock, straight up.

The end of the witching hour

and time for me to sign off.

So until tomorrow night at 6pm,

when KAB comes back on the air,

this is Stevie Wayne, your night-light,

hoping you have a nice rest of the night.

Mom!

Hey, Mom!

Mom, come on, get up. Look what I found.

Andy,

I love you.

Sometimes you're a real pain.

Sure, Mom, but look.

First it was a gold coin and then

it turned into this neat piece of wood.

- This is one of those times.

- But look at it, Mom.

Good morning, Andrew.

Did you have a nice time last night?

Yeah. Old Mr Machen told us ghost stories.

Did you thank Mrs Kobritz

for bringing you home?

Yes, ma'am. Mom, can I have

a stomach pounder and a Coke?

- After lunch.

- OK.

I'm gonna look for another one.

Maybe this time I can get the gold coin.

- Where the hell is he?

- Pulled out of here 4:15 yesterday.

- That's the last I saw of him.

- I said 7:
30.

- You know Al. If I were...

- Did you call the coastguard, Hank?

- They probably got drunk.

- He wouldn't do that.

- He'd do anything.

- Al and I got drunk together a lot

but we never got so shitfaced

we couldn't make it back.

He's too good a sailor to stay out

and not let somebody know.

- You sound like his wife.

- Just his friend.

You worry too much.

Where are we going?

I'm going to talk Ashcroft

into looking for the Sea Grass.

- Who's Ashcroft?

- Someone who owes me a favour.

Can I come along?

Thought you had to move on to Vancouver?

Eventually.

Sheriff will drive his own car.

The Mayor and his wife

are to be picked up at 6:45

and brought to the Mayor's box.

Then we will have speeches

by the Mayor, Sheriff, me.

Do you have my notes?

Then we pass out the candles

and begin the procession.

Then I will go home and pass out.

I'm almost afraid to look.

Well...

- Not bad. Not bad at all.

- A work of art.

Sandy, just be civil to me

for another five hours, that's all I ask.

Let's see. Did you order the candles?

What a thought.

- A candlelight procession with no candles.

- Taken care of.

- And the promotional material, did you...?

- Signed, sealed and delivered.

You can be very annoying

but you do keep me together.

Thank you, Mrs Williams.

... Spivey Point.

As of 1:
57 today,

the Sea Grass has not responded

to radio communication.

The coastguard has begun

a sweep south from Whately,

around Arcom Reef,

and should be in the area of Spivey Point

in approximately one hour.

Repeating this bulletin from the coastguard.

Be on the lookout for the Sea Grass -

a thirty-foot trawler

last seen approximately 15 miles

east of Spivey Point.

If you sight this vessel,

please notify the coastguard immediately.

Can I ask you a question?

- Is it always like this?

- It's always different.

- You're worried, aren't you?

- Yeah.

She can get real mean.

There.

If I can get through the speeches

without yawning...

- I couldn't sleep last night.

- Too excited?

Al went out in his boat last night

and didn't come home.

- Still isn't back.

- Mrs Williams.

The coastguard said

he might have had engine trouble.

They said not to worry.

He was complaining about his boat.

- You ought to go home.

- That's the last place I wanna go.

My dog started to bark at twelve last night

and didn't stop until six.

- What happened?

- He was growling at the ocean.

What does that tell you? My dog goes crazy

and decides to bark at the water.

I heard the church bells at midnight

and suddenly my car alarm went off

for no reason.

- Really?

- Woke up the whole block.

Nothing happens for 100 years,

then one night, the whole place falls apart.

Al?

Take this line, too.

Al! Tommy!

Dick!

Cabin and steering house are empty.

Maybe somebody picked them up.

There's water in the generator.

But the deck is dry as a bone.

There you have it. My next project.

Restoration of the

Morgantown Road cemetery.

- It's historical, our ancestors...

- It'd cost a lot.

So? This town should be proud of its past.

But trying to get anyone involved

in community affairs is like pulling teeth.

- Get estimates ready for the next meeting.

- Yes, ma'am.

You're the only person who can make

"yes, ma'am" sound like "screw you".

Yes, ma'am.

Say a little prayer,

asking that he not be in his cups.

Not a good sign.

Father Malone.

- Hello?

- Another bad sign.

You try the study and I'll look up front.

- Jesus. Father, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, Mrs Williams.

- Mrs Williams...

- Are you all right?

I have something to show you.

"December nine.

"Met with Blake this evening

for the first time.

"He stood in the shadows to prevent me

from getting a clear look at his face.

"What a vile disease this is.

"He is a rich man with a cursed condition.

"But this does not prevent him

from trying to better his situation

"and that of his comrades at the colony."

Every single gauge is broken.

The glass is shattered.

- Remind you of something?

- Last night.

Your truck.

Thermometer's broken.

Mercury's stuck at 20 degrees.

There's no water got in here

but something awful cold did.

"December 11.

Blake's proposition is simple.

"He wants to move off Tanzier Island

"and relocate the entire colony

just north of here.

"He has purchased a clipper ship,

"called the Elizabeth Dane,

with part of his fortune

"and asks only for permission to settle here.

"I must balance my feelings

of mercy and compassion

"toward this poor man

"with my revulsion at the thought

of a leper colony

"only a mile distant."

It's rusted to the wall.

It was on.

- They drank a lot of beer last night.

- Every night.

What's it like?

The room always starts spinning...

I mean fishing.

- You fish.

- The only thing I know about fishing

is you use a lot of worms.

Saltwater.

She was clean two nights ago, I checked,

and now it's as if she's been turned over

in the water.

"April 20. The six of us met tonight.

"From midnight until one o'clock,

"we planned the death of Blake

and his comrades.

"I tell myself that Blake's gold

will allow the church to be built

"and our small settlement

to become a township

"but it does not soothe the horror that I feel,

"being an accomplice to murder."

Now what?

Wait for the coastguard.

- I'm sorry.

- What for?

Since you picked me up,

things have been going wrong.

The clock, the windows breaking,

the weirdo at the door last night.

- That isn't you.

- I'm not so sure.

Things seem to happen to me.

I'm bad luck.

I don't believe in luck, good or bad.

I don't believe in anything much.

Something did happen once.

My father was a fisherman.

He ran a trawler out of Whately Reef.

One night, late, coming back in,

he was off beyond the reef,

out near Spivey Point,

he looked the windward

and saw a brig under short sail,

heading right for him.

He radioed. There was no reply.

Nothing moved on the deck

but she held her course.

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