The
necessarily
wasn’t exactly reassuring, but the idea that we might get to see an actual inland sea fascinated me. If only my colleagues at the money pit could have known about this. Devin would have been positively red-faced with jealousy!
We walked for another half-hour, but instead of reaching an inland sea we arrived at an intersection where the path split into four distinct tunnels. Remembering how easily explorers had gotten lost in every cavern story I had ever read, I looked to Henry for guidance.
“The lore of the island says the glow worms will guide us,” he said. “I’m guessing one of the tunnels is lined with the little creatures. And they only show themselves at night.”
I drew a deep breath, not looking forward to an entire night in this oppressive place.
Seemingly sensing my discomfort, Henry added, “I suggest we come back tomorrow when we’re better prepared. When I’m all patched up.”
I groaned. “It’s going to take us at least four hours to reach the living world again.”
He nodded sadly. “Yes, but the only alternative is camping out here for the night. And, I don’t know about you but I’m feeling a little claustrophobic.”
“Same,” I replied.
We turned and left the cave the way we had come in. It was still raining four and a half hours later as we boarded the ferry and headed for the lights of the mainland, where a late supper awaited us both.
Chapter 10—Olivia
For supper that night we had grilled halibut, mussels in tomato-wine broth, and shrimp taco salad with mango pie for dessert. Carrie looked more harassed than usual, so I tipped her generously at the end of the meal as Henry stood at the window smoking his pipe and waiting for the rain to die down.
“Sooo,” whispered Carrie, with a furtive glance in his direction. “How’s Aragorn?”
How does one even begin to answer that question? “Still brooding and mysterious,” I said. “Even more so the more I get to know him.” For a moment I was lost in contemplation, watching a woman eat alone in a corner of the room just as I had done for so long.
“Did you give any more thought to what I said earlier?”
She wasn’t going to let it go, was she? “You know, I think you may have actually had a point,” I said. “But at the same time, I’m surprised by the amount of good I see in him. He truly is one of the more complicated men I’ve ever met.”
“When I look at him,” said Carrie, “all I see are red flags. I’m worried that you can’t see them because you’re wearing rose-colored glasses.”
“Carrie, I’ll be honest with you,” I said calmly. There was no longer any trace of anger in my voice. During the course of the day I had become resigned to this mad world. “He’s not a perfect guy. But I’ve never met anyone who was so transparent about who he was. He hides nothing. With him, what you see is what you get. And some of it worries me, and some of it could probably be solved with a bit of soap and a place to stay, but when I look at him, I feel hope. He may not be where he needs to be, but he’s on the way there. And that’s all I care about.”
It was odd: if I had insisted on angrily continuing our quarrel from that morning, Carrie would have had much to say. As it was, my cautious and measured defense of Henry left her silent and thoughtful. Instead of preparing her next speech, she really seemed to be listening.
“That reminds me,” I said, “did I get any mail today?”
Carrie shook her head as she piled plates onto both arms. “No, but Mr. Man came looking for you—what’s-his-face, the scoundrel.”
“Devin? My boss?”
She nodded grimly. “That’s the one. He didn’t look very happy. He ordered three beers, a plate of oysters, crackers and a soft-shell crab and sat up there at the bar complaining about how you hadn’t come in to work today. He said he was seriously thinking about firing you, which is a shame because ‘Liv was the only thing worth looking at on this damned rock.’”
“He told you all that?”
“I don’t think he knows we’re friends.”
“He’s just looking for an excuse to fire me,” I said, throwing a look of annoyance at the corner where the old man from a few nights ago was playing “Friends in Low Places” on the juke box. “He’s slowly talking himself into it. Give him enough beers and he’ll convince himself it was entirely my fault and he had no other choice.”
“In fairness,” said Carrie, “you did skip work without explanation.”
I glared at her.
“He won’t let you go if he can help it, though,” she went on, not paying me any mind. “He’s scared to death of losing his funding, he has to dig up something, and soon, or he’ll lose the confidence of his investors, and frankly he can’t afford to lose you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he just started planting fake relics all over the island to keep the guys holding the purse-strings at bay.”
“In that case,” I said, “the sooner I leave, the better.”
After dessert I coaxed Henry into coming upstairs to my room (“Caves don’t really suit you,” I said, “and you’ll be better off staying in a place with soap and shampoo”). On the way up the stairs he asked me about my conversation with Carrie and I filled him in on the parts that didn’t pertain to him.
“It sounds like he’s just looking for an excuse to fire you,” said Henry.
“I know! But I think if I can just talk to him and convince him that what I’ve been doing is important, that it’s for the good of our expedition, I can get him to see reason.”
“Is Carrie warming up to me yet?” he said. Nothing slipped by him.
“It’s happening,” I said. “Slowly. After the speech I made tonight, I suspect she’ll give you your own room in a couple of days. For free!”
* * *
“No, you cannot!” Devin shouted on the following morning. “You absolutely cannot go traipsing around on the island all by yourself because you feel some mystical force, or whatever, is guiding you to the heart of the island.”
“That’s not what I’m saying—”
“I don’t even want to talk about it. You came here for one thing and one thing only, and that was to help me dig. We have rules. We are an actual profession, of professionals, in case you’d forgotten. And here you are, wandering around like Nancy Drew, about to get yourself kidnapped or murdered because you just couldn’t refuse the call to adventure. Well, I’ve had enough. You can either do things the professional way, or you can find yourself a new job.”
“But if you would just give me a chance—”
“This discussion is over,” he said, pulling off his glasses and rubbing them with the cuffs of his shirt. “You’re here to dig up artifacts, not live out your personal Jules Verne fantasy.”
He was threatening to fire me, but I knew he would never in a hundred years go through with it. I thought I would make it easier for him. “Then if we can’t come to an agreement,” I said, “I may just have to start looking for that new job.”
Devin’s face went pale as he put his glasses back on. He stared at me. “You don’t mean that.”
“I think I do, actually,” I said, enjoying the effect my words were having. “You obviously don’t need me here, and if you hadn’t noticed there are few bigger mysteries afoot on this island than whatever you find in that pit. Well, you can have the pit. I’ve got bigger fish to fry, and I can do it a lot easier without you.”
Devin crumpled into a praying posture. As I had suspected. “Liv, you can’t go,” he said weakly. “Without you, this whole expedition is finished.”
“That’s not what you said a minute ago,” I said.
“Forget what I said a minute ago. You are endangering the livelihoods of every single person on this expedition. You are the one indispensable person. How am I going to explain this to our backers?”
“I guess you should’ve thought of that?” I said, with a mixture of satisfaction and pity. Henry was right: quitting my job had been way more fun than I thought.
* * *
As instructed, I met up with Henry at the entrance to his cave that night at sunset. There I recounted the final exchange with Devin.
“You actually quit your job?” said Henry, incredulous, as he lit a torch for the journey. “I mean, I know we talked about it last night but I wasn’t sure you would actually go through with it. You’re just so sensible.”
“Thanks, I guess?” I replied. “I think we’re both rubbing off on each other. You’re actually starting to take care of yourself and think practically, and I’m…”
“You’re what?” said Henry, handing me one of the torches.
I looked sadly down at the ground. “Less rule-bound, I guess. I would never have quit my job before, but our excursion last night into the heart of the earth taught me a few things. Some things are more important than a job.”
“You
are
beginning to sound like me,” said Henry.
“Well, it helps that I have a few thousand saved up,” I said (in a slightly defensive tone).
“And you were being sexually harassed,” he said. “And no one should stay in a job where they’re being sexually harassed.”
“No, I suppose not. Up until now, I’ve always been so loyal, sometimes to my own hurt. Maybe
I’m
learning to take better care of myself, too.”
“In that case, maybe we’re not rubbing off on each other,” said Henry. “Maybe we’re just growing. Together.”
“Together,” I said, knocking my torch against his as though I was giving a toast. “I like that.”
This time we were fully prepared. I had spent the day buying all the supplies we would need in the general store on the mainland: two sets of ruhmkorff lamps, five containers of water, 200 yards of rope, a pick-axe, a small shovel, a miniature stepladder, diving suits, breathing apparatuses, bread, granola bars, and bananas (“that way if we get stuck in the earth,” I explained, “we won’t get scurvy for a couple of weeks”).
“We won’t get trapped down there,” said Henry. “And we won’t get scurvy.”
We made our way through the cave opening where Henry had fought the bear the day before—after spending so many hours exploring the depths of the cave, it was hard to see this part of it as anything but a foyer opening up into something much bigger. It was inconceivable that we had nearly been killed in such a small space; if the bear had attacked us now, I felt quite certain we would have just left the cave before engaging it in combat.
“Yesterday feels like a lifetime ago,” I said quietly. “Like, we were such
babies
then.”
“Isn’t that life, though,” said Henry in the spooky darkness. “We only live a certain number of days. I bet if you looked back over your whole life, you would be shocked by how much happened in a single day.”
“It all sort of blurs together in my mind,” I said.
“Because life un-spools moment by moment.” He turned to face me; his face was glowing, and not just from the torchlight. “So we don’t see how fast it’s going, and how much is happening to us and all around us. We’re lulled into complacency by this most amazing of things.”
“You make life sound so rich, so romantic,” I said. “For me it’s never been anything but drudgery and work. I had to work to put myself through school. I’ve had to work all my life.”
“You’re working now,” he said. “It just doesn’t feel like work, because you’re in love.”
I couldn’t help smiling, in a rolled-eyes, “this is
ridiculous
” sort of way. “And who am I supposedly in love with?” I asked.
“Not who, but what,” said Henry, his eyes still gleaming. “You’re in love with this moment. With your new mission. This cave that goes on and on.”
“Henry, you’re an okay guy,” I said. “You may not have it all together, but you have a way of sweeping people off their feet.”
“Is that what I’ve done?” he asked. “Have I swept you off your feet?”
I smiled again. “It is getting harder and harder not to get carried away with your enthusiasm.”
“Then let it happen!” said Henry. “Don’t try to fight it, just let yourself live the adventure.”
I punched him playfully in the shoulder and we kept walking, for a time, in exultant silence. Somehow the prospect of spending another long evening together didn’t seem so bad now. As we had done the night before, we crawled along on a slight incline for some time until the road leveled out, the roof opened up, and we found ourselves walking down a long, narrow tunnel. Perhaps we had already traversed this path so recently, time seemed to fly faster than it had done on the previous night. By the end of the first hour we could hear the first murmurs of the underground river, safely hidden away behind thick layers of rock, and within another hour we were walking briskly alongside it, as though reunited with an old friend.