by Audrey McClellan
A love story with a sea view. . .
The Island was a dream floating on cerulean water, its outline etched by jagged crags covered with deep pine forests that were dark on the most sunlit days. It rose from the ocean as a silhouette hovering in the misty haar that made it impossible to tell where sea left off and land began.
Ancient mariners named it Eilean Dubh, the Dark Island, in the Gaelic.