Standing on the pier waiting to board the ferry, she slowly took in all that surrounded her. The water of Lake Huron was a clear, pale blue; she could see the bed of rocks at the bottom, the plants dancing around in the soft current of the great lake. She watched the lights dance and reflect on the surface, almost completely still, save for the light ripples that spanned out towards the horizon. She smiled as she watched the ducks move cautiously out of the way of the ferry, one small duck in particular waiting too long and having to dart aside at the last second. She sighed contentedly, melting into the soft, steady breeze moving around her, wrapping her hair around her face. She noted the similarity in the light scent of the lake, and the lakes she remembered from her home. The lakes back in North Carolina could hardly compare to this. They were murky and shallow, and most of them could be seen all the way across from any side. This water seemed to be more pure, more captivating, more beautiful in every way imaginable.

She admitted that this was by far the most spectacular thing she'd ever seen. This thought brought with it a strange and unwelcome feeling of guilt; she'd left so much behind her. She'd packed up and said goodbye to her whole world without a second thought. The faces of the people she loved flashed in front of her one at a time: her mother and father, her brothers, Jeremy, Matt, Stephen, Johnny, and T. She missed them all terribly. She hadn't wanted to leave them. She would have brought them all with her if she could have, but none of them knew the real reason she'd come in the first place. There was no way they could understand how she'd lied to them all for more than two years.

"Joceyln." Tawny's voice broke her thoughts and she looked around, realizing that the ferry was finally boarding. She walked slowly behind her new family, pushing the guilt from her mind as she stepped on to the upper deck of the large boat and found a seat.

"Stevenson ferries makes the trip to Mackinac Island in sixteen minutes, making our fleet the fastest." She vaguely heard the dull voice on the intercom begin with the mini-tour, and she automatically tuned it out. She looked out at the vast body of water, noticing a parasail boat in the distance. She smiled to herself, thinking that she would love the chance to do something like that. She closed her eyes and keyed her body to the light swaying and bouncing of the waves, relaxing as the air around her quickly cooled and the wind began to whip her hair behind her furiously.

When she opened her eyes the ferry was at a different dock. The water looked the same, just as beautiful as fifteen minutes before, but now there was quite a scene in front of her. She stared ahead at a coastline speckled with 200-year-old manors, now converted into hotels or bed & breakfasts. The bike rental station next to the dock was one of about twenty spread throughout the small island. She noticed this just in time to hear over the intercom that cars were banned on this island. Everybody traveled by foot, bike, or horse. This amused her, and as she followed the others off the dock and onto a crowded street, she found herself surprised by the monstrous horses pulling carriages past.

Tawny, taking charge as usual, stepped ahead of the group and turned around, ready to give her directions.

"So, I figured we'd just walk around while we're still fresh. We can eat later, take a carriage tour, and then ride bikes. Does that sound good to everybody?"

There wasn't any need to answer her question; it was rhetorical. Tawny made plans, people went along with it. That was just the way things went around here. Something else she would have to get used to.

They walked slowly down the sidewalk, watching tourists and locals alike race past them on their bikes. Her grandmother had a bad leg, forcing them into a lethargic state of being, even on this humid summer day. She hadn't been prepared for it to be so hot in Michigan. Coming from the south, she'd just assumed that it would be much cooler. She was hot-blooded, and had already begun to glisten slightly. She could already tell this was going to be a long day.

She could hardly justify being upset, though. They were really trying to make her feel at home. Tawny had come to her the day before and told her to pack a bag for two days and be ready to leave at four o'clock. She hadn't tried to hide her surprise. She even called her mother to know if she knew what her little sister was up to. She remained anxious and in the dark until they ended their three-hour drive in a little town with inns everywhere called Mackinaw City. She'd wondered restlessly what point there was to coming here, until they were at dinner that night. As they made their way to their outside table, Adam took her by the arm and turned her around. That was the first time she'd seen Lake Huron.