Ghost Whisperer 2
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan7
Chapter 2: Repatriation
“Where is the ghost from?” asked Ellen, her face illuminated by the flickering candlelight.
“Dat name Waitukubuli is a Kalinago name for Dominica. He must have come from there. It’s just over one hundred miles from here,” said Florence.
“Florence, tomorrow we’ll retrieve his remains. Can you find us a shovel and something to transport his remains in? It needs to be something respectful.”
“Yes, I’ll have it ready tomorrow morning. How’s your dinner?”
“Delicious! Thank you.”
Florence left them. Soon, the dessert course arrived.
Later that night, Ed and Ellen returned to their suite.
“Oh, wow! Someone turned down the sheets,” said Ed.
“That’s like they’d do in some high-end hotel.”
Ellen disappeared into her walk-in closet to change for bed. Ed just stripped down to his boxers. He dropped his clothes with a soft thump onto a nearby armchair.
“And we could press 1 to order anything we’d like at any time?”
“Yes. They work for us. Are you still hungry, husband dear?” Ellen’s voice, warm and smooth, cut through the quiet.
“No, I’m full. This is mind-boggling.”
Ellen emerged, the silky sheen of her sleepwear catching the light. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s get a good night’s rest so we’re prepared for tomorrow.”
They sank into the cool, expansive king-size bed, the air conditioning whispering a steady, almost imperceptible breeze.
“Of course, dear. Sorry. So much has happened, I feel overwhelmed sometimes.”
“After breakfast tomorrow, we’ll find the remains of that ghost. Then I can direct Captain Leo to set sail for Dominica.”
“I thought we’d just play around on jet skis or do touristy stuff. I didn’t think we’d be off on a quest,” said Ed, a note of playful surprise in his tone.
They slid together, the smooth sheets cool against their skin as they cuddled. A soft kiss, a shared breath.
“Ed, this is our first night together.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Ellen raised her eyebrows, a playful glint in her eyes.
“Oh, right!”
The next morning Ed and Ellen awoke tangled in each other’s warmth.
Ellen stirred, her voice a soft murmur against Ed’s chest, “Hello, love.”
“Good morning, my love.”
The air in the room was thick with the sweet scent of lingering intimacy. “Let’s take a shower, and we can eat breakfast.”
They rolled out of bed, the cool air raising goosebumps on their skin as they padded towards the master bathroom. The vast shower, gleaming under soft lighting, was stocked with an array of enticing toiletries.
Ed started the water, having figured out the controls. A cascade of warm, steaming water erupted, filling the enclosure with a gentle roar and a fragrant mist. They showered together, the water sluicing over their bodies.
“We must do this together forever,” Ellen declared, her voice bright, a smile clear in her tone.
“Absolutely!”
Soon, they left their suite holding hands, stepping out into the brighter light of the ship. They met Florence in the main dining room.
“Hello, do you have a more intimate area where we can take our breakfast?” asked Ed.
Florence, her uniform crisp and immaculate, offered a polite smile. “Certainly, Sir. Please follow me.”
Ed and Ellen followed Florence as she led them towards the stern of the ship.
“By the way, I found the items you’ll need for later,” she said, her tone discreet.
“Thank you.”
They climbed stairs and emerged onto an upper deck. She led them to a secluded table nestled in a cozy nook on a patio, overlooking the cove.
“Perfect!” said Ed, the open air a welcome change.
“I can take your breakfast order and have it served here.”
They ordered coffee. Florence left them.
“Is the ghost visible on the beach?” asked Ellen, her gaze sweeping across the cove.
“Yes, he’s there.”
“I suppose he can’t go far from his remains.”
“Exactly.”
Florence returned with a tray, a steaming pot of coffee, and ceramic mugs. She also included a plate piled high with pastries.
“Thank you, Florence. We’ll see you later,” said Ed.
Florence nodded and departed. Ed poured the rich, dark coffee.
They both sipped their coffee, the warmth spreading through them.
“Ah, this is our favorite part of the day. I’ve been thinking about a complication,” said Ellen.
“What complication?”
“If we find the remains, there’s a lot of paperwork to import them into Dominica.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” The relaxing tone suddenly felt more serious.
“I’ll make some calls. Don’t you worry about it for now.”
Ellen picked up a nearby phone that Ed hadn’t noticed until now. She whispered into it before placing it back down.
Ed sipped his coffee, his gaze drifting back to the bay. The ghost, a pale, shimmering figure, stood motionless on the sandy beach, waiting.
The phone rang again, and Ellen picked it up. She spoke briefly, her words clipped and efficient, before ending the call.
“We need to take photos of the remains with a phone, so they’re geo-tagged. I have to send them to my agent in Dominica,” she said.
“Wow! That was fast.”
“I have staff to deal with complications.” Ellen said. She smiled and sipped her coffee. She continued to impress Ed.
After a satisfying breakfast, they visited their suite. Ellen took her phone and tucked it away. Then they walked to the stern. Florence waited with two guards and a slightly larger motor launch.
“Are we ready to go?” asked Ellen.
“Yes. I have a shovel and a wooden box aboard,” Florence replied, her tone businesslike.
They got into the motor launch. One guard expertly navigated them to the beach.
The sand crunched softly underfoot as Ed, followed by Ellen and Florence, walked over to the ghost. The guards stayed near the motor launch.
Ed gestured to the ghost and marked the sand with his foot.
He turned to Florence. “Please ask him his name.”
“Ki non ou?” she said.
“Mwen rele Arico,” said the ghost. Ed repeated the words.
“His name is Arico.”
“Please tell him we’re going to take him home,” Ed said, his voice laced with a gentle resolve.
“Arico, n ap mennen w lakay ou nan Waitukubuli.”
The ghost smiled and nodded.
“He’s thrilled about that. Now we must find his remains.”
“Arico, ki kote yo antere kò ou a?” asked Florence.
The ghost turned and walked towards the treeline.
“He’s moving, just follow me,” said Ed, his eyes fixed on Arico.
Ed followed Arico into the forest, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. They found the collapsed remains of a lean-to shelter, its ancient wood bleached and weathered by time.
“Step back a moment,” said Ellen. She captured the moment on her phone.
“Okay, continue.”
Arico pointed under the pile of sticks.
“He’s pointing here,” said Ed.
“I’ll go fetch the shovel and the box. I left them in the motor launch.” Florence left them in a hurry.
Arico stood there, waiting.
“Ed, once you expose his remains, step back and I’ll take more photos.”
“Understood,” Ed replied, his hands already working, carefully removing sticks and debris.
No digging was necessary; the bones lay just beneath the surface of the collapsed shelter.
Ed stepped back, and Ellen took more photos.
Meanwhile, Florence returned, her pace brisk, accompanied by a guard carrying the box and shovel.
Ed took the box and placed it beside the remains. He gestured to Arico, picking the bones up and putting them in the box.
Arico nodded, showing understanding. “Tanpri kontinye.”
“He said to continue,” said Florence.
Ed kneeled and carefully picked up the bones, one by one. He placed them into the box. He glanced at Arico, who nodded and pointed at various bones.
Ed collected all the remnants he could find. Arico pointed at a stick, which Ed picked up.
“Padel,” said Arico.
Even Ed figured out that word. It looked weathered, with a faint carving visible on one side. The surrounding sticks and debris had seemingly protected the carving, allowing it to endure.
“This is important. It may help to confirm his origin,” said Ellen.
Ed placed the item into the box. Ellen took a photo of it all inside the box.
Ed glanced at Arico, whose dark eyes met his; a subtle nod passed between them.
“That’s everything,” said Ed.
He secured the lid on the box, and they all returned to their motor launch. This time, Arico accompanied them.
They returned to Mystic.
Upon arrival, Ellen’s voice cut through the air, “Florence, can you see this box has a safe storage place aboard Mystic? We must take it to Dominica.”
“I’ll find a place where no one will disturb it.”
Florence and one guard left with the box. Arico followed them, his gaze lingering on Ed for a moment.
“Ed, I have things to do. I’ll meet you in the main lounge soon,” said Ellen.
“Okay,” Ed turned to a crew member. “You can pack up; we’re leaving soon.”
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