Ghost Whisperer 2
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan7
Chapter 6: Kalinago
Ed and Ellen returned to their suite and were preparing for sleep when the ghosts Conner and Jane arrived. They floated down through the ceiling.
“Ellen, we’ve got visitors. Conner and Jane are back,” said Ed.
“Oh, good.” Ellen sat on the plush sofa and patted a spot for Ed to sit beside her.
Ed sat and turned to face Conner. “Conner, I assume you have something to report?”
“Yes, we found the cove. Then we waited for nightfall and observed a boat arrive. They unloaded cargo and took it to a building nearby.”
“That tracks. And you have the location of the cove and the building?”
“I do. Do you have a map of the north-west of the island?”
“We’ll get one. Please hold on. Ellen, he needs a map.”
“Go up to the bridge and ask Captain Leo for one,” she said.
Ed stood and left their suite.
On the bridge, he found Captain Leo on night watch.
“Excuse me, I need a paper map that shows Dominica, especially the north-west part,” he said, his voice clear.
“One moment.” Captain Leo rummaged through a map drawer and retrieved a map.
“Please return it once you’re finished with it,” said Captain Leo.
Ed descended and returned to their suite. He opened the map on the smooth surface of the circular table. Ellen approached and peered at the map.
Conner floated above the table and pointed to a location.
“This is the cove. The building where they hid the cargo is that one.”
Ed took a pencil and circled the cove and the building.
“So, a boat arrived this evening, and they took the cargo there. This is good news,” said Ed, his excitement palpable.
“Yes. I don’t know how often they bring in their cargo. We should try to catch them in the act.”
“Agreed. So you’ll have to return and watch for more activity.” Ed’s voice lowered slightly. “I talked to the CIA contact in Antiqua, his name is Lucas Brooks. He said they have a regional anti-smuggling task force. I expect they’ll need time to reach the cove.”
“Ideally, they should arrive when a boat is delivering cargo.”
“If you can watch the cove for activity and report to me, we can establish a pattern. I’ll pass it on to Mr. Brooks. Tomorrow we’ll go visit the Kalinago people. I made friends there, and I can ask them to watch the building.”
“That’s good. Local people blend in better than visitors. Tell them to keep their distance, as these smugglers will kill to keep their secrets.”
“Understood. Ellen, can you please arrange a visit to the Kalinago people tomorrow?”
Ellen picked up the phone.
She returned soon. “It’s all arranged.”
“Thank you, Ed. We’ll return to watch the cove. We’ll report back when we see another boat arrive,” said Conner.
“Wait, there’s one more thing,” said Ed.
Conner turned to Ed. “What?”
“I met a ghost pirate ship today. If you can find them, they might be useful.”
“That sounds interesting. Okay, I’ll see you later.”
Conner and Jane floated out through the wall.
“Ellen, they’re gone,” said Ed.
“Let’s get to bed. We’re busy tomorrow.”
The next morning, Ed and Ellen awoke.
Something was different. From the window, Ed’s ears caught the distant, rhythmic thrum of activity, a gentle percussion against the morning stillness.
He rolled out of bed and peered outside the window. They’d tied Mystic stern-in to a dock.
“We’ve moved!” he said, the words carrying a note of surprise.
“Yes. Captain Leo took us back to the marina. We’re to visit the Kalinago today.”
“Of course, dear. Shower?”
Ed took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
After the invigorating spray of the shower and dressing, Ed noticed a flashing red light on the intercom. He tapped it, and a message bloomed across the screen: “Breakfast on aft bridge deck.”
“Breakfast, dear?” he asked.
“Sure.”
Hand in hand, they stepped out of their suite.
As they emerged onto the aft bridge deck, the warm Dominican air hit their senses. The dock below buzzed with a low hum of activity, a tapestry of creaking wood, distant shouts, and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.
Florence greeted them with steaming mugs of coffee, the familiar aroma filling the air.
“Awesome!” They settled at the table and picked up their respective mugs, the ceramic warm against their hands.
Before they’d taken two sips, the staff moved with quiet efficiency, placing plates before them.
“This is a Greek yogurt parfait bar, with honeycomb chunks, toasted pistachios, and rosewater‑poached apricots,” said Florence.
She placed a woven basket on the table. “And these are croissants, pain au chocolat, and almond brioche.”
The golden-brown pastries gleamed in the morning sun.
“Wow!” said Ellen.
Florence and the staff departed. Ed reached for a croissant. “They spoil us rotten.”
Ellen served herself some honeycomb, yoghurt, and apricot. “Yes. Is it working?”
“It certainly is, dear.”
“Good. After breakfast, we’re off to visit the Kalinago.”
A few minutes later, Florence returned with two more plates. “This is a crab and avocado eggs Benedict with citrus hollandaise. Enjoy!”
She left them alone once more.
Ed tasted the hollandaise sauce, a creamy, tangy explosion on his tongue. “Oh, this is good! This had better be the end, as I don’t want to feel bloated.”
“Agreed,” she said. Ellen raised her hand, and Florence reappeared. A few words exchanged, and she retreated once more.
After savoring the last bites of their breakfast, Ed and Ellen returned to their suite before heading to the stern. Ed remembered to bring the carved wooden pendant with him.
Two bodyguards stood sentinel on the dock.
As Ed and Ellen stepped ashore, they all walked to the marina parking lot. The same sleek black SUVs waited for them. Ed met Ellen’s gaze, the warmth of her hand a gentle pressure on his arm.
“Yes, they’re ours. My security team got them for our needs.”
Soon, they entered an SUV. The two SUVs pulled away from the marina and headed East.
The journey unfolded through a blur of green foliage, the air growing warmer and thicker with the scent of tropical blooms.
About fifty minutes later, the rumble of the engines softened as they approached the Kalinago village.
The SUVs stopped in front of a familiar building with a thatched grass roof. Inside, people were sitting and drinking tea.
Ed and Ellen stepped out, the sun warm on their faces. Ed wore the pendant over his shirt to make it visible.
Joachim emerged from the building, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Welcome Ed, boyez and true friend of the Kalinago.”
Their hands clasped, a firm, respectful grip.
“I must talk with you,” Ed began, his voice earnest. “I need your help.”
“Then you’d best come inside and sit with us.”
Meanwhile, the ghostly duo Conner and Jane floated in the sky above the smugglers’ cove. Below them, the ocean was a vast expanse of shimmering blue. It was daytime, and no boats were visible.
“Jane, based on our experience, the smugglers won’t be around during the daytime. I have an errand to run. Will you stay here or travel with me?” said Conner.
“What kind of errand?”
“Ed mentioned he saw a ghost pirate ship. I’d like to enlist their help if I can.”
“Okay, I’ll come with you.”
“Understand they’re from a time long ago, when attitudes towards women were different. They can’t harm you, but they might offend you.”
“I understand. I’m coming with you.”
“First, we float upwards until we see them. Then we fly to meet them,” said Conner.
Conner ascended effortlessly into the air, followed by Jane. She was new to all this flying, but she learned fast. Conner leveled off and scanned the distant horizon. The wind whistled softly around them.
“Aha! I found them!” he said, his voice triumphant.
Conner and Jane zipped downward and toward the ghost pirate ship. Conner noted her progress and saw she was keeping up. Perhaps he could make use of her abilities once the smugglers were over.
Soon, Conner and Jane stopped a few yards off the starboard side of the ghost pirate ship.
“Ahoy, the pirate ship! Request permission to come aboard,” Conner yelled out.
“Granted, for you and yer wench.”
Inside the building, the air was thick with the earthy aroma of brewing tea. Ed and Ellen sank into the provided seats. A cup of steaming tea, its warmth radiating into their hands, was pressed into each of their palms.
Joachim’s voice, a low rumble, broke the quiet as he turned to Ed. “So, please tell us how we can help you?”
“I recently met the ghost of a young lady who was killed by smugglers. I believe she discovered their activities on this island, and they killed her to silence her.”
“Smuggling and drugs are a cancer on this island,” Joachim stated, his brow furrowed. The words hung heavy in the air. “It hurts everyone who comes into contact.”
“Agreed.” Ed’s gaze was sharp. “I asked this ghost and another ghost to discover where the smugglers operated. They returned with a location.”
“So, the ghosts told you where they operate?”
“Yes. I intend to arrange a raid by a regional anti-smuggling task force once I’m certain we can catch them in the act. I was hoping your people could observe them from a safe distance, of course.”
“Of course.” His tone was reassuring.