Ghost Whisperer 2
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan7
Chapter 8: Guadeloupe
The next morning, Ed and Ellen awoke.
Ed could hear the low rumble of the engines. He climbed out of bed and glanced through the window.
“Hey, we’re moving!” said Ed, somewhat alarmed.
“Yes. We’re finished with Dominica. Now, we’re sailing to the island of Guadeloupe.”
“Sorry, love. I got confused.”
“Let’s eat breakfast on the bridge again. We can watch the journey as we eat.”
“Sure, love.”
They got up and did their morning routine and dressed in casual clothes.
Hand in hand, they left their suite. Ellen took them up to the bridge.
Captain Leo greeted them.
“Good morning,” he said. “We’ve about an hour before we arrive in Pointe‑à‑Pitre.”
“Thank you, Captain,” said Ellen. “We’ll have our breakfast here and watch the passage.”
Ellen led Ed to the ‘observation seating’ behind the controls. They took their seats, and Florence placed coffee in front of them.
“You’re ever ready for us,” said Ed, smiling.
Florence placed glass containers in front of them, with what looked like a dessert. “These are mango and passionfruit yogurt verrines.”
She departed as she often did. Ed picked up a spoon and tasted. “Ooh! I like that!”
Ellen did the same. “Yes, fruity. I was thinking we can’t get food like this at home.”
“We can enjoy other things there. But we’re here now, and this food tastes incredible.”
They ate their verrines/fruit and yoghurt as they watched out through the windows onto the Caribbean ocean.
One of the crew called out, “Land ho!”
Captain Leo walked over and picked up a pair of binoculars. He used them to scan the horizon. “Confirmed. Guadeloupe is directly ahead.”
“This is exciting,” said Ellen.
Florence returned. She replaced the empty yogurt glasses with warm plates.
“Next, soft herb omelets with chives, tarragon, and a whisper of goat cheese,” she said. Then she was gone once more.
As they ate their omelets, the view of the island got gradually larger.
Captain Leo approached Ed and Ellen. “We’re arriving at the visitor dock at Pointe‑à‑Pitre. Once docked, I’ll get us cleared through customs and immigration.”
“Thank you, Captain,” said Ellen.
The huge Mystic crept up to the customs dock with a precision that belied its size.
Ed sipped his coffee and watched the deckhands secure mooring lines to the dock.
Captain Leo took his satchel of papers and left the bridge.
“Does he do this for every island we visit?” asked Ed.
“Yes. In addition, we need to check out from each island upon departure. He did that last night in Dominica.”
“He’s good.”
Ellen nodded in response.
Various crew were moving about the bridge on tasks. Everyone knew their tasks except Ed.
“So, this is where they film Death in the Caribbean?” asked Ed.
“They film on the island’s opposite side. I’ll know it when I see it. I’ve watched the show for years.”
“Cool!”
“I know. Once we’re done here, they’ll reposition Mystic and anchor off the coast.”
Ed put down his coffee cup. He noticed Ellen hadn’t finished hers.
A few minutes later, Captain Leo returned. “All done!”
“That was fast,” said Ellen.
“We’ve an agent here, and they help smooth out the process. Refueling and provisioning takes one to two hours. Then we can depart.”
“Very good, Captain. We’ll get out of your way.”
They left the bridge.
Ed and Ellen returned to their suite.
“Ed, I want to check in, if that’s okay with you,” said Ellen. She picked up her laptop and took it to a table.
“Sure.”
Ed picked up his phone and walked out onto their private terrace. Ed looked over the side and saw them pumping fuel into Mystic.
When he checked his phone, he had a message from his co-worker, Blake Hill. He called him back. Blake answered on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey there, it’s Ed. I got your message and thought I should call you.”
“How’re you enjoying the Caribbean?”
“It’s awesome! The food is amazing, and we’re sailing to all these cool places.”
“Great. I’m jealous. I just called to check in with you.”
“No worries. Do you need anything work related?”
“Nah, we got it all under control. We’re doing so much better than our former employer. We’ve signed up several new clients.”
“Woohoo! I’m glad I’m not holding anyone up. I don’t think we’re gonna be back for a while. Sorry about that.”
“You’re good. Because of you and Ellen, we all have our jobs. Nobody thinks badly because you’re away on your honeymoon. You deserve to have fun.”
They talked for a few more minutes before he ended the call. He felt relieved that his absence hadn’t caused a problem back home. Blake was doing great as a manager.
Later, Ed felt Mystic moving. The engines and bow thrusters coaxed it away from the dock. Ed returned inside to see Ellen.
“We’re moving again,” he said.
“Good. It should be two to three hours to reach our next stop. What would you like to do?”
“Let’s visit the bow and check out the view.”
Soon, they left their suite.
Ed and Ellen arrived at the bow of Mystic. By now, the yacht was heading south to sail around the South West point. The sun was high in the sky, with blue skies in all directions. The wind was blowing against them.
“This is nice,” said Ellen.
Ed looked over towards starboard at the coastline. There were sandy beaches with palm trees. “Really nice.”
Soon, Ed saw a flash of silver in the water. Then another.
“Ellen, look! Dolphins.”
The water erupted. A dozen dolphins arced out of the sea in perfect unison, bodies slicing through the sunlight and falling back into the water.
“That was incredible,” said Ellen.
“I think our friend is back. Perhaps he needs something. I’m going to the stern to ask him.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Sure.”
Hand in hand, they walked. They reached the stern, where the swim platform had guardrails in place. A dolphin was waiting there for him, easily keeping pace with Mystic.
“Hello O’win,” said Ed.
“Did you enjoy the show?” said O’win. “I told them you’d like it.”
Just then, another synchronized leap — this one higher, tighter, almost choreographed. Ed could feel a few drops of water from the splash as they landed. Ellen chuckled.
“They like showing off?”
“They practiced.”
“Please tell them we enjoyed their performance.”
O’win dipped below the surface for a moment. He returned a moment later.
“They like you. They don’t understand how we communicate, but they sense your kindness.”
Ed rested a hand on the guardrail. “I’m glad they’re here. Do you need anything from me?”
“Not at present. We’re just sharing the ocean with our friends. What brings you this way?”
“Ellen wants to see where they film a TV show called Death in the Caribbean. They film the show just further up the coast.”
“Ah, sounds like fun. One thing I learned as a dolphin is to have fun.”
Just then, a dolphin mis-timed a leap and splashed down crookedly.
“He’s new. He wanted to impress you.”
Ed grinned. “Please thank him for us. Also, warn them to keep clear of the props. I don’t want anyone harmed.”
“Of course, Ed. If we can be of service, just ask.”
“Will do.” Ed waved at O’win, who disappeared into the water.
Ed turned to Ellen. “We have friends.”
“We do.”
They walked together inside.
About two hours later, Ellen got a call.
“Hey, Ed. We’re arriving!” she said.
“This is where they film that show?”
“Yes.”
“Awesome. Would you like to watch from our private terrace?”
“Sure.”
They walked out onto their terrace, which was a level below and forward of the bridge. It gave them a perfect view ahead.
Mystic came around the peninsula, giving them a view into the next bay.
“That’s Deshaies, where they film the show,” said Ellen.
“Awesome. And we anchor somewhere here?”
“That’s for Captain Leo to decide. I gave him my requirements.”
“If they’re filming and look out toward the water, Mystic could appear on the show,” said Ed.
“That’d be cool. I’m looking at the beach and everything, but it doesn’t look like I expected.”