Chapter 16

After getting dressed we walked back a different way. “We’re lost, aren’t we?” I asked, watching the sun settle down toward the sea. “Uh, no, I meant to come this way,” lied Steve, but then we came around a path crossing the dirt road we were on, and saw the remains of an airplane.

“Oh my God!” breathed Steve. “This is an old war bird! World War II, there were soldiers here too, I bet. Let’s look it up back on the ship! If they have power yet.”

Our next turning found us by a cabin, very rustic, but with a large antenna on top of its roof. “Ham radio,” Steve mused. “I wonder if anyone’s home?”

Someone was, and we were invited in. Actually he let us phone home on his radio, and told us the war history of the island. He said he used the plane as a teaching device for the kids and had gotten some so interested, they had gone to a bigger island to go to college. He was also a teacher in his own way.