The Pretender: Island of the Haunted Page #3

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that might be on that island.

What is it you say

you did again?

I'm an archaeologist.

Well, Mr. Archaeologist,

if the answers you're diggin' for...

are on that island,

you'd be better off not knowin' them.

Something that offended God himself

happened on that land.

Only evil leaves

that place.

I ferry people back and forth

from it, period.

Hell, if I was

to capsize right now...

even with this great

bloody storm comin'...

I'd rather take my chances in the sea...

than set one foot on that land.

Please,Brother Rinaldus, we're scared.They

don't call it the devil's storm for nothin'

I speak for everybody when I say

that we'd all feel safer if we left.

- 'Tis a huge storm, Brother Rinaldus.

- Agreed.

But I strongly believe its course'll take it

As a matter of precaution, we could arrange

for a couple of shallow boats to evacuate...

come morning,

if the storm changes course.

I fear it will change course.

It's time for a cleansin' storm to come.

We bear responsibility

for the souls on this isle.

Yes.

Please, Brother, please.

Aye, very well-

though I think the two of you

are being overly fretful, as usual.

I'll arrange to have

the shallow boats prepared for dawn.

Thank you, Brother.

Excuse me. To whom does one speak

about accommodations?

That would be me. I am Brother Rinaldus.

This is Brother Menenicus and Brother Clote.

I can't say as I was informed

to expect a stranger.

My name is Jarod.

I'm looking for refuge.

I was told that no traveler seeking

sanctuary on these shores would be turned away.

Of course.

Brothers, please.

Thank you.

Watch your step. Much of the monastery's

over 700 years old...

all built by

the brothers before us-

most of whom were

better brandy makers than masons.

So the rumor that the monastery was built

by an offshoot of the Knights Templar is true?

True or not, questions like that should best

be addressed to Brother Rinaldus.

Though I doubt anyone

can picture me...

as belonging to some

secret society of warrior monks...

unless, of course, the weapon of choice

were skin and bone.

By modern standards,

the amenities are primitive...

with no electric, no phones

and very little running water.

This will be just fine.

As a matter of fact, it sort of reminds me

of the place I grew up in.

Think of the isle as a good place

to get away from the modern world.

- And what about other visitors?

- Visitors?

Let's say someone was

looking for me.

If someone were looking for you, or you were

lookin'for them,you'd be in the wrong place.

For centuries the Vespasian Brothers

have made this a place of refuge.

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