The thunder of the waves crashing in the small rocky cove echoed the thunder crashing in Liza's head. She knew what she had to do, but she was filled with grief over the idea of leaving the island, and especially, over the idea of leaving her father behind. She had taken care of him since her mother died. She was all he had. "How can I do this?" she thought. And, as if in answer to her question, a fish appeared in the shallows of the cove, staring at her with one penetrating eye. Instantly, her mind was back in New York City, her gaze locked into place with that of the old man.
Liza shivered and she tried to shake off the memory. She could not. It lived within her, as real in its way as the rock upon which she sat. Why did it have to boil down to such a terrible choice?
She looked up and saw her father's boat coming in. She ran to meet him on the dock. Liza wanted to give her father an enormous hug. Who could know when she would see him again? Then she saw the traps. Everything after that was a blur, but she was acutely aware of one thing. She heard her father say, "I'm thinking of going with you to this magic land of yours."