Is this it?
Yeah. See?
It has to be. C'mon.
Are you coming?
I'm thinking.
Now's not the time.
It's very creepy in there.
Are you sure it's in there?
Positive. Let's go.
But, but what about...
Shhh!
Come on.
WHAAAAHH!
"Kind regards..."
...to Whitby's finest.
Your partner in crime prevention,
"Annabelle."
Annabelle... Annabelle...
Come in, Annabelle...
Dad, sorry, could you not? I was in the middle of
writing a scene. Smoke. Fire. Explosions. The whole deal.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
How's the story coming along, anyway?
Not great. I'm just not inspired.
Inspiration will come. And you'll have plenty of time
to write when you get to the island. You know everybody's
got a story they want to tell or some mystery they want solved.
But you can't rush inspiration.
I know, I know.
I cannot wait to see Gayle. What's it been now.
It's been 15 years, probably? I mean, Maddi was an infant,
Jake almost two?
I'm really glad that we're gonna all be here together.
Aren't you, Annabelle?
Mmmhmm.
You're gonna love this house, AnnaBug. It's a big old house,
it's 200 years old. It's got a widow's walk and everything.
Cool.
I bet it has an interesting history. Inspirational, perhaps?
Hey, where you going?
Well, I might not be able to rush inspiration, but nothing
can stop me from looking for it.
That's actually the definition of rushing it.
Her mind never stops.
Just like her Daddy's.
My fingers have always itched to write.
But inspiration is my nemesis.
It can be hard to find, no matter how hard I look for it.
The perfect inspiration for a future character!
He looks out of place, yet somehow completely comfortable.
This Old Salt is oblivious that one day he might become
a character brought to life in a bestselling novel,
written by the greatest mystery writer nobody's ever heard of.
At least not yet, anyway.
BOO!
Wow, would you look at that.
How is that for inspiration?
Not bad at all.
Annabelle, are you coming?
Uhm. Yeah. Just gimme one second.
It's your imagination, Annabelle. Writer's adrenaline,
that's all.
Never ignore the silent call of intrigue.
What's your story?
Talk to me.
This looks like a kid's handwriting.
Annabelle, you're room is at the top of the stairs!
Okay, you've been here less than five minutes, Annabelle,
and you are freaking yourself out.
See, nothing to worry about. Nice and bright.
Not scary at all, just a little dark.
Okay, fine, it's maybe a little scary...
Get real, Annabelle, you're a wannabe mystery writer.
It's clean.
Nice desk to write at.
Plenty of space to let my mind run wild.
And inspiration?
It will find me.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, what do you think? Do you call this...
Inspiration? Absolutely.
So what've you got there, AnnaBug?
Oh, uhm, just something I found downstairs.
Anything good?
I'm not sure yet.
Hey, you know what I saw out back? An old bike,
so you'll have a way to get around the island.
A bike? You want me to ride a bike?
She wants me to ride a bike?
When in Nantucket...
Yeah, just throw on one of those cute little helmets and it will
get you all over town.
A helmet, too?
Just consider it part of the Nantucket charm.
Awesome.
Hmm.
C'mon inspiration, where you at?
Let's see what you got for me.
"Looked around the Whaling Museum today... I felt like the...
...key should be here, not even sure where I should look."
"What does it even look like? Is this the key?"
What does that mean?
I mean that whale skeleton was ginormous. Only a baby and
46 feet long? I mean that's crazy, right! Oh, and how about
those sailors that sang for a year to keep from going insane
when they were lost at sea. Now there's a story.
What?
Nothing, nothing. I'm just glad you're not too old to
hang out with your old man. I was afraid you'd get bored.
Dad, stop it. You're my sidekick. I could
never get bored with you.
There you are! Come on. Let's leave Annabelle on her own
to explore the island a little bit. Come on.
Bye guys.
Go have some fun.
Hmmm.
It was a zoning violation.
Your life's a zoning violation! AHH!
AHH! That is it!
Ughhhh...
Hand me that synthetic polymer lathe, would you?
That? Uhm, some people would just call it a shovel, but...
Thanks.
So, what happened?
It was the Sankaty Lighthouse, located at 41.2844 degrees north
latitude and 69.966 degrees, west longitude, and 70 feet
or 21.34 meters in height. My version was precisely one fifth
in scale, standing at a height 14 feet or 4.29 meters.
I have a photographic memory.
Wow.
Wait, are you Maddi?
Yeah.
So, that must mean that was just your brother Jake.
Yes, how'd you know?
My Mom was talking about...
Let's go! We're late.
We're always late! See you around!
Yeah, I hope so.
It's looking like Nantucket can be the perfect setting
for a mystery.
Annabelle...
Hello?
You're freaking yourself out, as usual.
It's just in your head, it's just in your head...
Ohhh!
Annabelle...
If Dad's playing a joke on me, it's only mildly funny.
Whaaa!
Mom!
Annabelle! What in the world, what are you doing?
I'm freaking myself out, that's what's going on.
Well you're freaking me out. I found your phone on the ground.
You okay?
Do I look okay?
Well... not really...
Don't answer that, just go back to bed, okay?
You go to bed, too.
Wait why are you in jeans?
I can't sleep. All right? I'm baking. Yes... Muffins.
You're baking? What kind of muffins?
Muffins, your favorite.
There you go.
Ah, thank you. I don't know why we haven't come here
since our honeymoon. What were we thinking?
We obviously weren't.
What do you think was going on with Annabelle last night?
Look, I know I saw something.
You know that stress can bring on crazy things and
everything that's going on.
Mom, I'm not stressed, I don't...
Honey.
It's a habit. Look, I know that there's
a story here. I just don't know where to start.
You know the old woman who owns this house, said that nobody had
lived in it for years. And there's a story behind
everything on this island. Even this house could have a story
behind it. Sometimes the history... is the mystery.
The history is the mystery?
You should start here.
The ten classes are each divided into ten divisions, and each
division into ten sections, giving ten main classes
100 divisions and 1000 possible sections....
You know there are one million possible classifications
available, but they can't spare a single one for graphic novels
in the time honored tradition of Japanese Manga!
Excuse me. Sorry.
You're the girl from the beach, the one who
somehow knew my name.
Yeah. Our parents are friends. They told me that your family
was also visiting the island, and that you were some
math whiz. I took a chance and you were you
and I was right, thank gosh.
So, you're Annabelle?
I am.
My parents told me you'd be here, too.
Well, now that we've been officially introduced,
I need your help.
So let me get this straight. You actually think that
I might've seen something?
Well, you could have seen an apparition, or simply had
a false awakening.
Okay. I don't know what either of those mean, but you're smart,
so I'm listening.
So, you really think you're going to go back to the house
of yours? It sounds unstable.
It could be worse.
Truth.
Okay, well... I think we've got all the information we can out
of these books.
They were absolutely no help.
I have an idea.
Wait. The tour starts at the cemetery. I think there's a
picture of it in this book.
Prospect Hill Cemetery. Let's meet there at sundown.
Maybe we'll get some answers.
Remind me again why I'm being forced to participate
in this witch hunt.
Ghost investigation.
Same thing.
No, not even close. And you're here to keep us safe.
We're in Nantucket. What do you think's gonna happen?
Hi, I'm Annabelle.
Guess I'm here to keep you safe.
Excuse me?
Don't worry, he's harmless.
Oh, okay.
Nice ride.
All right everybody. Settle down.
Now, as you know, my reputation proceeds me. I am in fact...
The Silas Grimm... And this is the one and only
Silas Grimm Authentic Ghost Walk Tour...
You may applaud.
...and I have seen and heard it all, people. And just barely
lived to tell the tales. Take a look around, my dears.
The history of Nantucket and all of its ghosts are here.
Okay, come follow me. Off we go into the spirit world.
What are we even doing here?
Now listen closely to this next tale... Under the full moon,
the Ontario crashed and ran aground on the near by...
Rose and Crown shoal. Many of its crew went missing.
Months passed... then a year, and more. Every day she waited,
through sun and storm, for 15 long years.
Then, poof. Gone.
Some say death due to heartbreak. But in truth,
it was a mystery.
Our next stop will include two houses, with their own
unique tales. Now follow me.
Is this guy even for real? He's more weird than creepy
or ghostly. I can't even take him seriously.
I don't know how you even took him seriously in the first
place. I mean, there's no such thing as ghosts.
Jeepers, Daphne, we'll get to the bottom of this in no time.
Hey. We might get some answers.
Now, here we have the Jared Coffin House,
who built the house in honor of his beloved wife.
Next to the Coffin House is the home Asa Austin Upton built in
honor of his wife, Ophelia, who went insane and died from
drowning in Hummock Pond after she thought she'd been turned
into a bottle-nose porpoise.
The Coffin House was a wedding present...
...and her name was Sarah.
How do you know that?
Everybody who lives here knows that.
Excuse me? Do you think we might go on with the tour before
people start coming back to life?
Down here to the right you'll see where Colonel Wilkinson
built the world's first and only mud-free pig pen... Come along,
come along. So little time, so many ghosts! Keep moving!
My Goodness.... Put a load on it, won't you!
So this, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the only classroom
that survived the Great Nantucket Fire of 1846.
Thank you. And now, we must take our leave, for the...
Ghosts of Nantucket will soon appear.
Mr. Grimm, a word if we may, or rather, an inquiry.
Isn't that right, Mr. Argyle?
Quite right, Mr. Tweed.
Ah, what now?
A point of curiosity concerning a bit of local spirit lore.
A curiosity concerning the sad and terrible tale of...
The Widow in White, who haunts Innishail House.
Oh, scary.
That information was just recently shared at the start of
our journey this evening.
Just recently shared, you say? Why, Mr. Tweed, I believe
we missed the tale.
We did indeed miss the tale, Mr. Argyle. Perhaps Mr. Silas
will repeat the sad saga of The Widow In White.
Oh, dear. Look at the time. It honestly prevents me from giving
you a proper good night, but I will bid you adieu...
The Widow In White?
Has to be. It's a collective apparition.
A what?
More than one person has seen the same ghost. It's more
confirmation that there's definitely paranormal activity
going on in that vacation house of yours.
Not just the vacation house. I mean if you believe Silas,
they're all over the island.
Silas has to know about The Widow In White. I mean, did you
just see his face? And then he said he'd mentioned her.
He said a lot of stuff. Who could keep up?
We have to get to him when he's not on the tour.
Find out what he really knows.
Those guys were seriously weird. I mean who even talks like that?
Or dresses like that.
I think I can help.
I'm sorry. Who are you? Why are you here?
My name is Billy, and I think I know where we can find Silas.
Is it Mom?
Yeah. We gotta go. Can we meet back here in the morning and
maybe figure something out.
Yeah. For sure. Thanks for coming. Bye, you guys.
See ya.
Oh bye, Jake.
Can I walk you back to your bike?
No, no. You don't have to do that.
But, I'd like to.
Ahem...
So you told me you're from here? How long have you lived here?
Since the day I was born. I've never been beyond the
waters around the island.
Have you ever wanted to?
What do you mean?
I don't know. Try something new? Get a change of scenery?
Maybe go on an adventure?
There's plenty of adventure here, trust me.
But yeah, I'd like to be able to leave one day.
Where would you go?
Anywhere.
Well, thanks for making sure I got back safely.
Hey, I guess it's a good thing that you didn't actually have
to protect me from anything. Not that you couldn't because
you could... if you needed to.
If I needed to, I can do just about anything.
Even protect you.
Hmmmm.
I don't have a bike here, otherwise I'd make sure you got
home the rest of the way.
It's okay. I'm sure nothing will get me.
I wouldn't be too sure.
Just kidding.
That wasn't funny. I guess I should go.
Have a good night, Annabelle.
Yeah, you too.
Wait! Will I see you in the morning?
This is it.
So the plan is just to show up at this guy's house and try to
get information out of him?
Yes.
Yeah, that'll totally work.
The door's over here.
Go away! We don't want any!
Good, 'cause we don't have any!
Don't worry. We're harmless.
Wait, wait! Look, it's either you help us, or those two guys
who showed up last night.
All right. All right.
All right, you little weasels. Pretty much everything in here
is priceless, so don't touch anything.
Priceless?
It's a heap of junk.
I would say that nothing here looks like it would be valued
at being worth more than a few dollars.
Oh, really? Is this junk?
Just a little souvenir, I wrestled from the jaws of an
extinct albino gorilla shark.
The very fact that something is extinct, would mean that you
wouldn't be able to wrestle with it. You know, due to
it being nonexistent.
It wasn't extinct until I got done with it.
What do you know about The Widow In White.
I have a little policy. I don't get involved with
the ghosts, and they don't get involved with me.
So basically, you're afraid to tell us.
Pretty much. Plus... I don't like to leave things to chance.
Though in your case, I might make an exception.
What kind of exception?
All you've gotta do is find the Red Queen. What do you say?
I don't want any part of this.
You win, I share what I know. Deal?
Deal.
Your move, gumshoe. Where's the Red Queen?
She is right...
...here!
Fine! A deal's a deal.
Zero, zilch, nada.
What!?
But, I do know somebody who does know or two somebodies.
And that ain't half bad. Tata!
Beadle's Shop.
How did you know where the Red Queen was?
I didn't. But whenever Silas said the Red Queen, he didn't
look at the cards. He glanced at his pocket instead.
You're kinda scary sometimes, you know that?
She's brilliant.
But if you think that's scary wait till you see a ghost.
Wait till you've seen a ghost.
This is it. The Beadle's are psychic mediums. Maybe they'll
have some information we can use, like Silas said,
so we should just go straight in and ask them...
Uhm, you guys go on without me. I'll catch up later.
Wait, Billy. Where are you...
Nice knowin' ya!
You're so obvious.
Oh no!
What's the matter?
Text from Mom. We gotta go. It's our Nana's 80th birthday party.
No it's fine.
Come on.
Uhmm, catch ya... later?
Bye, Jake.
Okay, yeah.
Flower of this purple dye, hit with Cupid's archery.
Sink in apple of his eye when his love he doth espy.
Let her shine as gloriously as the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by, beg of her for remedy.
Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand...
Hello?
Oh!
Phoebe!
Mother!
She's here!
Who's here?
Young lady...
...from the Innishail House!
Ohhh! Well why didn't you say so?
Hello my dear!
So glad you could make it.
You're so pretty! Come sit.
Oh, you were expecting me?
Oh, well, we knew you were coming.
They're just a little hazy on the names.
They? Hi...
What was your name again?
Uhmm, Annabelle. Annabelle Hooper.
I came because I had a quest...
Lillian!
No, no, no, Annabelle.
That is exactly what Lillian said she would say.
I don't know who Lillian is.
Lillian. Lillian Swann?
Oh, who married and became Lillian Caulfield.
The Widow In White?
You mean to say, you've never heard the sad and terrible tale
of The Widow In White...
who haunts Innishail House?
Only until recently... I just wasn't aware of her name.
Some say that she died of a broken heart...
But in truth, it's a mystery.
To this very day, there are those who have seen her at
night between the waxing gibbous and full moon, still in
her wedding dress, roaming the grounds of Innishail House...
You said that you spoke to her...
Spoke? Oh no, never spoke. Certainly not...
Okay, but then how would you...
We read the signs, my dear.
We read the signs.
The Ghosts of Nantucket have ways
of their own.
And they never are quite what you expect.
Oh, dear Phoebe! Is that the time? It is the time!
We're going to be late for rehearsal! Thank you for
stopping by. You'll have to come back when we have more...
time!
I have one more question...
What just happened?
Hey.
Hi! Oh. Thanks.
So, where did you go?
I followed those two men, Argyle and Tweed. They were talking
about some guy called, "The Curator."
The Curator?
Yeah. He has them looking for something that used to belong to...
Captain Caulfield. Something called, "The Eye of the Storm."
The Eye of the Storm?
Wait, there's a note about that in this book.
From what I could tell, it's hidden on the island somewhere
and it's worth a lot of money.
Well, what is it?
They didn't say actually and they didn't hang around for very
long either. After they bought a piece of parchment with
something scrawled on it, they went straight to the Athenaeum
and looked at pretty much everything except the books.
That parchment paper! It has to be a clue! We have to get it!
I guess so. Yeah!
Uhmm. I just remembered, I can't tonight. I promised my family
I'd hang out with them. Can we please meet back here tomorrow?
Of course. I'll look forward to it.
Lillian?
Boo!
So. Not. Funny! Why? Not cool.
I totally got you. I totally got you.
Hey. All right you guys, so, I did some thinking last night
and here's what I came up with...
Mr. Argyle, I do believe our ship is about to come in,
as they say.
I dare say you are right about that, Mr. Tweed.
And now, a most exquisite supposition, if I may.
By all means, Mr. Tweed. By all means.
What if what our employer says is true, and the magic contained
in The Eye of Storm could take us to Fiddler's Green,
just where that lamentable Captain Caulfield landed
all those years ago? Hmm?
I can only conjecture, Mr. Tweed, that such a
development would solely resolve in our gaining possession of
treasures quite beyond the powers of the imagination!
What do you suppose our employer intends to do with
the blasted thing?
Ours is not to wonder why...
At the very least, we'll be in possession of this...
...little island.
Oh, yes, at the very least.
I was thinking a safari range. This continent lacks adventure.
Hey, ah, mister! Help save the whales?
Young man, have you taken leave of your senses?
You can feed a whale with just a few pennies a day!
Feed a... certainly not!
How about five bucks, then?
The nerve!
Ugh! The nerve!
Really you guys, no need to worry about saving the whales...
Look at them, they're huge! What you need to worry about saving
are the manatees!
The manatees? You're joking! They're the cows of the sea!
Who are you calling a cow?
Ignore them both! What you really need to save
are the seals.
The seals?
Well yeah, they're the puppies, the puppies of the sea.
The puppies...
Ohhh!
Egad!
Go, go!
Excuse me! Pardon me!
Wait, so this is where you're staying?
Yeah.
I was expecting something ultra creepy. Not this.
I don't care how nice it is. I would never stay here.
I would.
This coming from the guy, who still sleeps with a night light.
It's a lava lamp. There's a big difference.
Hey, are you coming?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming.
Do you have it?
Thanks. Okay...
Well? What does it say?
Thy father was a sailor man who left what he held dear...
He left his home, he left his love, just as the storm
drew near. He left his heart high up above, then crowned
a rose below. Find them 'fore the full moon fades
to reveal what they bestow.
And what does any of that mean?
A full moon?
It sounds like we need to figure this out before the end of the
full moon. Which means we need to find The Eye of the Storm,
and fast.
Or else Nantucket becomes a giant safari, which would
actually be kinda cool. It would!
We need more clues, right? Okay. There's gotta be something
else in here.
See, this book has been full of clues the whole time.
There's got to be something in that bookcase.
Hear, look at this.
Technically this is still our vacation, so I'm not really sure
if I wanna be doing th...
I did not do that!
Yes you did.
Secret bookcase!
Secret boo... Okay.
Okay, here. Help me pull it out.
It's Captain Caulfield and Lillian.
What are you hiding in there?
They looked so happy.
Yeah.
They were.
What?
Legend is that they were so in love, they couldn't wait to
be married, even though Captain Caulfield was set to
leave the island on a whaling expedition.
They were married one morning in front of only a
few friends and family.
Back then, after a wedding, the groom ascended the church
stairs and rung the bell with five quick tolls to announce to
the entire island that a wedding had just occurred.
But as they say, "The sea waits for no man", and the very next
day, Captain Caulfield and Lillian Swann had to say their
goodbyes. Just before he left, Lillian placed half a locket...
"That you may return to me...
to the end of the world and back."
That night, disaster struck, many of the crew of The Ontario
became a part of what's known as the graveyard of the Atlantic.
But Arthur, Arthur somehow landed at Fiddler's Green;
A Sailor's paradise. Back at home, Lillian refused to
believe that Arthur had died. Every night for 15 years, she
stood at the top of the house and watched for his return.
Then one day, she disappeared.
Some say she died of a broken heart. Legend says Arthur
captured some of the power of Fiddler's Green in the locket
and used it to find his way home. But of course,
when Arthur finally arrived, Lillian was gone.
He was devastated.
But he believed that if he left the power of Fiddler's Green
behind, Lillian and their child would somehow find their way
back to him. So he hid the necklace she gave him in a
cupboard and locked it away with a key. Then, Arthur ascended the
stairs at the church and slowly rang the bell ten times so the
entire island would know he had suffered a loss.
While up there, it's said he carved a heart with their
initials in the windowsill.
He boarded a ship bound for Tahiti, in hopes that he would
again find Fiddler's Green... but he made sure to leave a
note and a key behind...
He promised to wait for them on the shores of Fiddler's Green.
Forever.
That's so beautiful.
Heartbreaking.
You okay, big brother?
Yeah, yeah. It's just something in my eye.
Like an... eyelash.
Okay, uhm. It's too dark to look for any more clues right?
So we should meet back here in the morning and we can regroup.
Where do we even start?
Here.
Okay, so, we've got to get the key to the cupboard before the
full moon. Based on the legend, we should be able to find our
next clue at the top of the steeple.
That's where the heart should be.
Guys...
Jake what's the matter?
I'm not going up there. No. It's just... I'm not. Okay?
He's got acrophobia.
He's got what?
He's afraid of heights.
Shhh!
Shhh, both of you! Jake, please get your thumb outta your mouth.
Let's go. Seriously.
It's up here.
I wanted to go to scuba diving, but no, we just had to come to...
Nantucket for Nana's birthday party. Look where that got me.
Okay, the heart has to be in here somewhere, so just
split up and look around.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, yeah. I'm enjoying it.
There's a bunch of carvings over here.
Hey! That boat looks just like The Ontario!
It is. It was brought back and repaired after the crash.
There's a heart.
That has to be it! AC+LS.
Arthur Caulfield...
and Lillian Swann.
Yes!
What does that mean?
I don't know.
What am I missing here?
Wait. They line up.
The tip is going in that direction, like
an arrow towards the...
The Lighthouse at Sankaty Head.
"Find them 'fore darkness...
"To reveal what... what they bestow."
That's it! We have to get to the lighthouse before dark
to find our next clue.
Okay. So we're good here? We're good?
All right, I'm going.
Yes. Move!
Hello my dearies! Top notch work, I must say.
Although, I must admit it was a bit of an oversight,
not destroying the clue when we had the chance, BUT
we'll be certain not to leave any loose ends from now on.
Stop fiddling with that glove! Give me that!
Ahhh! Oh!
Are they behind us?
No!
Go, go, go.
This is all your fault!
Okay, let's see what else is in here.
Wait, the rest of the pages are blank. This must have been as
far as the writer got.
Let's hope this is as far as Tweed and Argyle get, too.
We've got to get to that lighthouse. Let's move.
Okay. Jake, Billy, you guys look over here.
Maddi, where should we look?
Rose bushes maybe? The clue mentioned a rose.
There's no rose bushes here. Just a bunch of grass and sand.
Look. Argyle and Tweed heard us say where the next clue is.
They could be here any second. We have to go fast.
Look, there's nothing here all right? We must've got the
clue wrong. The heart could've been pointing anywhere.
I'm not even sure what we're looking for.
Exactly.
We'll know it when we see it.
It's just not my day.
Hey, what's this?
Guys? I think I might have found something.
What is it?
They're carvings, I think they're places
around the island.
Looks like a compass!
The Rose and Crown Shoal!
What's a shoal?
It's the shallow part of the ocean. It makes the waters
around here too dangerous to travel in.
Where are you going?
To find out where the arrow is taking us.
Oh. All right. Have fun with that!
There's nothing out here.
Think, Annabelle, think.
Under the full moon The Ontario crashed and ran aground
on the nearby Rose and Crown shoal.
The Rose and Crown is the shoal The Ontario ran aground on!
That's it.
The next clue must be on The Ontario!
It's The Ontario!
There's a guard, get down!
He's leaving. There's our chance.
Don't let the guard see us. Come on!
Over here, stay low.
Guys, I found another heart.
What?
I found a heart.
That's it!
What is it?
It's some sort old combination lock.
How can we work the combination?
It looks pretty simple actually. We just have to turn each disk
until the right combination lines up with the heart.
Five disks with five numbers with a five digit combination
has 100,000 possible solutions. We have to narrow it down.
Try to think of numbers that Captain Caulfield
might have used.
90210?
Wait. 1824. It's on the front of the Innishail House,
it was the year it was built.
That's only four digits. Here, you take photos of everything.
8675309?
There has to be something here that can help.
14650.
That's the distance from here to Tahiti. Captain Caulfield left
here to travel there.
1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue?
Okay, wait. I got it. Let's try. Okay? What is it again?
14,650.
That's not it. Keep thinking.
I got nuthin'.
What numbers could possibly... Wait...
The lighthouse I built out of sand, the one Jake destroyed...
Some would say improved.
If Nantucket is 41 degrees North and 75 degrees West,
and Tahiti is 14650 miles to the southwest,
allowing for approximately 60 miles for every degree...
You know, there's a calculator on the phone you can use.
Shush!
Let her think.
That would place Tahiti at 17 degrees South, 149 degrees West.
Are you sure?
Yes, I mean it's between 17 and 18 degrees South
but it's closer to 17.
Okay, so then the numbers are 17149?
Yes.
Keep your fingers crossed you guys.
Keep a look out.
We did it.
Let's make this fast, guys!
* From Fiddler's Green, for home to go *
* Just a whittling as he goes *
* From Fiddler's Green, for home to go *
* Just a whittling as he goes *
An apparition.
What?
The appearance of a person whose not physically there. So cool.
No, no, I think you mean freaky. It's... freaky.
* Woe The Ontario did roll. Oh Woe, The Ontario did roll *
* Just a whittling as he goes *
That was a great show and all, but where's the clue?
I think that the song is the clue.
Then I should've been paying better attention.
Okay, wait. Fiddler's Green we know about.
"For he was so young"... talking about their baby,
but "whittling as he goes"? "Heart as white as snow"?
Carving something from of wood, wax or soap...
Or whale bone, right? I mean, they're whalers.
Heart as white as snow. He was whittling the key.
A key as white as snow. The key is made out of whale bone!
Let's go to the Athenaeum, dig around, see if maybe we can find
something about whale bone.
What's the...
Atheneum?
Athenaeum. The library. We can see if the librarian can help.
You mean Athenarian.
Clearly I got the brains in the family.
And obviously I got the looks. Right, Annabelle?
Right, Jake.
But uh, seriously, I mean, if we're looking for a whale bone,
shouldn't we just go to the Whaling Museum?
I mean, it literally has the word whale in it.
You are on a roll.
I have my moments.
I like it.
Pretty impressive.
Get down!
Okay, let's go!
All right you guys, let's head back to my house.
We can get our bikes. Then we'll head to the Whaling Museum.
Hey kids, there you are! I was just wondering
what you were up to.
Oh, we just swung by to get our bikes.
Okay, well you just missed two interesting men that stopped by.
Some men?
Yes, said they were historians or something and wanted
a tour of the house.
You let strangers into our home?
Oh, give me a little credit, Annabelle. Now, I stayed with
them the entire time and only showed them the Keeping Room.
For some reason, once they got inside the house, they only
wanted to see that one room but they were really interested in
the pictures above the mantle.
Wait, if Argyle and Tweed didn't find the secret bookcase then
that means they didn't find what they were looking for.
Annabelle?
Yeah.
Somebody called the house for you a girl named Phoebe?
She said she thinks she has something that you might need...
Thanks, Mom.
Have fun!
Something I need...
Okay, I'll meet you at the Whaling Museum!
Hello?
Phoebe?
Prentice?
Anybody here?
It's Annabelle.
Annabelle...
This is when you turn around.
Annabelle...
I knew you'd come.
Lillian?
I tried to speak to you at the home, but there never
seemed to be a good time.
Is there ever really a good time for that sort of thing?
This island it's haunted. Not just by spirits, but by
the past itself... Yet the two are joined forever.
Joined?
We cannot escape our time unless a door is opened by somebody
between the waxing gibbous and full moon. The full moon fades
in a matter of hours but you can free us!
We need the Eye of the Storm.... and I found it.
That may be so but it means nothing if you don't know
what it is...
What do you mean?
Its real power is not what you imagine it to be and it was
not left for me to find. I've been waiting for someone
like you for a very long time, Annabelle.
Wait, who was the message in the bottle for?
Ohhh! Look, Mother! She's here!
There you are!
For you, my dear.
You're gonna need it.
How did you...
Ah, we just know and you'll know when you need it.
Thank you.
Wish me luck!
Luck!
Oh, Billy! Why are you here?
We were supposed to meet at the museum.
I wanted to make sure you were okay.
You did?
Of course. Uhmm, did you find anything new?
I did actually but we can't talk here.
Let's go.
Lillian confirmed that it's what the Eye of the Storm does that's
most important. She has to be freed by someone who wants to
free her. Not someone who wants it for themselves.
So... if someone else gets their hands on the Eye of the Storm,
Lillian is stuck here? In this time and dimension? This place?
Exactly.
She'll never be reunited with Arthur and...
she'll always roam this island.
She'll never find peace.
We have to find that key, but we're running out of time.
Hey.
Hey. We tried the front, it's locked.
Okay, well, there has to be some sort of side entrance. Right?
I guess.
Come on, let's go. Okay you guys, it might be dark in there,
so use the flashlights on your phone. Jake, if you see
someone just say something, okay? Oh!
Over here go, go, go! Shhh. Duck.
Okay, Einstein. You got us here.
Now figure out how to get us inside.
Is breaking and entering out of the question?
Yes.
Then I've got nothing.
Wait, where's Billy?
Come on in.
I thought you said breaking and entering
was out of the question!
How did get in there?
I told you I could do just about anything.
Whoa...
This is the first place that my Dad and I came when we got here.
I can't believe it was right in front of me the whole time.
Where do you think the key is?
We think we're looking for a key made out of whale tooth
or whale bone. Let's split up and have a look.
Hey! Don't touch anything. The last thing we need is to
break a priceless relic right about now.
Ow!
Okay, the key has to be in here somewhere. Just keep looking.
Wait. I took pictures when I was here with my Dad.
Think, Annabelle, think.
1846...
Maddi?
Yeah?
What year did The Ontario crash?
1830. Why?
Lillian waited for 15 years. Which means she must've
disappeared in 1845 but when Arthur returned, she and the
baby were already gone. Could his return have been in 1846?
Yeah. It could've been.
This has gotta be it... Keep looking guys.
This is the key to unlock The Eye of the Storm.
We have it.
I should certainly hope so.
After all that.
Man, seriously?!
Bravo, young lady!
Very cleverly done.
Very clever, indeed, Mr. Tweed.
Though perhaps not as clever as our employer's idea to
follow you... and let you solve the puzzles for us.
Your employer is a deranged psychopath.
Very likely, but at least we'll be paid handsomely.
As you know, that key is all that stands between us
and untold treasures.
If you want the key, you're going to have to
go through us to get it.
Not me. I mean, at least,
not at the same time, like maybe I could be an alternate?
Like sixth man off the bench. That kinda deal I can go in to
give the starters a breather. If need be...
Oh no, young man. This is certainly a full team effort.
NOW!
Get them!
Come on!
Let's go!
Come on you guys!
Where's Billy?
He's not behind us?
No.
Okay. It's fine. He knows this town. He'll be able to meet up
with us. Come on we have no time!
After them, Mr. Argyle!
They're getting away!
The steering wheel is on the wrong side of this car!
Jake, you're falling behind!
Okay I lost my candy bar, I don't know how to ride a bike
and we're getting chased by people that want to kill us!
So give me a break!
Stop complaining!
Come on you guys!
Ohhh, I hate my life.
There they are! Mr. Argyle, step on it!
Stop telling me how to drive!
Cut them off!
Ahh! Look out!
That's them, Mr. Argyle, turn it around!
They're getting away! Turn it around Mr...
Move your cart! Out of the way!
What are you doing?!
Move your blooming cart!
Make a left!
We owe you one, Silas!
Dad!
Hey, kids.
Guys, this way.
Okay? Yes. Guys, come on!
Over here!
Annabelle, we have to get back to the house.
What are you doing?
The boat!
The boat?
Why the boat?
Just trust me, okay?
There they are!
You guys good?
NO!
I've got a plan. You two keep an eye out for Argyle and Tweed.
Billy, come with me.
Okay. Thanks.
How long have you lived here?
Since the day I was born.
I've never been beyond the waters of the island...
You think that's scary? Wait till you see a ghost.
How do you know that?
Everyone who lives here knows...
If I needed to, I can do just about anything
even protect you.
The Ghosts of Nantucket have ways of their own...
and they never are quite what you expect.
You're a... a ghost.
There they come! Come on! Go, go, go!
Guys, They're right behind us.
They're... They're here.
And now, if you'd all be so kind as to "stick'em up,"
as they say in the movies.
You too, young lady! And please, hand over that key! We have the...
Eye of the Storm to retrieve.
You take one more step towards me or my friends...
and I'm throwing the key into the ocean.
Annabelle, if you do that, my mother and I will never
be reunited with my father.
But... you'll get to stay here, with us.
Billy, with me.
NO!
No! The ke... the ke...!
Use your words!
The key is in the sea! The key is in the sea!
We're not... Get it out!
I've got to do everything!
Come on! Don't ask any questions!
I have a lot of questions!
Billy, run!
Hurry up!
There they are! Go get them!
Those are the men trying to take over our island!
No, now you can't take me! I'm innocent, I tell you.
We've got to get that key!
Well hello, Mr. Plaid!
That is Tweed, not Plaid!
It's all your fault. You said Nantucket, I said Bermuda!
Ah...
What are you all smiley about? I mean I can't believe we
went through all that work just for you to find that key and
toss it into the ocean like that.
You saw me throw a key into the ocean...
Yeah...
...but not the real one.
Wait, where did you get a fake one?
Prentice and Phoebe they knew that I needed it. And...
...it turns out I'm not the only curious one in the family.
My dad also tried to solve this same mystery when he was my age.
It was his journal. His clues. I slipped him the real key
outside the theater.
How long have you known?
A while. It didn't take me too long to realize they were
your notes in the journal.
That's right. You're handwriting has not changed much since
you were a little boy.
Ready?
Yeah....
I can't believe it was here all along.
Thanks, Dad.
So, can somebody fill me in on what's going on, cuz' I'm kinda
lost. I mean, I get the key opens the panel.
But, what did you guys find? The Eye of the Storm?
The other half of Lillian's locket.
I believe it's only when they're put together that they
become the Eye of the Storm.
What is it?
It's a picture of my father. It belonged to my mother,
and then when she was gone, it belonged to me.
Wait, a picture of what!?!
This is what Lillian gave to Captain Caulfield the day
that he left on The Ontario.
She kept this half as a reminder of their love.
"Your father was a sailor man who left what he held dear..."
The message in the bottle that was for you?
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa. Back the truck up, people! Okay, if that's a
picture of your parents and they lived 200 years ago then that
definitely means that you... are most definitely... a ghost?
Oh boy.
My father somehow ended up at Fiddler's Green and he
captured some of the magic of the island in the locket.
It finally brought him home.
So Billy left the island to go in search of his father.
I was 15 years old when I left Nantucket, and I died in a
ship wreck not far off the shores...
I never found my father. Until now...
After all that time, after all those years, you...
you finally found me.
And now...
Now I have to let you go.
Are you ready?
I'm ready.
I'd like you all to meet my parents:
Arthur and Lillian Caulfield.
My name is William. William Caulfield.
Thank you.
Billy...
To the end of the world and back.
To the end of the world and back...
Back to Sailor's paradise.
Back to Fiddler's Green.
I kind of liked that kid.
He grew on me, at least.
You and I had some pretty good teamwork back there at the...
Whaling Museum. It's like we read each other's minds.
Pretty cool, huh?
Yeah. That's pretty cool. Mm, hmhmm.
Uhm... Here.
Billy gave me this to give to you. He said he wanted
you to have it. So... there you go.
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
Hey... Sorry, Romeo.
Is that really necessary?
You'll get her one day.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm okay.
I've gotta admit, that that was pretty cool.
It was pretty cool.
I'm so glad I didn't solve the mystery before.
No? Why not?
'Cause it is a hundred times better experiencing it with
you two... my sidekicks.
Dad...
I love you, guys.
Love you, too.
So, that should do it...
You know what? That really was a lovely vacation.
I'm glad you liked it.
How could I not? And I knew that you would. You said so yourself.
I can't believe you figured out...
Yep. You two aren't the only curious ones in the family.
I put the book on the bookshelf so that Annabelle could find it
and continue where you left off.
So she could try to solve the mystery that I never could.
Thank you.
So let's see. Solve a 200 year old mystery. Check.
Save a family doomed to be separated for all of eternity.
Check. Save an island and possibly all of humanity from
enslavement by a nefarious criminal masterminds. Check.
I'd say not bad for one summer vacation.
What's wrong?
Just thinking...
About what?
When Billy first followed Argyle and Tweed, he said he heard
them mention working for someone called "The Curator."
The Curator? You mean they weren't working alone?
Maybe not.
I did think it was weird that two guys like that could even
come up with a decent plan.
And if he does exist
he's still out there.
The vacation might be over, but the real story? Hmm...
Well, that's just begun...