Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 981

Chapter 981: Chapter 981

They spent midday exploring the stones. The children stayed under Susan’s care, tracing moss shapes with twigs. Scarlet and Serena uncovered carving: a council of watchers and humans, sitting together, sharing scrolls and tokens. Layla found glyph books baked into clay sheets. Emma recorded every etching.

Jude and Grace followed a stairway down to a subterranean chamber beneath broken columns. The earth still hummed here, a quiet heartbeat that echoed in their footfalls. Stone benches ringed the center where water seeped through cracks. Petals stained from past offerings lay on arches overhead. Jude’s pulse quickened.

He reached out and traced one of the watchers’ symbols painted on a column in cobalt pigment. A rush of recognition pulsed through him: memory of meeting watchers first in orchard, of building ribbons of story. Grace placed her hand over his. "It remembers us."

He exhaled. "Let’s add to it."

They placed tokens here: the watcher shard, ribbons, petals, seeds. Echoed vows: We remember. We stand. We flow forward. The tile boards Lucy and Emma carried were laid upon benches. They inscribed new markers: the date, the names, the promise.

In the vault’s hush, their voices carried loud. Grace read aloud the vow. Flint flared and lanterns revealed carvings on walls: watches sharing fish. Songs painted in relief. The watchers had built community here too.

Jude shivered. "We join their story."

They packed up and returned above ground. The river mouth shimmered beneath golden sun. Boats lay broken on banks. A dock splintered under grass. Fish remained abundant near the mouths. Scarlet gathered small flounders in nets, Serena dried them on racks. The wives cooked, children ran barefoot.

By dusk, the camp pulsed with new memory: recorder’s notes, tokens piled on stones, watchers’ glyphs spiraled in clay bowls filled with petals. They lit fire near river to hold vigil.

Jude stepped forward to speak: "We stand at Ostia. A place of memory built by watchers and humankind. We claim it today as part of our home, not to possess, but to remember together."

He held Grace’s hand, and they spoke vows together.

The wives murmured affirmation.

John reached upward. Watchers dwelled in dusk, forms drifting out of mist, hovering above the river.

Some drew nearer. One brushed petal from bowl. Another surveyed tokens. One stood by watching the children.

They remained peaceful, observant, but not withdrawn.

Night settled in calm. The watchers lingered at the boundary of camp, not in orchard. They formed gentle circuits, gliding in loops above water, and returning to watch fires. The wives carried lanterns to welcome them.

Jude and Grace walked together, lantern light pooling on water. "They stay here," he said. "They accept us as caretakers. Not above or outside."

"Beloved," Grace said softly. "Not subjects, but family."

He lowered his head to kiss her.

They stayed two nights at Ostia. During the day they repaired the dock, cleaned rooms by the river, painted watchers’ glyphs on broken walls, arranged tokens. At night, more watchers emerged, dozens of shapes shimmering blue and silver. More connections formed.

Then on the third dawn, watchers did something unexpected. They converged upon the bridge ruins, standing statuesque in the center stones. Mist circled them. They assembled in a line across the broken span.

Grace watched from the high bank. "They’re making passage."

Jude answered: "They’re inviting."

Members of the wives’ group moved to the bridge edge. Scarlet stepped onto stone; Serena followed; Rose bowed to water; Susan touched a glyph; Layla knelt and laid seed.

Then Jude stepped onto the center stone.

Watcher forms turned, bending, shimmering, parting. Grace and the others followed across ruin to join him. Small careful steps as currents slid through their ankles, but watchers steadied the mist, kept path dry.

When everyone was across, the watchers assembled around them on the other side, a clearing where reeds brushed their knees. The air stilled. Then water from the river lapped at watcher edges as though infinity.

Jude reached out, letting the water touch his fingertips. The watchers moved forward, mist curling under his palm, a silent pulse. Grace did the same. They closed their eyes. Each wife did likewise.

Memories awoke: planted orchard, first watcher meeting, birth of children, binding of ribbons. They stood together there, an image held in ancient memory.

When eyes opened, the watchers had parted. Light touched the water like stars flickering fallen. Their forms drifted upward then away, but left behind a line of glowing glyph-stones set along riverbank, guiding back to orchard.

The wives wept quietly, overwhelmed. They had passed test, not by strength but by memory, unity, shared story.

Jude drew them together, cross-holding Grace. "They accept us, and in turn we accept them."

They returned across bridge. The watchers remained on the river side, but each step they took forward, a watcher’s shape followed a few feet behind, absence turned into presence. At the camp, candles burned. The wives fell asleep clustered at fire pit.

Jude lay folded around Grace, watching watchers pass at boundary. When they disappeared with dawn, he knew the watchers had chosen their story.

Days passed at Ostia. Gardeners built fish racks and scatter seeds. Lucy and Emma sketched wall paintings. The children learned glyph counting under Grace’s lesson. Scarlett taught spear-fishing. Serena showed knotting for shelled baskets. Susan carved a bench for watchers’ rent. Layla wove wreaths to leave on broken bridge.

Each evening they held show rituals: storytelling, codifying glyph connections, teaching watchers through action rather than ceremony.

On the fifth night, watchers did something new. They stepped through the broken arch of the old church wall, once a sanctuary, now ruin. Lanterns hung behind removed by Grace, revealing watcher forms coalesced within the old space.

Their shapes stood tall and clear. They did not speak. No hymns, only presence, quiet but capacious.

Jude and wives formed a semi-circle. Grace stepped forward, then Scarlet, Susan, Rose. Each bowed, offering watchers petals and tokens. No speaking necessary. Their movement carried weight.

The watchers responded with light, flowing through arches, pooling in floor square stones.