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Johnny Dixon
Johnny had moved in with his grandfather and grandmother, who lived on Fillmore Street in Duston Heights, an old manufacturing town north of Boston. When he had first arrived, he had been sunk in grief, but over the years he had come to look on Duston Heights as home. Johnny took the wheel from his dad. It vibrated under his hands as he clenched his fingers around the spokes. He turned the wheel right, and then he turned it back left. That is, he turned it to starboard and then to port, in ship terms. The Swordfish made a long, lazy S curve in response. Still, Johnny felt a sense of ownership.
He told the boat which way to go with the wheel, and it obediently turned in that direction. Major Dixon took the binoculars and went forward. Johnny nodded. Whenever his dad let him steer, he always liked to pretend he was at the wheel of a pirate ship. Those were famous movie stars who had made pictures about pirates good pirates who had fought against evil governors or admirals. Johnny loved to read books about the old-time buccaneers too. Others were true stories about real pirates like Captain Kidd, Edward Teach better known as Blackbeard , and Gasparilla.
In fact, Johnny did more than just read about pirates. Lately, he had started a new hobby. He put together wooden models of sailing ships.
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Their masts sagged and their lines drooped, and the paint jobs were blotched and streaky. He might instead stop and offer to help them, she said. But Johnny was getting better. When he got back home, he planned to start a new model, of the Hispaniola , the schooner in which Long John Silver and young Jim Hawkins had sailed to Treasure Island.
He leaned to the right to look ahead. The land was closer now. He could see colors, the hazy yellow-white of sand, the misty gray-green of trees, and here and there the glare of sunlight reflecting from the windows of houses or the sides of cars. The lighthouse began to look like a lighthouse, a tall, tapering tower of white against the darker land and the blue sky.
Between the Swordfish and the harbor entrance, half a dozen sailboats were tearing along under their triangular white sails. Major Dixon came clambering back. Lots of small-craft traffic dead ahead. You go forward and help me navigate! Sure, said Johnny, giving up the wheel.
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He took the binoculars and went to the rail again. Johnny looked at the sailboats through the binoculars. Many of the people aboard them wore life jackets, as Johnny and his dad did. Some were just in bathing suits. Johnny turned the binoculars on the Live Oak Key Lighthouse. He swept them up from the base of the tower to the top. For some reason, whenever he looked at the tower, he always felt a peculiar kind of chill. Sometimes he even shivered a little. He clenched his teeth now, but he still felt his breath coming a little faster and the hair on his arms trying to prickle up. The tower was clear in the binoculars, its white-painted bricks flaking in places and streaked with rust in.
The gallery—the railed platform that ran around the light chamber at the top—was empty, as always. The light was not on during the day. Gulls swooped around the top of the tower.
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And then one of the gulls stopped and just hung in the air, right above the tower dome. It was darker than the other gulls. In fact, Johnny decided, it was black as it hung there against the blue sky. He had never seen a black gull. Johnny slowly lowered the binoculars.
He swallowed hard. In the pit of his stomach he felt a sinking sensation, as if he were on an elevator that was going down fast. Something was about to happen. He would bet his life on it. Major Dixon was a no-nonsense sort of man. It might have been different if Professor Childermass had been along. The professor was short, crabby, and temperamental, but he always listened to anything Johnny had to say, and he would never snort in disbelief.
Maybe too, nothing bad would happen. Sometimes Johnny got strange premonitions, and most of the time they did not come true.
That was one of the curses of having a good imagination. Major Dixon slowed the boat even more. They glided right past the base of the lighthouse, which stood on its own small corner of the island. Then Major Dixon turned right. Live Oak Key was what is called a barrier island. It rose from the Gulf of Mexico about a mile from the mainland. Between it and the rest of Florida was a flat, calm stretch of water called Alachamokee Bay.
The island itself was home to a community of fishermen, guides, and boat people.
They were a cheerful, loud bunch, and they knew the Dixons well. Johnny heard high fluty calliope music, like a carnival melody. Along the bayside waterfront, he saw people holding on to helium balloons.
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They were wandering in and out of white canvas tents. The smell of cotton candy drifted across the water, with the sound of laughter. Johnny asked as they glided close to the marina where they would tie up their rented boat. Looks like some kind of celebration.