Chapter 477

Eleanor narrowed her eyes, her mind racing. Three people—herself, Susan, and Simon—had all drifted from the waters near Chicago to Pear Blossom Island. The ocean was vast, its currents unpredictable, yet they had all ended up in the same place. That was no coincidence. For a long time, Eleanor had suspected the presence of a hidden ocean current—a natural pathway between Chicago and Pear Blossom Island. Ocean currents, unlike the chaotic randomness of drifting, followed fixed patterns. If she could find that current now, she might be able to use it to return home. But where was it? She scanned the turbulent sea with sharp, unwavering focus. The storm raged on, wind and seawater lashing through a crack in the boat’s hull, drenching her from head to toe. Behind her, Lilly's cries and sobs echoed in the confined space, each one a stab to Eleanor’s heart. She wanted nothing more than to comfort her daughter, to hold her close and tell her everything would be fine. But right now, survival c