Pacing back and forth on the Widow's Walk overlooking the bay and the vast ocean beyond it, Abigail nervously awaited the arrival of her first guests. They were coming by boatóEthan's boat. Ethan and Tony Harridan, the town's sheriff, a sometimes-permanent resident of the infamous Inn when he wasn't working at his job on the mainland, met their first adventurers at the dock in Caleb's Cove. Once the group had gathered, they were to board the Abigail for a sightseeing cruise along the coastline and the sea-lanes between the various islands to the Inn on Adam's Pointóall part of the package.
       Knowing it would add an air of mystery to the Inn, formerly known as the foreboding Pierce House, Abigail and Ethan set the stage for their guests by having them approach the house overlooking the bay in a modern day, state-of-the-art, two-masted schooner. It was up to Ethan and Tony to mesmerize them with tales of Abigail's and their own ominous beginnings in the house, and how the Inn came to be. The stories included: the relic of the Royal Knight, the significance of the special Land Grant displayed in a frame on the wall, the haunting strains emanating from an elusive Stradivarius, and the legend surrounding Adam's Point. And, of course, there was the possibility of becoming entangled in a web the Inn might weave. Ethan brushed over the fact that he was the first person who dared sail into the Bay of Death alone. And announced that the guests now had the honor of being the first full ship's complement to break the curse on the bay leading up to the old Pierce House, now officially known as The House On The Bluff.

       Abigail smiled inwardly wishing she could see the looks on their faces while held in the grip of the stories. She was afraid her first guests might take one look at the place, even though it was all the publicity said it was, bolt and change their minds once the Abigail dropped anchor. Then Ethan and Tony would have to turn around and take them back to Caleb's Cove, and she would be alone again on Adam's Point. Well, not really.
       The brochure assured those who sought a new and different vacation that they would not be disappointed. It trumpeted a vacation hideaway that had no electricity, no running water, pumps only, no central heating system, no phones and no television. It also boasted of fabulously appointed rooms, fireplaces, breathtaking ocean views, swimming, underwater caves, sailing, and a touch of suspense and intrigue.
       The beautiful crystal clear bay had a special attraction. For centuries, it was noted, no ships, sail or otherwise, had ventured upon the waters leading to the House On The Bluff, due to the nefarious blot upon it. Since the time of the pirates, the sound had been known as the Bay of Death, not only for the ships who were ensnared within but also for those who sailed aboard them. Now, however, any brave soul who cared to dive beneath the sea, properly attired in protective gear, could take the time to wander among the wreckage of the ships that lay scattered on the bottom of the bay. Ships that had in times past attempted to sail into its watersóthat is, if one had a mind to venture forthóat their own peril.

       Abigail wondered if anyone would want to leave after the first night's stay. Well, there's no point in worrying about that now, she thought. She brightened when she saw the top of the sail on the Abigail approaching the bend and heading for the bay. As the schooner turned into the cove, unexpectedly a feeling of nervousness overwhelmed her. This was her first attempt at running an Inn. Although everything was pristine, all her supplies and equipment, flashlights and lamps, water basins and towels, bed-sheets, blankets and bedspreads were new and ready, she felt a twinge of misgiving.
       A year had passed since she first stepped foot onto the property on Adam's Point known as the Pierce House. Many times during her long trial she wondered if she would survive the tests she had been subjected to in order to assume ownership of the House On The Bluff. It had been vacant for more than a century, since no other member of the family actually attempted to claim the estate. During that period in time she had met, fallen in love with, and married Ethan. Tony, by their side from the beginning, a true and trusted friend, was best man. She often wondered what she would have done if Tony hadn't made it a point to be there for her while Ethan was on the mainland attending to business. And then, of course, there was Jacob. Jacob, as far as anyone could tell, was the oldest member of the community. He had decided after years of mental torment, both in his sleepless and watchful state, by the disembodied permanent residents of the Pierce House that it was long past time he joined them, and with open arms happily entered their realm.
       It was Ethan who had suggested and put into practice the changes Abigail wished for, to transform the House into an Inn. The live-in apparitions made it known when they didn't like a particular modification and, therefore, it was not done. Ethan had signed the contracts with all the workmen, then left the details up to Abigail. But unknown to Ethan, Jacob, now the apparitions' "Ambassador" to the living, had a major role in making the decisions, and many changes were quashed due to the apparitions' objections. They had been there, most of them, for centuries, and liked things the way they were.
       Abigail wasn't sure how they would react to guests at the Inn. Jacob said it would depend. When she asked him what he meant, his cryptic answer was that the Others may have a different opinion about strangers in their house, and could get quite obnoxious about it. She would just have to wait and see.
       She looked around. No one was there. Not Jacob, not the Pirates, the Redcoats, the Colonial Soldiers, the Vikings or any of her permanent spirits. She laughed nervously. What am I worried about? Ethan is coming in with an entire ship's company of guests. Maybe Jacob and the Others are going to let my visitors relax first before they start.