Love Unspoken

Chapter 1580 Quinn was totally confused. "Wait, Kyle and the others haven't found this place yet?" Alexander shook his head. "Nah, they're way out at sea. It's gonna take them a while to get here." He went on, "Plus, we're thinking of turning this place into a supply station. Otherwise, they might end up starving out there." Quinn raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a huge job." Alexander nodded. "Exactly. That's why we waited until things calmed down before bringing you here. But hey, we can start by clearing the weeds since we've got nothing better to do." Quinn looked at him like he was crazy. "Are you serious?" Alexander laughed. "Isn't it kinda funny?" Quinn forced a smile. Nope, not funny at all. This place was massive, and there were weeds everywhere. How long would it take for just the two of them to clear it all? After they ate, Alexander got up and headed outside.

Quinn didn't want to stay inside alone, so she quickly followed him. Even in daylight, the place gave her the creeps.

She caught up to him and grabbed his arm. "Are you sure we can develop this place?" Alexander nodded. "Yeah, I think so. This place isn't even in the country. Look at those mountains behind us; the only way in is by helicopter. Judging by the buildings, it's been abandoned for at least fifty years. No one remembers it." He glanced back at the endless mountains and then at the vast ocean ahead. "Even though the tide comes in every night, these houses haven't been flooded. It's a good spot." The tide had gone out, revealing a big stretch of beach. The ocean seemed far away now.

Alexander suddenly asked, "Ever gone clamming?" Quinn shook her head. "Nope." Alexander looked around but couldn't find any tools. He picked up a random stick and led her to the beach. Quinn asked, "What are we doing?" Alexander grinned. "Clamming." Quinn gave him a skeptical look. Alexander seemed like he was on vacation, but this place was anything but a vacation spot.

Quinn had never tried clamming before. She kicked off her shoes and followed Alexander onto the beach. After the tide had receded, there were all sorts of things on the sand. She bent down and picked up an orange starfish. Quinn smiled. "This is pretty. I can take it back as a decoration." Alexander added, "There should be clams and razor clams around here." Quinn squatted down and used a stick to dig around. She found sclams but no razor clams.

Quinn asked, "What do razor clams even look like?" "Over here," Alexander called, waving her over. Quinn hurried over and saw two bamboo-like things sticking out of the sand. "Are these razor clams?" she asked.

"Yep," Alexander confirmed, trying to pull one out. It was stuck tight, and after a long struggle, he ended up breaking it.

The other two had already burrowed back into the sand. Quinn was surprised. "They can move?" Alexander nodded. "Yeah, they're alive, so they can move." Quinn grabbed a stick and started digging around. She saw a bunch of them but couldn't catch any. "If Sprout and Brandy were here, they'd have a blast," she said.

Alexander smiled. "We'll bring them next time." Quinn agreed, "Yeah, but let's wait until this place is ready. It's too dangerous right now." Alexander nodded. "For sure." There wasn't much in the shallow water, so Quinn wandered further out. She saw crabs, sstranded shrimp, and fish she didn't recognize. She hadn't had this much fun in ages. Soon, she was covered in sand.

Alexander followed her, watching her run around in the sunlight. For a moment, it felt like they were back in their younger days.

Quinn was just as carefree back then.

She picked up a large conch shell and waved it at Alexander, showing off her find.

Alexander quickened his pace and walked over. Quinn handed him the conch shell. "Look, I've never seen one this big. It's bigger than my hand." Alexander took it and examined it. "Wow, that's impressive." Quinn tossed the conch shell to him and kept running ahead. She spotted a small puddle and exclaimed, "Is that an octopus? I just saw it burrow in!" She was both excited and scared, asking Alexander to get the octopus out. Alexander picked up a stick and went over, digging around the sand. The octopus was still burrowing. He quickly grabbed one of its legs and pulled it out. Quinn wanted to help but was scared of the suction cups. "Forget it. Let it go." Alexander reassured her, "It's fine. I've almost got it." With that, he pulled a large octopus out of the sand.

He threw it on the beach, and the octopus wriggled around. Quinn was so scared she ran away. Alexander found it amusing. "Weren't you the one who wanted to catch it? Why are you running?" Quinn replied, "It's too scary. It's huge!" Alexander laughed and shook his head, letting the octopus burrow back into the sand.

Alexander reminded her, "Don't run too far, or you might get lost." Quinn glanced back at the fishing village and realized they had run quite a distance. The village was shrinking in her view, and the houses looked like tombstones.

She suddenly felt a reluctance to go back.

After running on the beach all morning, Quinn was exhausted. In the end, they didn't find much except for the conch shell and a few starfish.

She returned to the fishing village, tired, and plopped down on a stone by the roadside. "If we lived by the sea and relied on clamming for a living, we'd probably starve." Alexander chuckled. "Witharound, there's no way I'd let you starve." Quinn glanced at him and suddenly said, "When I was far away, these houses looked like tombs. Why was this place abandoned?" Alexander speculated, "Maybe everyone just left." "Is that so?" Quinn asked.

Alexander nodded. "What else? There are lots of mountain villages that get abandoned because people leave. This place is no different." Quinn accepted his explanation. "Alright." Feeling hungry, she took out two pieces of bread and took a few bites.

Alexander said, "I'm gonna check out sother places. You wait here." Quinn was stunned. He still hadn't given up on exploring. She grabbed his arm. "Don't go." Alexander reassured her, "Don't worry, it's daytime. It's fine. Maybe I'll find a house without coffins." Quinn hesitated. The coffins in the room last night had kept her from sleeping, so she also wanted to find a house without coffins. But even if they found one, it didn't feel like it would be much better inside. But Alexander had already made up his mind and walked deeper into the village.

Quinn quickly put down her bread and hurried after him.

"Are you really going?" she asked.

Alexander replied, "We've cthis far. Do you think I'm joking?" He had already reached another house. He kicked open the door, and this house was even more terrifying. There were three coffins neatly placed in the hall, scaring Quinn into hugging him. "Don't go in. Let's move on," she urged, pulling Alexander to prevent his curiosity from making him open the coffins.

To be honest, Alexander really wanted to see what was inside those coffins, but Quinn wouldn't let him.

He had no choice but to leave this house and go to another one.

This house didn't have coffins in the living room, but there were three rooms. Alexander opened the first door, and there were no coffins inside.

Quinn's face lit up. "Could it be that this house doesn't have any?" Alexander didn't answer her but walked to another door and opened it. No coffins inside either, which surprised him.

"Looks like this will be our place for tonight?" he remarked.

Quinn nodded. "Possibly." Then, he opened the third door.

Inside, there were about seven or eight coffins neatly placed, with one even having a black-and-white photo hanging on it.

As expected, Quinn screamed in fright again.

Alexander casually closed the door, hugged her, and patted her shoulder. "It's okay. It's fine." Quinn trembled with fear, clutching his clothes tightly. "Let's not explore anymore. Almost every house has them." Her voice was tinged with tears, clearly very scared.

Alexander agreed. "Alright. Let's go back."

Quinn nodded. She followed Alexander out of the village and back to the beach. She insisted that ut Alexander bring out their luggagen because she didn't plan to stay indoors tonight. Alexander complied with her request, bringing out their luggage and placing it where the tide wouldn't reach. But it was still close to the house, so it wasn't much different from being inside. Quinn refused to go back in no matter what. Alexander said, "Then I'll go gather sfirewood." Quinn nodded and then reminded him, "Don't open those coffins." Alexander replied, "Got it." If Alexander listened to her advice, he wouldn't be Alexander.

Since Quinn didn't follow him, the first thing Alexander did when he entered the house was ouse was to open the coffins. However, they were all sealed. He pushed for a long tand couldn't open them. So, he moved on to another coffin, but it was also sealed. He finally found one that wasn't sealed. When he opened it, there was nothing inside. Alexander stared at it for a while, then closed the lid.

The room was dark and eerie, yet Alexander could nonchalantly push those coffins. If someone suddenly chere, they might not be scared by the coffins but by him.

After a while, Alexander cback with a bunch of wooden planks and threw them on the ground.

Quinn stared at him. "Did you go look at the coffins?" Alexander denied, "No."

"You definitely did. Don't I know you?" m Quinn insisted, glaring at him. Alexander chuckled "There was nothing inside. Why are you so scared?" Quinn asked, "Nothing at all?" Alexander confirmed, "Yeah, I checked. They were empty." Quinn asked, "Then why do they have so many coffins in their houses?" Alexander was stacking the firewood as he said, "Well, that's something we'll explore tomorrow."