I look forward to our next meeting, Mr. Watson. When I return to Willondale, I will send you some bottles of good wine. The summer is coming to an end. I will miss the summer of 1854, miss you, and be with you. Adventures in Moon Bay with Ptolemy."
He let go of Shade's hand and looked at the waves again:
"When I get old, I may talk to my children about the road we walked in this city and the story of this summer. Although it is wrong to say this about the two heroes and their friends, I I'm even a little reluctant to let this summer end like this.
A person doesn't have many opportunities to do great things in his life. What happened last fall was not great, but what happened this summer is really amazing. How about calling this story "The Legend of Moon Bay"?"
Shade didn't speak any more and looked at the sea. The sea was really beautiful.

Chapter completed!