"Miss you. I saved Stanley from a terrifying"--
Should I say "scary" instead of "terrifying"? It's fewer syllables.
You're way overthinking this.
The scryer bowl only gave us a short connection with Dad last month.
We all have a lot to say. It's important to be efficient.
Mom, where's your card?
I'm good, baby. I'll speak from the heart.
Sweet. Is everyone ready?
Indeed I am.
Stanley's scared to get too close to the bowl after last time.
I am not scared.
I am keeping watch.
First, the personal object of Dad's.
I gave this to your dad on his 30th birthday.
It was his favorite toy as a kid, but he'd lost it.
I won this one in an online bidding war.
Goodbye, Pyramid Peter.
And now your offering, Mom.
This name tag is from my first big museum job.
Kids.
Dad!
Kids, is that you?
"Miss you. I saved Stanley from a scary messenger creature."
-Alex, are you all right? -I got trapped in a painting.
-"We returned more artifacts. And"-- -The briar is turning red.
Pan, stop yelling! Dad, speak up.
I can't. The skittering.
I don't want them to find me.
-Who's "them"? -We'll kick their butts.
Alex, the briar has been telling us which artifacts to return.
I think what you're doing is working. I can feel it.
Keep listening to the briar.
I miss you, Alex.
You heard your dad.
We've got to follow the briar to the next artifact.
Well, Hisa's painting had red thorns around it.
So did the paintbrush.
But after we ended the curse on it, the thorns turned back to green.
So the red thorns wrap around the artifact we need to deal with next.
Well, that is the hypothesis I'm currently favoring, yes.
Let's track down some red thorns.
Red thorns. I found red thorns.
I promise I was looking for the red thorns, but this caught my eye.
A pirate's got to accessorize.
The briar led us to the cloak,
so it must be the next cursed thing we need to deal with.
The question is how?
Let me try it on. We'll see what happens.
As lovely as that sounds, Pan, it's too dangerous.
Danger is where I thrive.
Stanley, cloak me.
Larry?
I saw strange creatures in the eye of a storm.
It was…
exhilarating.
What do you think this means?
I took a class on ancient textiles in grad school.
This pattern is Celtic.
So we gotta return it to wherever Celtic things come from.
That could be anywhere in northern Europe.
Wait a minute.
I remember seeing this while Larry and I were cataloging.
-I don't see that island on this map. -Well, it's the best clue we've got.
I'll ring Margie to see if she's up for a jaunt to Scotland.
Alex still drowning in work, huh?
Yes. Sometimes it's like he's in another world altogether.
That's gotta be tough.
It's been really hard on the kids.
They haven't gotten to spend much time with him lately.
I meant tough for you.
I'm fine.
Really? You look like you got things on your mind.
It's just family stuff.
Well, just know that when you're ready to talk about this stuff,
I'm here to listen.
No judgments.
Hey, I see the island.
What was that?
Just some turbulence.
Is everything okay?
Oh, yeah.
One time Rufus and I pulled off an emergency landing in a polar vortex.
We can handle a little fog.
I'm not sure I can handle it though.
That sounded bad. Is it bad?
Yeah, I'd say it's bad.
One of us will stay to help you.
Nah, go do your thing. I can take care of Rufus.
We're a good team. Isn't that right, old pal?
You think the cloak's curse is connected to these shipwrecks?
Could be. I wonder if there's someone we can talk to around here.
I can hardly see more than a few inches ahead of us.
Hey, fam!
Check this out!
Seriously?
Dad is stuck in a statue, and you're collecting sticks?
No. We'll use them to feel our way through the fog.
Actually, that's pretty clever.
How are we supposed to de-evil this cloak?
This island is empty.
What were you expecting?
A sign saying, "Return your cursed cloak here."
Russ?
I'm okay. I tripped.
It looks like our yard during that gopher infestation.
These bones are fresh.
Someone or something ate the fish recently.
What do you mean by "something"?
I bet that person knows.
Hello?
Excuse me? Can you help us?
Well, I mapped out the red thorns in the eastern rooms, as Sky requested.
How's the western half?
Coming along.
Oh, Larry, this is artistry.
I had no idea.
Standard treasure map template.
Being in Hisa's painting reminded me of my love for art.
I haven't explored my creative side in a long time. It's refreshing.
Give me your map, Stan. Let's slap them together and call it a day.
It's a work in progress.
It's something.
Change of plan.
Let's go through the eastern rooms together.
I'll call out the red thorns to map, and you paint them.
I've got to do everything around here.
Where'd our mysterious friend go?
I say we start our search there.
Hi, we didn't mean to alarm you. I'm Sky Vanderhouven.
I wanted to--
Well, that was rude.
She looked spooked.
How about I try to speak to her alone?
One-on-one.
Less threatening that way.
You go help Margie with the plane, and I will meet you back there. Okay?
Please, I don't want to hurt you.
I don't like spying on Mom.
We can't leave her alone up here, Russ. That lady is creepy.
What if Mom needs our help?
We want to return something that belongs on this island,
but we don't know how to do it.
That's the only reason we came here.
If you can answer a few questions, we'll get out of your hair
and leave you to your…
digging.
Are you a gardener?
I have-- I had an herb garden.
I've been preoccupied.
Truth is, my husband turned to stone.
Worst part is he knew it was going to happen, but he never told me.
And now, I'm leading the kids through this series of seemingly impossible tasks,
but sometimes, I'm just as scared as they are.
We get to speak to Alex once a month for hardly any time at all,
but the kids dominated the whole conversation.
I barely got to say hello.
I know they miss their dad, but I miss my husband.
Mom needs some time, Pandora.
Let's go back to the beach.
I love my family more than anything.
But there's no space for me to have feelings of my own.
There you are. Sorry for the rambling.
This is the artifact I wanted to ask you about.
Wait. What happened?
Come back.
Help! Hello!
Kids?
Anyone?
Hello!
It's our fault Mom is sad.
I know.
I guess sometimes I forget she's got more going on than just being our mom.
Pan? I don't like the look of that.
What in the--
These are the craziest weather patterns I've ever seen.
No kidding.
It's like we're inside a snow globe that someone keeps shaking.
Should we go back for Mom?
I don't even know where we are.
Much less how to get back.
We're on the sand. That means we must be close to Margie. Come on.
-Margie! -Margie!
Let's keep looking for Margie.
You've made me watch a million movies featuring dark seaside caves.
None of them ended happily.
Russ, it's another shipwreck.
Wow.
The square-mile-to-shipwreck ratio on this island is super high.
I know. It's so cool.
Sometimes I can't believe we share DNA.
This is so gross.
Hey, Pan, look.
"Log of Ronan StClair, captain of the ship Dimitry's Revenge."
No way! A captain's log!
"Day 15.
The tales of violent storms sinking any ship that approaches Seulah Island
must be false,
rumors spread by weaker men who failed where I will succeed.
Dimitry's Revenge is only one day's journey from the island,
and the ocean remains clear as glass.
Soon my crew will be fishing along Seulah's bountiful shores
and raiding the ships of those who didn't live to tell the tale."
That clearly didn't happen.
That's all he wrote. Not a word about a cursed cloak.
What the codfish?
Well, this is a new one even for me.
Russ, do you hear that?
Yikes.
The tide is coming in. We gotta get out of here.
Okay, now.
It's getting higher.
Run for it!
Russ, what are you doing?
It's a message in a bottle. It could be important.
I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but be careful.
Trust me, I'm trying.
Yes! Horus for the win!
"All ye who travel here, beware the selkie trapped on the island.
She attracts fish, but it's a ploy.
She beckons storms. She will destroy you.
Do not fish here. Save yourself. 'Tis too late for us.
Captain Ronan StClair and the crew of Dimitry's Revenge."
A selkie! Of course!
What's a selkie?
It's an ancient mythological creature who is a seal in water
and a human on dry land.
There's only one human on this island besides us and Margie.
The cabin lady. She must be the selkie.
And we left Mom alone with her.
Mom! Mom!
Mom, are you here?
It stinks in here.
Now the fish bones make sense.
She's half seal. That's what she eats.
We're just looking for our mom.
Sorry we broke in, but…
Why does she keep doing that?
These sticks were harpoons.
She thinks we're here to hurt her, Pan. That's why she's scared.
We really gotta find Mom.
-Mom! -Mom!
Rufus!
Mom!
Russ! Pandora!
Russ, look! I found Mom!
Pandora, are you both safe?
Yes, we're fine.
Mom! Hang on. We'll get you out.
Grab the other end of the cloak so I can climb up.
Mom, we figured out that the cabin lady is a selkie.
What? I had no idea they were real.
Check it. We found a captain's log in a shipwreck and a message in a bottle.
I take back every time I said reading was boring.
This is incredible.
So the selkie is causing the storms and the shipwrecks.
How is she doing that?
According to myth, when a selkie comes on land, she sheds her skin to become human.
She needs to put the skin back on to return to seal form.
Because of the selkie's connection to the sea,
mourning her lost skin seems to cause deadly storms.
So the cloak is the selkie's sealskin?
That's why Larry felt a storm when he put it on.
She must think someone buried it, and that's what she's been digging for.
It's coming together now.
Someone took the selkie's cloak, trapping her on the island,
so she would keep attracting fish for people to catch.
Poor thing.
Let's get her back out to sea.
This is yours, right?
We don't want to take anything.
We came here to give this back.
You're welcome?
Awesome!
Oh, no, Margie!
Oh, Rufus!
Unbelievable.
What amazing creatures.
Ready to go?
What happened to you over there?
I got stuck in a hole.
Stuck?
And what were you two doing while your mom was in a hole?
Feeling guilty for not considering her feelings.
Yeah, we're sorry we didn't let you talk to Dad.
We get that him being…
busy hasn't been easy for you either.
Tell us when you're frustrated though. We can handle it.
Yeah, you're always strong for us, Mom.
We can be strong for you too.
Thank you, my loves.
Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the role as your mom,
I forget how brave and mature you've both become.
I don't wanna pry into family business, but, Sky, I got questions.
Dead end. That the last of it?
We have mapped all the other red thorns. I'm sure of it.
Guess we're done, then?
It's quite remarkable, really.
The pattern resembles a flower.
I see a giant squid.
What do you think it means?
It is unclear to me.
We'll have to bring it to the family's attention when they return.
Now, what say we unwind with some croquet?
Only if I can be the ball.