The Ring of Saint Michael

Unst, Shetland, 1910 — Dawn. Isla Sinclair held the silver ring lightly between her fingers, the tiny figure of Saint Andrew carved into its band. She remembered the stories her father had told: how Andrew, the fisherman’s patron, protected those at sea and guided the lost, steadying hearts in storms. The silver was cool and smooth, the figure’s posture catching the pale light as if ready to guide, and she traced it with her fingertip, imagining the protection he offered. She slid the ring onto her finger and felt its quiet weight settle against her skin. Outside, the wind whispered across the croft, carrying the scent of sea and peat. The ring did not shout its power, but it reminded her that vigilance and courage, guided by care, could keep her steady. Saint Andrew’s presence, though small in silver, gave her confidence to step into the world fully, trusting that she was watched over, yet free to choose her path.