Emily Windsnap and the Monster From the Deep (2 page)

But it was real. And it was my new home.

“Where’s your dad?” Mom joined me on the deck, straightening her skirt and bending down to check her reflection in a metal railing.

I pointed ahead. “Helping Archie.”

Mom looked slowly around the bay. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she murmured as she grabbed the railing. “Someone’s going to have to pinch me.”

“I’ll do it!” Dad’s head poked out of the water, a glint in his eyes as he wiped his floppy wet hair off his forehead. Mom smiled back at him.

A second later, the side doors crashed open and Millie clambered out. “Tell you something,” she said, rubbing her large stomach. “That slippery
elm mixture works wonders on seasickness.” She covered her mouth as she hiccupped. “Especially washed down with a spot of brandy. Now, where are we?”

She squinted into the sunlight. “That’s it!” she said, pointing across at a wooden ship lying on a slant in the bay. It had three tall masts, polished pine railings, and a name printed on the side:
Fortuna.

“That’s what?” I asked.

“Your new home. Archie told me.”

I looked at Mom. “What’s wrong with
The King of the Sea
?” That’s our boat’s full name. I’ve lived on it with Mom all my life.

Millie pinched my cheek as she squeezed past me. “Well, your dad can’t live with you on a regular boat, can he now? Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the place for you.”

Dad swam around to the side, staring across at
Fortuna.
“Flipping fins! A little different from where I’ve spent the last twelve years,” he said as he reached up to help Mom off the boat. Dad was in prison before we came here. He’s not a criminal or anything. Well, he broke the law, but it was a stupid law. He married a human. That’s my mom. He’s a merman. Makes it a little difficult when she can’t swim and he can’t go on land, but they manage somehow. She used to be a great
swimmer till she was hypnotized into being afraid of water. Neptune did that, to keep them apart. She’s still nervous about it now, but Dad’s started teaching her again.

Mom hitched up her skirt and stepped across onto the jetty. It led all the way out to the ship, bouncing and swaying on the water as we made our way along it.

I climbed aboard our new home. It was huge! At least twenty yards long with shiny brown wooden decks and maroon sails wrapped into three neat bundles. It lay perfectly still at a small tilt, lodged in the sand. It looked as if it had been waiting for us.

I stepped into the cabin in the middle of the boat and found myself in a kitchen with steps leading forward and behind. I tried the back way first. It led to a small cabin with a bed, a beanbag chair, and a polished wooden cupboard. Circles of wavy light bounced onto the bed from portholes on either side. Definitely my bedroom!

I ran through to the other side. Mom was twirling around in a big open living room that had a table on one side and a comfy-looking sofa tucked snugly into the other.

“What will we do with all this space?” she gasped. Sunny golden rays beamed into the room
from skylights all along the ceiling. Ahead, a door led to another bedroom.

“What about Dad?” I asked. “How’s he going to live here?”

Before she had a chance to reply, a large trapdoor in the floor sprung open and he appeared below us. That was when I noticed there were trapdoors everywhere, leading down from each room into another one below. The ship was lodged in the seabed with a whole floor half-submerged, so you could swim around in it underwater.

“You want to see the rest of your new home?” Dad’s eyes shone wide and happy.

I inched down through the trapdoor to join him. Almost as soon as I did, my legs started to tingle. Then they went numb. Finally, they disappeared altogether.

My tail had formed. Sparkling and glistening, it flickered into life, sending shimmery green and pink lights around me.

It does that when I go into water. Sometimes I’m a mermaid; sometimes I’m a girl. That’s what happens when a woman and a merman have a baby.

I’d only found out recently, when I went swimming at school. Thinking about that first time made me tremble. In fact, the thought of Brightport Junior High made me feel sick even
now. I’d started to dread going there. School itself didn’t bother me, only some of the people. One in particular: Mandy Rushton. Just thinking about her was enough to make my skin prickle. All those times she’d made my life a misery. Like the time she pushed me into the pool in front of everyone. I almost gave the whole thing away, and would have if the teacher hadn’t sent us both to get changed. I can still remember her icy cold tone of voice as she’d hissed at me on the way to the changing room. “I’ll get you back for this, fish girl,” she’d said. “Just wait.”

I lived in fear of the day she’d get me. I’d have nightmares about it nearly every night, then I’d wake up, cold and sweaty, and have to face her all over again in real life.

At least I’d gotten her back in the end when I turned into a mermaid in the pool, right in front of her eyes. It was worth all the bullying just to see the look of stunned silence slapped across her face that day.

No, it wasn’t. The only thing that made the bullying worth it was knowing I would never, ever have to see her again.

Bullies like Mandy Rushton were a thing of the past.

“A little bigger than
The King of the Sea,
eh?” Dad said as I lowered myself toward him. He took my hand, and we swam around the lower deck together. The feel of his big fingers closing around mine warmed something inside me and made up for the awkward silence between us. I couldn’t think how to fill it.

“Look!” He pulled me through an archway in the center and through purple sea fans that hung like drapes from the ceiling. Fernlike and feathery, they swayed delicately with the movement of the water. Dad squeezed my hand.

A couple of red and white fish swam in through an empty porthole, pausing to nibble gently at the side of the boat before gliding between the drapes. One of them swam up to slide along Dad’s tail. “Glasseye snappers,” I said as he flicked it away. Dad smiled. He’d taught me the names of all sorts of fish on the way here. It was one of the few things we talked about. Where do you start after twelve years?

I swam back to the trapdoor and hoisted myself up. “Mom, it’s amazing!” I said as I watched my tail form back into my legs. Mom stared. She obviously hadn’t gotten used to it yet. She’d only seen it happen a few times.

Then Dad joined us and Mom turned to sit with her legs dangling over the trapdoor, gazing
at him. He reached onto her lap to hold her hands. She didn’t seem to notice that the bottom of her skirt was soaking wet. She just grinned stupidly down at him while he grinned stupidly up at her.

I realized I was grinning stupidly at both of them.

Well, most people don’t have to wait till they’re twelve before they get to see their parents together. I never knew it would make me feel so warm, so complete.

I decided to leave them to it. They wouldn’t notice if I went out to explore. They’d hardly noticed anything except each other since we set off to come here! Not that I minded. After all, I’d nearly gotten imprisoned myself, getting them back together. I guessed they wouldn’t mind a little time on their own.

“I’m going out for a while,” I called. “Just for a look around.”

“Okay, darling,” Mom replied dreamily.

“Be careful,” Dad added.

I nearly laughed as I climbed out of the boat. I looked out at the turquoise water and marshmallow sand. Careful? What of? What could possibly hurt me here?

I walked along the beach for a while, watching the sun glint and dance on the water in between the ships. The sand was so white! Back home, or what used to be home, in Brightport, the sand was usually a dirty beige color. This sand was like flour. My feet melted into it as I walked. I could hardly feel the ground. A gentle breeze made the sun’s warmth feel like a hair dryer on my body.

Wading into the sea, I couldn’t help glancing around to check that I was alone. Just habit. I still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that being a mermaid didn’t make me a freak here — a secret island where merfolk and humans lived together. The only place of its kind in the world, protected by the magic of the Bermuda Triangle.

There were some people up on the cliff behind me, standing in front of a cluster of white buildings. For a moment, I considered scrambling up the hill to join them. Then I looked out at the water and saw faces — and then tails. Merpeople! I had to meet them! I pushed away a slight feeling of guilt as I turned away from the people — and toward the sea. It wasn’t the human folk that interested me. It was the merpeople I wanted to meet!

As my legs formed back into my tail, I wondered if there were any others on the island like me. Half-human, half-merperson. That would be
so
cool! Either way, at least I could live here with my mom and dad without us having to hide what we are.

Shoals of tiny fish escorted me out toward the group, gliding and weaving around me. With thin black bodies and see-through fins, they led me along through the warm water, slowing down every now and then, almost as though they were making sure I could keep up. Wavy lines rippled along the seabed like tire tracks. A troop of silver jacks swam past me in a line, each one silhouetted against the sand below, their shadows doubling their gang’s number.

I flipped over onto my back, flicking my tail every now and then to propel myself lazily along, until I remembered I was supposed to be looking for the merpeople.

I stopped and looked around. The island was a speck in the distance, miles away. How long had I been swimming?

The merpeople had moved on. A chill gripped my chest as I realized I was gliding over some dark rocks: hard, gray, jagged boulders with plants lining every crack. Fat gray fish with wide-open mouths and spiky backs glared at me through cold eyes. Long trails of seaweed stretched like giant snakes along the seabed, reaching upward in a clutch of leaves and stems.

As I hovered in the water, I could feel myself being pulled along by a current. It felt like a magnet, drawing me toward it, slowly at first, then getting stronger. I swam hard against it, but it was too strong. It was reeling me in like a fishing line. Blackness swirled ahead of me. Then I remembered. The Triangle.

Everything sped up, like a film on fast forward. Fish zoomed past, weeds and plants lay horizontally, stretched out toward the edge of the Triangle, the well that led to the deepest depths of the ocean.

My chest thumping, my throat closing up, I worked my arms like rotary blades, pounding through the water. My tail flicked rapidly as I fought to get away. I swam frantically.
Keep going, keep going!

But every time I started to make progress, the current latched on to me again, dragging me back out to sea. We were locked in a battle, a tug of war between me and — and what? The biggest, scariest — what? What hadn’t Archie told me? What was down here? I could almost feel it, a kind of vibration or humming. Was I imagining it? Fear surged through me like an electric current, powering my aching arms for one final push.

It was just enough. I was getting away. The current loosened its grip. The sea soon became
shallow again, and calm, as though nothing had happened. But I wasn’t taking any risks. Catapulting myself through the water, I swam back to our bay and made it to the ship, breathless. I pulled myself out and sat panting on the deck while my tail disappeared and my legs re-formed.

Mom poked her head out of the cabin. “You okay, sweetie?” she asked, handing me a towel.

I nodded, too out of breath to reply. I rubbed myself dry as I followed her back into the kitchen.

“Here y’are,” she said, passing me a couple of onions and a knife. “Might as well make yourself useful.” Then she looked at me more carefully. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

Was I? That was a good question. I opened my mouth to answer her, but stopped when I heard voices coming from below deck.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, visitors, downstairs with your dad. They’ve been coming all afternoon.”

I gently shut the trapdoor. I couldn’t face new people yet. I didn’t even want Dad to hear what I had to say. I don’t know why. Something to do with how happy he was, and the fact that he kept giving me all these smiley, loving looks. Well, he would do that, wouldn’t he? He hadn’t seen me since I was a baby. And I didn’t want him to know his baby wasn’t quite so happy right now,
or quite so sure about this new dream home of hers. I mean, sure, it was beautiful and everything. But there was something else going on here. I didn’t know what it was; just a sense of something lurking, or lying in wait.

My hands shook as I started to peel the onions. “Mom,” I said carefully.

“Mm?” she replied through a teaspoon lodged in her mouth. She says it keeps her eyes from watering.

“You know that stuff Archie told us on the way here, about the big well in the ocean?”

“Buh big well im be oshug?” she replied, the spoon waggling about as she spoke.

“What?”

She pulled the spoon out of her mouth. “The big well in the ocean?” she repeated.

“The one that leads to the deepest depths of the ocean,” I added as a shudder snaked through my body. “I felt something just now. Pulling me out to sea.”

“Emily, you’re not to go out there!” she said, grabbing my arms. “You stay close to the island.”

The shudder jammed in my throat. “It was really strong, Mom,” I said quietly.

“Of course it’s really strong! It’s protecting the whole area! You know what Archie said. Do you hear me, Emily?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, I hear you.”

“I’m not going to lose you, Emily. You promise me you’ll keep away from there.” She stared at me, holding my eyes with hers. I could see fear in them, and I was about to tell her I was fine and not to worry. Then I remembered what she’d already been through with me, how she’d followed me when I went out to sea to find my dad, and how Neptune nearly locked us all in prison. I guess she had the right to worry a little.

“I promise,” I said.