Island of Fire (The Unwanteds) (21 page)

“It’s haunted! Teeming with ghoulies.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not. It’s an island whose people have captured our friends. We need to rescue them,” he said. He was beginning to get nervous. “Where are you taking us?”

“Crack ye pea-size brain! Not the island, boy, the ship. The ship! She’s of a mind, and the rudder’s in her ghosty grasp.” Ahab grabbed Alex’s shirt with a wild look, and whispered, “ ’Tis the doings of the white whale!”

Alex’s eyes grew wide in fright, though he wasn’t quite sure what he was frightened of. He tugged his shirt loose from the captain’s fist. “Are you saying you can’t get us to the island?”

“Blast ye to the deadly triangle’s grip!” he cried. “Your words are truth. The proof lies in the wheel.” He leaned hard on the wheel, but the ship didn’t change course. “Haunted, sure as I’m alive. I hear the whispers like a heavy heart about to burst. But
look,” he said in a softer, even scarier voice. “She’s tracking yonder, ever bitter, ever seeking. Revenge is in our grasp!”

Alex stared, openmouthed, not sure what to do or say. Not even sure what was happening. The captain leaned on the wheel in the opposite direction, but the ship stayed steady. Alex looked ahead to where the captain pointed, but he saw nothing but water. Warbler loomed larger to the port side, a good ways off. He knit his brow, trying to make sense of the conversation.

Finally he turned without a word and hurried back to Simber.

“We have a problem,” Alex said. “It’s not the captain. I don’t think it is, anyway. He seems to be trying to get us to Warbler, but he thinks . . . he thinks the ship is haunted. And it’s going somewhere on its own power.”

Simber blinked, but showed no other clue to his thoughts until he spoke. And what he said next spread a chill through Alex’s bones.

“About thrrree minutes ago,” he said slowly, “as you were talking to the captain, the island beyond Warrrbler disappearrred.”

A
lex scanned the horizon, and then he remembered he hadn’t seen it when he was talking to the captain. “It—it should be right out here somewhere, shouldn’t it? Is it hidden behind Warbler?” Alex stood on his tiptoes, but he knew that there was no way the island could be hidden at this angle. It should be right in front of them, due west, not out to the port side of the ship, where Warbler was.

Simber looked grim. “I’ve wonderrred in the past if therrre was something strrrange about that island. Therrre werrre times I couldn’t see it, but I assumed it was because of its distance, the lighting, and the tides. . . . ” He trailed off, lost in thought.

Alex watched Warbler Island as the pirate ship continued past it. His heart dropped, and he could hear people commenting about it. “I’ll be right back,” he said to Simber.

He ran down to the deck below. “Sky! Crow!” he called out, knowing he had to put aside what had happened earlier. “Sky? Are you down here?” He raced around the deck, frantically looking for them.

“Alex?”

Her voice always surprised him. The husky rasp remained at the edges of her words since the thorn necklace had been removed, and it somehow made her voice more beautiful. He turned, heaving from the run, and saw her eyes were puffy. He felt terrible.

“Sky,” he said, “I—need you. Can you come with me?”

She lifted her chin. “Of course,” she said. The words were cool, crisp enough to shatter.

Ouch.
“Thanks—up a deck, to where Simber is flying.”

Halfway up the stairs, he stopped suddenly and turned. Sky bumped into him.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, startled. She looked up. They were alone in the stairwell.

Alex stared at her, her pretty eyes, her smooth brown skin, her hair that was bleached by the sun, and his stomach jumped and crashed around inside his ribs. He lifted his hand and it faltered, and then he swallowed hard and gently pushed a strand of her hair to the side.

“Look, I’m the one who’s sorry,” he whispered. “I know you heard—earlier—and I want to explain, but there’s no time right now. I just . . . I kind of feel like I’m cracking apart.”

Her mouth twitched.

Alex glanced at her lips, and then found her eyes again. He knew his mind had to change gears. He had a huge problem to fix. But he couldn’t just toss aside this thing that consumed his thoughts more often than he wanted to admit. Still, he didn’t know what else to do. “Everything is just so . . . ” He breathed, she blinked, and he forgot what he was going to say.

Sky didn’t speak. She stood very still, looking at him. And then she reached up, slipped her cool fingers into the hair at Alex’s neck, and pulled his head toward hers. His eyes closed and he felt her mouth press against his for the briefest, weirdest moment as the world swirled around him. Her lips were cool and soft and a little bit wet, and it didn’t feel anything like
what he would have expected, which was strangely okay.

When he opened his eyes, his breath escaped in a tiny huff, and he stared at her, his heart still whirling. “Howowah,” he said, his brain a jumbled mess.

She raised an eyebrow, a small smile curling at the corner of her lips. “Now,” she said calmly, putting a hand on her hip, “what’s the big dramatic emergency this time?”

They reached Simber just as Warbler began to grow smaller and move away.

“Oh,” said Sky, realizing the problem. She frowned and looked to the west. “Where are we going?”

“We don’t know. The ship seems to have a mind of its own.” Alex sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, trying to calm his twisting insides enough to concentrate on the issue at hand. He didn’t think he could look Simber in the eye for fear of breaking out into a goofy grin.

“Is there any magic you can do to stop it?”

“Not that I know of.” Alex racked his brains, but he could think of nothing. “Maybe Ms. Octavia or Florence would have an idea.”

“It whispers, you know,” Sky said.

“We know,” Alex said. “Do you know what it’s saying?”

“No.”

“No one does.”

They stood in silence, with Simber flapping overhead now and then, gazing to the west, wondering where they were going. Florence inched toward them at a slow pace, careful not to upset the boat. “What’s going on?” she asked.

Simber explained the situation with the rogue ship, and Florence tried everything she could think of to release the spell on the ship, if that was what powered it. But nothing happened.

“And then therrre’s the little prrroblem of the next island,” Simber said, pointing a paw.

As he said it, Alex’s jaw dropped, for in the distance, water rose from the sea in a giant spout, bursting upward and frothing at the top.

“Thar she blows!” cried the captain. “The bitter white whale!”

As the water spout reached its height and began raining down again, a burst of fire exploded from the sea, unaffected
by the water. Flames filled the sky, and with a shuddering roar, rocky ground erupted from below the water’s surface, growing taller and wider in the space in front of them. Glowing balls of fire shot up from the center of the rising land, and soon, as the ground rose higher and grew larger, a few sodden, scraggly trees appeared on it, dotting its surface.

The rising island set in motion a giant wave that headed toward them, growing as it rolled. Captain Ahab shouted, “Batten down and hold yer hats! Whatever wears the shape of evil lies ahead!”

The Artiméans who had seen it screamed or watched in shock, some of them running below deck for cover and others hanging on to ropes or hiding inside cabinets. The squirrelicorns took flight and rose high above the wave’s height.

Florence gathered Alex and several others close to her, and called out to a few small statues who didn’t seem to know what to do, grabbing them in her arms.

Alex didn’t dare blink in case he missed something. He glanced at Sky to see if she was okay. She was craning her neck. “Crow!” she shouted, and scrambled to her feet. “Up the
ropes!” They both climbed the sail like seasoned sailors.

Alex watched in awe. “Aren’t you scared?” he called.

“Only of the wave!” She and Crow held on tightly and looked down. “I’ve never seen it happen this close up before,” she called out. “Isn’t Pirate Island incredible?”

Simber, Florence, and Alex looked up at her with surprise, but they didn’t have time to ask questions, for a wall of water rose up in front of the bow. The sky above it lit up with fire, silhouetting the two children who clung tightly to the top of the mast, and before anyone could take a last breath, the boat rose at a precipitous angle, crested, and headed down again, taking their stomachs with it. The next wave slammed into their faces and bodies, and everything that wasn’t battened down went flying.

A
lex went tumbling backward and water surged up his nose and mouth, but he didn’t go far before Florence grabbed his shirt once more. As soon as the giant wave passed over them, he scrambled to his feet, a sodden mess, first to see if any more waves were coming, then looking up to make sure Sky and Crow were still hanging on. He was relieved to see them high and dry.

“Leaders and volunteers to your stations!” he shouted between coughs and sputters. “Count off!” He looked up for Simber but the cat had disappeared. Alex rushed to the side of the ship and peered over, his heart in a clutch.
Not again,
he thought.
Please, no.

But soon he spied the beast flying low to the water, plucking Artiméans from the sea as if he were picking strawberries. A moment later he returned to the ship and deposited Ms. Octavia, Henry, and the fox statue, who immediately started hopping around in a panic, shouting in a small barking voice, “Where’s kitten? Where’s kitten?”

“She’s herrre,” Simber said, opening his paw and carefully reaching out to Alex to take her. “Neverrr even hit the waterrr,” he said with pride.

“Mewmewmew,” said the tiny cat, in the most adorable voice Alex had ever heard.

“She says she wants to be with me,” the fox said.

Simber smirked but said nothing.

Alex set the delicate white kitten on the fox’s back, where he’d seen her napping earlier, and the fox settled down. “Is that everyone? Henry, Ms. Octavia, are you all right?” Henry sputtered and nodded. Alex reached a hand to Ms. Octavia and helped his instructor to her tentacles.

“It was a lovely swim,” Ms. Octavia said, no stranger to the water. “Simber?”

“I was prrreparrred and watching. I got everrryone I saw.”

“Great work, Simber,” Alex said. “And thank you, Florence—you saved me.” For the hundredth time in a matter of days, Alex was beyond grateful that Mr. Today had created such an amazing team to surround him.

“Leaders!” Alex called out. “Report. Rufus?”

“All here!” replied the squirrelicorn.

“Sean?”

“We’re good!” Sean shouted from the bow.

“Meg?”

There was no answer.

Alex rushed to the stairwell and shouted down it. “Meg?”

“Everyone’s here!” came the muffled shout. “But we’ve got a few cuts and bruises, and one of the ostrich’s legs broke off. Can you send help?”

“On the way,” Alex called. He turned to Ms. Octavia and Henry. “Did you get that?”

They both nodded. Henry took off sloshing in his shoes down the stairs at full speed, with Ms. Octavia swishing behind him.

Sky and Crow scrabbled down the mast.

“How did you think to do that?” Alex asked, still incredulous.

Crow shrugged. “We did a lot of climbing. Trees, mostly, but Sky worked in shipbuilding for a while.”

“Well, that’s pretty cool. You’ll have to teach me to climb like you someday,” Alex said.

Crow nodded and tried to hide a grin, embarrassed by the praise. He ran downstairs to help Henry. Sky headed to the bow.

Alex went through the rest of the leader roster, finding everyone present and accounted for. “Whew,” he said. And then he looked to the captain’s wheel, realizing the captain wasn’t on anyone’s team, and he hadn’t shouted in a while. “Captain?” He rushed through the maze of sopping wet humans and creatures and found Captain Ahab sitting on the deck, his head in his hands.

“Are you okay, Captain?”

The statue looked up. “My peg leg,” he growled. “That treacherous whale!”