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Authors: Gilbert L. Morris
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T
he waves were slow and long and emerald green, washing up on the sandy white beach. Twenty feet out in the surf a gray rock rose like a bald head. The breakers threw white droplets over the two boys standing on it.
“Oh, come on, Reb. You're not going to get hurt. I'm surprised at you.” The speaker was a small black boy wearing a red bathing suit. He was much smaller than his companion, who was tall and lanky with bleached hair and very light blue eyes. “It won't hurt you. It's just water.”
Bob Lee Jackson, known as Reb to his companions, shivered and stared at Wash Jones. Then he sat down abruptly on the rock and shook his head. “Never did like water,” he mumbled. “Give me some old flat Texas desert every time.” He looked mournfully out at the breaking surf and said, “I'll never get used to this.”
Wash grinned, his white teeth shining against his dark skin. “Shoot! I never thought I'd see the day you was more scared of something than I was.”
This was true enough. The two boys were members of a group called the Seven Sleepers, teenagers who had been thrust into an alien world after the earth was ravaged by a fierce nuclear war. They had been preserved by being placed in sleep capsules programmed to keep them alive. Many years afterward, they awakened and found themselves in a world far different from even what they had seen in
Star Wars.
Much of what they had known was gone, and the planet now was inhabited not only by humans
but by strange beings that sometimes seemed to come out of very bad nightmares.
Reb looked up and shook his head sadly. “Just give me a horse, and I'll be all right. But this waterâit ain't natural to be swimming around in a thing like this.”
“Funny thing to me,” Wash said merrily, enjoying himself immensely, “you didn't mind facing a dragon back at Camelot, and now you're scared of a little old fish.” He referred to the fact that Reb had almost jumped out of the water a while ago when a small fish brushed against his leg.
It delighted Washâat fourteen, the smallest of the Sleepersâthat here at last he had found at least one area in which he outdid the boldest and most active of the Seven Sleepers.
“Come on, then. Let's get off this blamed rock before an octopus or something gets us!” Reb stood to his feet, stared longingly at the shore, and then with a shout made a wild jump. He hit the water, went under, came up sputtering, and clawed his way toward the beach.
Wash made a clean dive and swam alongside.
“Come along. You can do it, Reb. Let's see you swim!”
But when they were only five feet away from land, Reb gave a terrible cry. “He got me!” he screamed. “He got me!”
“What is it?” Wash stopped swimming in alarm. He knew there
were
dangerous things in the sea, such as sharks and barracuda. He grabbed Reb's arm. “What is it? Are you hurt?”
Reb shook him off and floundered to shore, then fell on the sand and held his foot. “He got me!” he said. “I don't know what it was!”
“Let me see.” Wash leaned over and grabbed the tall
boy's ankle, then said with relief, “It's OK. It's just a jellyfish sting. You must have stepped right on it.”
“It's killin' me!” Reb moaned. “I didn't know a jellyfish had teeth!”
“They don't have teeth,” Wash said, “but they've got little stinging cells, I guess. Come on, we'll put something on it.”
He pulled Reb to his feet and helped him limp down the beach to where two other Sleepers were sitting on the front porch of the shack where the group was staying.
“Sarah!” Wash yelled. “You got any meat tenderizer?”
Sarah Collingwood, a small graceful girl of fifteen with brown eyes and long black hair, got up at once. She was wearing a white bathing suit that set off her tan. “What's wrong?”
“It's Reb.”
“What do you want meat tenderizer for? You're not going to eat him, are you?” Josh Adams was a gangling boy with auburn hair and blue eyes. Also at fifteen, he was tall for his age. He had not filled out completely but gave evidence of being a strong man when he did. He was the leader of the Seven Sleepers.
He came off the porch and stared at Reb, who sat down, holding his foot again. “What's the matter?”
“He stepped on a jellyfish.”
“Well, what are you going to do with meat tenderizer?” Reb demanded.
“Best thing in the world for a jellyfish sting or just about any other kind of sting. You got any, Sarah?”
“I don't think there is anything like that in Nuworld,” Sarah said doubtfully. “Anything else work?”
“Well, some of that stuff we use for mosquito bites, I guess. That might work.”
The three tried to comfort Reb, who looked very little like the courageous young man they all knew. He was bold as a lion about most things, but he hated the sea. He hated water of any kind. He also was a terrible patient.
Then two other members of the group came up. Jake Garfield was fourteen and small, with red hair and brown eyes. “What's the matter with Sir Jackson?” he said. He was jealous of Reb for his strength and made fun of him whenever he saw a weakness. “Did he stub his toe?”
The sixth member of the troop, Abbey Roberts, now joined the onlookers. She was a beautiful fourteen year old with China blue eyes and long blonde hair; and even though she wore a rather worn swimsuit, her face was carefully made up. “What's the matter, Reb?” she asked, kneeling down to look at his foot.
“I was attacked by a sea monster,” Reb moaned.
“No, you weren't. You just stepped on a jellyfish.” Josh laughed. “Come on, Sarah, get him some lotion.”
That was the end of that adventure, but Reb did not let them forget about it. Even the next day he limped around, saying, “No, I'm not going in that water. No telling what would happen. I'd probably get bit into by a gigantic whale. That ocean ain't nothing to fool with!”
All except Wash were sitting on the front porch as Reb made this declaration yet again. They had just finished an early supper of fried fish, hush puppies, and a salad with a secret dressing that Sarah refused to identify.
It was a beautiful evening. The sun was a huge red disk in the sky, and the waves were gently lapping at the shore.
Jake leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and half closed his eyes. “This ol' beach looks like a postcard of the Gulf. I used to go down to Gulf Shores, Alabama, with my folks,” he said thoughtfully. “Sure was fun.” Silence
fell over the group, and he added, “I'd like to do that again.”
It was a familiar theme. All of them in one way or another longed for the homes that were forever gone. And all knew that they could never go home again. Still, from time to time, one of them would voice that longing, as Jake had just done.
For a while the only sound was the wind blowing through the tall sea oats and the murmuring of the ocean as it rhythmically lapped onto the shore.
Then the silence was broken as Josh sat up, saying, “There comes Wash, and he's got somebody with him.”
“It's that sailor that's been taking him fishing,” Sarah said. “Ryland Daybright.”
Abbey sat up and began to smooth her hair back. “I declare, he's the handsomest thing,” she said.
“You
would
notice that.” Dave Cooper grinned. He was the oldest Sleeper and was used to Abbey's waysâshe had been accustomed to admirers all of her life in Old-world and still wasn't past such things. He stared at the pair approaching and said, “They sure make a contrast, don't they? Like Mutt and Jeff.”
“Who's Mutt and Jeff?” Jake demanded.
“You don't know? Characters in an old, old comic strip.”
He was right about the contrast. Wash was undersized, and Captain Ryland Daybright was well over six feet. He had blond hair that came almost down to his shoulders and a pair of cornflower blue eyes that glittered in the sun. He had a tapering face, and his skin was tanned a copper color. He looked very strong and confident. Wash had met him a month earlier and had spent most of his time since then with the captain, who was teaching him to sail, he claimed.
“Hello, Captain Daybright.” Abbey smiled and got to her feet. “We've just finished eating, but there's some supper left. Sit down, and I'll get you some.”
Captain Daybright flashed her a quick grin. “That might be pretty good, Miss Abbey,” he said. He sat down on the porch and stretched out his long legs. He was wearing a pair of ancient white pants that were cut off above the knee and a white shirt that left his powerful arms bare. “I guess you could eat a bite, couldn't you, Wash?”
“I sure could, Cap'n.” Wash grinned.
Abbey and Sarah brought out some leftover fish and hush puppies, and as they ate, Wash spoke with excitement. “Y'all ought to come on the
Dolphin.
It's the coolest boat there ever was!”
“Why'd you call it the
Dolphin,
Captain?” Josh inquired. He admired the handsome face of the captain as well as his obvious strength and agility.
“Oh, I always liked dolphins,” Captain Daybright said. He washed down the last of his meal with a long drink of cool water, then held the cup in his big hands. “They stay together like family, you know. You've seen them out there, coming up out of the water with those fins of theirs. They make a pretty sight, don't they? Well, I'd like my ship to be able to sail just like that.”
But even as he spoke, a frown creased Daybright's face. He shook his head and said no more.
The others talked for a while, and finally Sarah, who was always perceptive, asked, “Something wrong, Captain?”
Daybright shrugged his broad shoulders. “I guess something's always wrong, isn't it?”
His reply was so bitter that all the Sleepers turned to look at him. They had visited the ship he had been working on when they arrived at the coast and had found him to
be a cheerful, optimistic young man who knew lots of songs and endless stories about the sea.
“Not like you to be so down in the mouth,” Reb said. “What's the matter?”
Daybright turned the cup over in his hands. “I'm having trouble getting a crew,” he said slowly.
“Why, I wouldn't think that would be hard,” Wash said. “A beautiful boat like that.”
“It's a
ship,
not a boat,” Daybright said sharply. “If you're going to be a sailor, Wash, you've got to learn to call things by their right name.” He grinned briefly at the others and said, “He called the deck a
floor
this morning. I almost pitched him over the side.”
Abbey moved a little closer to the captain, her eyes fixed on his sunburned face. “I'd think that with a beautiful ship like the
Dolphin
you wouldn't have any trouble finding a crew.”
“Ordinarily I wouldn't, but I've got a chance to make a voyage that most sailors would avoid.” He swept the Seven with his eyes and said, “I don't guess you've ever heard of the Lost Sea?”
“I've seen it on the charts,” Josh said. “Way out in the middle of nowhere.”
“It's mostly uncharted waters,” Captain Daybright said. “Way off the shipping lanes. All we know is a little about some of the lands that lie just on the edge of it.”
“Why do you want to go there?” Dave asked. “Just for the adventure?”
“No, I've had enough adventure to last me a lifetime.” Daybright smiled briefly. He set the cup down, clasped his hands together, and stared at them. “There's a man who wants to hire my ship. His name's Mennic Catalina. He's got lots of money, and he wants me to take his daughter to her wedding. Actually, he couldn't find another captain and crew willing to go.”
“She's getting married to somebody out in the Lost Sea?”
“Well, there are some pretty big islands out there. The way Catalina tells it, the king of one of them has contracted to marry his daughter. The ship's captain who takes her to him will be richly paidâby Catalina and the king as well.”
An irritated look crossed Abbey's face. “Why doesn't the bridegroom come for herâget married here in
her
country?”
“Can't say.” Daybright shrugged. “I guess kings do pretty well what they want to.”
“But what's the problem?” Dave demanded. “If her father's rich, why has he had trouble hiring a ship and crew to take her?”
“This kingdom his daughter's going to is deep in the Lost Sea. The people there are good sailors and send their ships here to the mainland oftenâbut there are some bad currents and some seasonal winds out there. Lots of ships have started out from here for that part of the world and just never showed up again. Some say they fell off the edge of the earth.” He grinned. “I know better than that, but they don't return.”
“Maybe a sea monster grabbed them and pulled them down,” Reb suggested. He had a vivid imagination about bad things in the ocean. “I wouldn't want to go out to a place that had things like that.”
“There's nothing like that out there,” Daybright said, “but there are bad winds and bad currents to drive a ship off course.” His broad shoulders slumped, and his lips drew down in a frown. “This was my big chance. I've put all I could beg, borrow, or get credit for in the
Dolphin.
If I don't pay the money back right away, I'll lose her to my creditors.”