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Keepers of the Quantum (chapter one) (standard:drama, 7695 words) | |||
Author: Sue Simpson (Sooz) | Added: Feb 13 2003 | Views/Reads: 3272/2189 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This is the first chapter of my second novel in the Lizard's Leap series. It's an adventure/fansasy story bridging the gap between adult and child fiction. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story bet you haven't brushed your teeth either have you?” She said not waiting for an answer to either question. “You had those clothes on yesterday, I'm not having you mooching round all day in mucky clothes, go on, get into that bathroom and get yourself washed and changed. And don't forget to put clean underclothes on. If you have to go to hospital you'll be sorry.” Mark went red and scuttled off to the bathroom. He was at that age where he didn't like having his underwear discussed in front of the girls. He also didn't see what clean underwear had to do with hospitals, but then Nanna often talked in riddles. They always had a cooked breakfast at their grandparent's house on a Sunday, normally it was one of the highlights of their week and they usually stayed at the table chattering long after the food was finished. Not this morning though. Kerry who was the worrier of the group didn't want to eat anything, her stomach was churning but she knew Nanna would only fuss if she didn't, so she forced down a little scrambled egg, after pushing most of it onto Mark's plate. The rest of them shovelled food into their mouths with little respect for their normal good manners. They had so much to talk about and so much to do, but they couldn't discuss any important stuff with Nanna just in the kitchen. So the main topic of table conversation was the homecoming of the new twins. Amy and Eve were coming out of hospital at lunchtime. Emma and Kerry were the twins sister's and couldn't wait for them to finally come home. They had been arguing constantly about who was going to do what for them. It was all very exciting. Vicki felt a little bit put out because she didn't have a baby sister coming home. Vicki was the eldest of the four and had her own plans for her two new cousins and God help any established cousin who got in her way. Mark said it was all a big fuss about nuffing. Secretly he thought the babies were brilliant, and couldn't wait to show them his Lego building skills but he wasn't going to admit that to all the giggling girls. He said that if he heard the phrase ‘so cute' once more he was going to hurl all over Mr. Ming, the Siamese cat. What was it with this family, he thought, and their inability to produce boys. At least his mother had got it half right and had a fifty percent success rate. But Auntie Debbie was a total disaster as far as Mark was concerned. Four girls! Four of them all nagging and teasing and crying all the time. There was no justice in the world. Breakfast was a brief event, they cleared the table and stacked their dishes in record time. Nanna was suspicious about what they were up to, and wasn't entirely convinced when they said they were just excited because the twins were coming home, she determined to keep an eye on them that morning. When they were back in the privacy of Kerry and Emma's room, Kez immediately brought out the large file she'd been keeping. It was a purple folder with a pretty design that said ‘Leaps'. It was filled with a hundred clear pockets into which she had placed all of their leap pictures to date. She couldn't fit the one of the mansion into it because that was a bulky oil painting. It was only their second adventure. They almost got killed that day by a large white stallion, and Vicki fell in love with a boy who was over a hundred years old. “I think we should go somewhere we've been before, just to check the frame out,” said Kez. “Nanna's pretty suss and we don't want to be gone long.” “I agree, and then we can still go to Whence,” said Mark who wanted to go and see Sylvia that morning as well.” Sylvia was their friend and she was very ill. “We could leap into the glade and check Lupus out.” “We can't go to see Sylvia Mark, we haven't got time.” And anyway it'd be too dangerous to go and see her yet. Have you forgotten what we brought back with us last night?” “Technically,” said Kerry, who was the brainy one of the four even though she was the youngest by just one week. “That should be who we brought back through with us, but given that Adobe's not human--and even if he was human he's so horrible that he wouldn't be-- we can overlook it I suppose.” Just the mere mention of adobe caused their mood to drop. Adobe is Sylvia's brother and is a bitter little man who wants the frame for himself. Emma favoured calling him ‘the prat with a hat' but didn't underestimate the malice that he was capable of. The night before he'd chased them out of Whence and through Sylivia's house. He almost got them that time and the cousin's had to run down the streets and back alley's of Dalton in an attempt to lose him before they went home. “Let's go somewhere new.” Said Vicki already looking through magazines for inspiration. “It'll be okay, we'll just make sure Nanna is busy, Granddad won't be up for ages yet. She'll never miss us for a few minutes. One of the special features of the frame was that it ran on it's own clock. When they were in a leap time ran normally, but when they got back home after their first adventure they discovered that one-hour of leap, only took one minute of real time. So if they leapt for five hours, they'd only be gone five minutes. They continued to argue about which picture they should put into the frame to try it out. Mark and Kerry wanted to go and see Lupus, the wolf cub they had made friends with. Emma didn't care where they went as long as they made a decision before she was too old to enjoy it, and Vicki wanted to leap somewhere new. For all the arguments it was a foregone conclusion that Vicki would get her own way, at fourteen she was the eldest and usually pulled age rank to win anything she might lose by majority. The other three continued to discuss it while Vicki flicked absently through the magazine making vague suggestions as she turned the pages. “Plate with a picture of an Ascot horserace. Picture of an old-fashioned hat shop. Somebody's kitchen. Swiss chocolate factory.” She got no further before Mark cut in excitedly jumping up and down. “That's it, that's the one, lets go to the swish chocolate factory. Is that where they make swish rolls?” “It's Swiss, Not swish. You know Swiss is the place Sweden in Austria?” in reality Vicki wasn't much better than Mark when it came to Geography, Kerry just shook her head in disgust. Mark couldn't care less if it was Swiss, swish or Swahili, all he cared about was getting inside that chocolate factory. “We can't go there Mark, look at these people in the picture the place is swarming with them. Don't you think it would look a bit odd four kids suddenly appearing next to their machines?” “Hmm look at al that chocolate though,” said Kerry. “We could say we were part of a school trip.” “I said no. I'm on a diet and I have a spot coming on my forehead. The last place I want to be is a chocolate factory, “ said Vicki. “ But look at this. I've found something much better, and yes Mark there will be plenty of free food.” Mark lived to eat, but never seemed to put an ounce on much to the girl's disgust. Mark could eat ten meals a day and still fit through the rungs of a ladder. They all gathered round the magazine to look at the advertisement for the two-week cruise round the Caribbean. The ship was enormous and clearly showed two swimming pools and five decks. The advert said it could accommodate over three thousand passengers. “If we go on a two-week cruise, it will take nearly all day said mark bringing his hands up to count off the time on his fingers and make some attempt at the conversion, We'll miss the twins coming. And we'll miss dinner and it's roast tonight. You can do what you like, but I'm not missing out on that. “God you're an idiot sometimes,” cut in Emma. “You won't be going for the full two weeks, just a few hours. You'll be there and back in five minutes, Nanna won't even miss you.” There was one dead give-away that they hadn't even considered. They didn't know it yet, but they were walking straight into a whole heap of trouble again. “I'm not going, no way,” said Emma adamantly. She was disgusted that none of them had picked up on the fact that she said ‘you won't be going for two weeks' and not ‘we'. There is no way on earth that you are going to get me on that boat. You know I get travel sick.” “Oh there won't be people being sick will there?” said Kerry. “I can't do with people being sick. I've got a phobia.” She finished grandly. “So I'm not going either, ugh vomit.” Kerry's eyes were wide and she did look genuinely terrified, but she made a big show of trembling for the next five minutes, which everybody pointedly ignored. The last thing they needed was Kezza going off on a paranoid-loop-do. Vicki and Mark rolled their eyes at each other sometimes their cousin's were no fun. Kerry was a pushover and Vicki knew she could persuade her easily. “Of course there won't be anyone being sick Kez, look at that water in the picture it's as calm as Potter's pond. But if you don't want to swim with dolphins, then that's okay Mark and I will go by ourselves.” Kerry's head shot up so fast that she almost broke her hinge and gave herself a permanent view of the ceiling. “Dolphins?” she asked excitedly. “I love dolphins. Do you promise no one will be sick though?” “Promise.” Said Vicki in a voice that sounded more confident than she actually felt. That was one down now they only had to persuade Emma. She wasn't going to be such an easy take, she sat on the edge of the bed with her arms folded and her lips tightly pursed. When Emma made her mind up about something she could be very difficult to persuade. “Oh come on Emmsie, you won't be sick,” said Vicki in her most pleading voice. “The water's calm. Look at the picture doesn't it look brill?” “Nope it looks like one big puke bucket to me. I'm not going and that's final. And if you call me Emmsie one more time, I'll be sick before we even get on the boat. And another thing if you go on an adventure without me I'm going to tell all about the frame. We agreed that we'd only go on leaps that we were all agreed on.” “Well you selfish cow,” Vickie blew, she was at that age and her pretty face contorted with rage. “Just because you don't want to come you're quite happy to spoil it for everyone else. I bet you won't be sick anyway it's cars you are ill in, you've never been on a boat so how would you know?” Vickie could see that Emma was weakening so she continued. “Just think Em, floating along ordering ice-cold pop and ice-cream and sunning ourselves in deckchairs. Better than being stuck here in winter isn't it?” Emma grinned, “Okay I'm sorry. What are we waiting for then a personal invitation by the captain himself. Let's go.” By the time Emma had made her mind up, Kerry already had the picture in the frame. They stood in front of it and joined hands, they didn't have to hold hands but they found it made for a tidier leap if they all landed in the same place. With a thrill in her voice Vicki began to chant the rhyme. Here is an image for you to keep - Follow where the lizards leap. Move with caution, take a peep, Beware! Do not get in too deep. Repeat the words inscribed below; Take a breath and off you go. Sand Lizard. Sand Lizard, cautiously creep. Shim. Sham. Shally wham. Lizards leap! As Vicki read the last word, the room began to spin. It roated fairly slowly at first. They grinned at each other and gripped the hands they were holding tighter. It was time to hang on. The rotating increased in speed, it got faster and faster until the children found themselves inside a lightning-fast vortex. The room had become a spiralling cone, a spinning world similar to the centre of a tornado. They spun and spun, unable to get enough breath to scream unable to think, let alone have the time to be scared. It didn't matter how many times they did this the feeling that the spinning would never stop was always there. What if they were stuck like this forever? It was terrifying and exciting and it was like being on the biggest and best roller coaster ever. They never got sick of the joy of leaping. Never mind the fun they had when they landed in a new leap. As suddenly as it had begun to revolve, the vortex world slowed and came to a stop. They were dizzy and breathless and it was a few seconds before they could take in their surroundings. It was pitch black they were in some sort of box, it was wooden. “Oh God we're in a coffin,” shrieked Vicki. She panicked and tried to stand up. Although there was something above them it wasn't a nailed down coffin lid as she'd expected it was heavy but pliable. As they began to panic the movement caused the box to move it was swinging from side to side with them inside it. They could hear voices outside. “Oh where are we,” Whimpered Kerry, “I don't like it. This isn't that big ship. What's happened?” “Ssshhh I think I know where we are,” said Mark. “Just be quiet and help me get this thing down.” He was struggling with the thick canvass above their heads. He moved to what felt like the edge of the box still fighting with the top, it was fastened to the outside somehow. Once he got a proper hold of it, he could tell it was a huge tarpaulin and he managed to pull it to the side. It let a small chink of blinding light into their landing place. They huddled together and four pair of blinking eyes peeped out of the small gap. The hosts of the voices they heard were suddenly very apparent. A middle-aged couple was staring back at them. “See Mary, I told you it was blasted kids. Oi you lot get out of there. You have the whole ship to play in and you have to mess with the lifeboats. Don't you realise that they can save your lives if the ship goes down? Come on get out before I report you to the purser.” He strode forwards and undid the clasp holding the tarpaulin firmly over their heads. They squinted like four little moles as they clambered down from the suspended lifeboats. “Bloomin` kids running wild all over the ship. Do your parents know what you're up to?” “Sorry,” said Mark, we didn't mean any harm. We just wanted to know what it would be like to be cast adrift in one of these. “Oh leave them alone Jeff,” said Mary. “There's no harm done and I bet you did stuff like that when you were their age.” She steered her husband away and they could hear him moaning that he'd never had a holiday when he was a kid and how kid's these days didn't know they were born. Without giving the grumpy man another thought they set off to explore the ship. First of all they ran to the side and leaned on the railings looking out at the sea. There was no land anywhere in sight. All they could see was the deep blue water. It wasn't a dirty grey like the beaches they had seen in England but a blue as bright as any sky in the heat of summer. Although the sea was calm the waves were crashing up the side of the ship as the huge vessel ploughed through the ocean. Mark and Kerry were mesmerised. Vickie had a cursory glance at the sea, but saw the deck opening out in front of her. Games were being played and she instantly began to scan the players for ‘talent'. Emma looked over the side of the ship and went a little pale. The sea went on forever and was very unnerving. She comforted herself with the thought that she could leap home at any time. “Come on you lot, let's see what's going on down here.” Vicki was off, the walkway they had been on opened out into a huge deck, round the perimeter people sunned themselves in deckchairs. It was still early in the morning in the leap and yet the sun was high and bright. They noticed the heat that was not yet uncomfortable for the first time. Kerry felt ridiculous in her dark blue winter fleece. A voice came over the tannoy. “This is your captain speaking. Would all passengers who want to go ashore be ready to disembark at nine fifty. That's one hour's time for St Lucia folks. Please remember to take bottled water with you for drinking. It's going to be a hot one today so you'll need lots of sunscreen with you and I hope you all have a pleasant day. We will re-assemble on the pier at 18:30 sharp. Thank-you.” “Wow we get to get of the ship somewhere foreign. I wonder what it'll be like,” asked Mark. This was turning into a brilliant leap. “We've only got an hour so let's find the restaurant and see if we can get anything to eat. You don't have to pay for anything on these cruises, everything's free. Vickie was loath to leave the deck she had already smiled at a couple of young lads, and okay they hadn't exactly noticed her yet, but it was only a matter of time she reasoned. Emma pointed out that ‘lads' were not a species confined only to deck life, there were likely to be just as many specimens in the restaurant and bar areas if not more. It was strange walking on the ship, the constant rolling of the decks made them lurch a bit, it was a strange sensation. However despite being a bit wobbly and not having their sea legs yet, It didn't take long to find somewhere to eat. The ship was a rabbit warren of café's, burger bars, cinemas, posh restaurants, and eateries to cater for every taste whether you preferred Chinese, Italian, Indian, or Kathmandu. They decided that they got to eat at Macdonald's and Pizza Hut quite often at home, but they'd never been in a really posh restaurant on a ship before. They joined the queue for a breakfast buffet fit for a king. It might have been called Breakfast, but it was serving everything you could imagine. Kerry was still worried about paying for their food. Did this constitute abuse of the frame? Would they lose a berry for it? The other's assured her that Sylvia said it was perfectly all right to enjoy everything the frame offered them, as long as they never used it to hurt or cause harm. And just so long as they never did anything illegal. Kerry still wasn't sure if this was classed as stealing or not. Mark filled his plate with meats and cheeses. He had three different dips, German sausage, bacon bits, pizza slice, hot barbecued chicken, garlic bread and tortilla chips. On another plate he took helpings of four different desserts, though admittedly small helpings, he could always go back for more when he'd finished. The melee of mixed puddings was a sight that only Mark could call beautiful, He was in heaven. Vickie and Kerry filled their plates more modestly, and Emma took only a slice of juicy watermelon. Her lips were dry and she wanted a drink more than anything but couldn't fancy any of the juices soda's or hot drinks on offer. They sat at a table facing the sea so they could look out for dolphins. Mark wasted no time getting stuck into his huge meal. For once he was quiet. Emma was also strangely quiet. It hadn't been so bad when they'd been up on deck in the fresh air, but now that they were stuck in a stuffy restaurant full of people and food smells her stomach had begun to churn. Vickie was about to ask her if she was all right because she was so quiet, but one look at Emma's face and she didn't have to ask. She had gone as white as the waves on the sea. Her eyes were filled with tears and she didn't look well at all. “Oh Em,” she said in a voice full of sympathy. Kerry began to panic. “You promised Vicki, you promised no one would be sick,” She stood up from the table throwing the piece of Edam that she'd been eating back onto her plate. Emma was looking worse by the second and Kerry ran out of the restaurant yelling “Oh no, she's going to be sick, she's going to be sick.” Everyone heard and the lady at the next table eyed her vegetable soup with distaste. Now it was Emma's turn to flee. She was out of her seat in a flash with one hand clamped over her mouth. The toilets were at the far end of the restaurant and she pushed through people rudely in her haste to get to the sanctuary of a toilet bowl. From her position on the lavatory floor she vowed in between “oh no here we go again's” that she would throw Vicki overboard just as soon as she could stand up. Vicki felt guilty and stood hovering in the doorway passing Emma damp paper towels in between her bouts of illness. Mark was still sitting at the table working his way through the plate of four desserts. He was oblivious to Vicki's discomfort or Kerry's distress. All that existed in his little world was toffee pavlova mixed with sherry trifle, topped with strawberry gateaux and garnished with rich tirimissu. When Vicki came back from the bathroom with a very weak and embarrassed looking Emma, he eyed the buffet carousel with yearning before following them out. It was a huge sacrifice he felt because he was only half full. They couldn't find Kerry anywhere and for the time being Emma's sickness was forgotten as she looked for her missing sister. Finally at the far corner of the deck in a place shaded by the equipment hut lay what looked like a discarded coat. It was only the worried little voice coming from under the blue fleece that gave Kerry away. “She promised no one would be sick. Huh no dolphins and Emma being ill, this is just like Emma said, one big puke bucket.” Oblivious to all around her Kerry was chuntering away to herself. “I've got a phobia I have, nobody cares about me though do they? No. I've got a phobia and I'm in puke bucket hell.” Now that the scare of Kerry being lost was over Emma was feeling queasy again. Land was in sight now, and the shape of the looming trees bobbing around in front of her eyes didn't help at all. “I'm going home guys,” she said. “I'll see you back there in a bit.” “Aww don't go we're getting off in a minute. Let's at least have a look round the island and then we can leap home from there. No more boat's I promise.” Emma dropped her voice because they were near a large man asleep on a sun lounger. “Nah I still don't feel so good. I think I need to lie down. See you later.” She began to chant the spell to get her home. The last thing she felt like doing was to endure the vortex to get her home, but she really did need to lie down quietly. The other's stepped back so that they were out of range of the spell, and Emma vanished. So did the large man in the stripy trunks on the sun lounger. Emma recovered remarkably quickly from the vortex as she took in the scene in her bedroom. The man's lounger fit neatly between the bed and the wardrobe, his hat had fallen over his eyes in the spin. And he moaned and brushed it back with his arm as he started to wake up. “Oh Jesus on a jetski,” exclaimed Emma, terror stricken in case he fully woke up in her bedroom. Her first attempt at the spell came out all garbled and wrong. She stood as close to the man as possible, took a deep breath and began again. Just before the room started to spin she heard their Nanna calling up the stairs for Vicki. “Vicki, Vicki it's the tele...” Less than a minute after they'd vanished Emma and the man returned. He screamed and shot up from his chair. And then seeing the curious face of four kids's looking at him he seemed embarrassed. “Ahem, ahh yes, um forgive me. Nightmares you know.” With that he took his hat and strode off with as much dignity as he could muster. “He's no doubt on his way to the bar for a stiff whiskey.” Said Emma; “Phew that was a close one.” She grabbed Vicki by the arm to get her attention away from the young lad whose attention she was trying her hardest to attract. “By the way Vick, you'd better leap back flippin` sharpish Nanna's calling you and if she comes up stairs we're all going to be for it.” Before Emma had even finished speaking Vicki was chanting the spell to leap home. She was moving before her feet fully touched the floor, not waiting for the dizziness to leave her. “... phone. If you don't get down here right this minute I'll tell Melanie that you can't be bothered to come and talk to her.” Nanna had her foot on the first step. “Coming Nanna,” Vicki wasn't gone long and leaped back from where she left. All this leaping backwards and forwards wasn't good, it was a sure-fire way to draw attention to themselves and that was the last thing they needed. By this time the ship had docked and was disembarking. The cousins used a trick that had worked for them in the past. They split up in to two groups of two and squeezed in between two couples. Each couple thought the other couple was the parent of the two children. Using this method they managed to get passed the cabin crew. It was only when the passengers re-embarked that evening that they would need their boarding cards. They were all really excited to be in St Lucia, especially Emma who felt instantly better once her feet were back on stable ground. They had a fantastic time. By now the sun had risen and burned down viciously. It seemed only mad dogs and passengers on the Free Spirit cruise ship were crazy enough to wander round in the intense heat. The scenery was lush and breathtaking and Mark was just a little too keen to dawdle over the topless beach. For two hours the four walked in the sun, exploring and talking to the traders and local people. Storms hit fast in the Caribbean, one minute there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The next the first rumbles of low thunder grumbled in the skies above them. The traders moved fast, they knew the weather at this time of year was cruel and had no respect for a poor man's livelihood. It didn't take them long to pack up and shackle their shutter's for the day. They hated losing good trade when there was a ship in, but they were a laid back island and knew another boat was due in two days. “Maan,” said one of the men to Mark. “It be a hol-ee-day from de lor` above! I can sit in me chair now and watch de Mister and de Missus up der throwin` dem pans aroun` in temper. She got a wil` temper dat Mam nature.” Kerry who could be quite prim sometimes wanted to tell the man that he would be a lot easier to understand if he would at least finish his words off properly, but he had big eyes with lots of white round them and he scared her. She'd never seen a live black man before. It did occur to her that she'd never seen a dead one either, but she didn't dwell on it. Mark insisted on roping them in to help Chicha pack away all his things. He was an artist and was very grateful to them for getting his canvasses off the pavement before the heavy rain came. The sky was still bright blue and Emma thought it highly unlikely that any rain was going to come at all but mucked in to help reluctantly. Chicha was very grateful and insisted that they all sit under the veranda of his stall and watch the rains come. “You will like it, you will like. Dat rain he come fast maan and he come strong.” Chicha was going to offer them beer but figured their parents might come along at any time and then he'd be for it so he brought cans of cola out of his ice-box instead and handed them round to the parched youngsters. Now this was more like it, thought Emma. Beautiful scenery, cold drinks and the promise of a pretty little storm to watch. Half a mile out to sea was a picturesque lighthouse that chicha had been painting when the first signs of the storm came. The heat outside was still unbearable, but here in the partial shade of Chicha's stall it was just right. Mark kept looking at Chicha's right hand. He had no thumb and Mark was dying to ask what had happened to it. “You be wondereen abou` me han` der man?” he held up his hand to show them all. “ Dem fadders of de church, dey tell der is no difference `tween love an war. I is chi-cha. Chicha mean Be-love-ed.” Another of chicha's annoying habits was breaking his words down into syllables. “Well I is de man who lives by de name. Only ting is I beloved my brudder's wife a ting too much, so he chop de finger off wid de big hat-chet maan.” Kerry and Vicki sat with blank expressions and hadn't a clue what chicha had just aid. They had trouble understanding him. “He was diddling his brother's wife, “ said Emma, “so his brother chopped his finger off with a big axe.” “Ex-act-ly,” said Chicha laughing at the girl's disgust. During the minute they had turned away from the beach to listen to Chicha's true horror story, the sun had been lost behind brawling black clouds. Suddenly there was an almighty clap of thunder and the first fat raindrops landed like bullets on the awning of the kiosk. Vicki was a little bit scared of the monstrous claps of thunder and snake tongues of lightening that broke the sky every few seconds, but she wasn't going to let the other's see. She kept close to Chicha though in case they got washed away in all the rain. Kerry was entranced and never moved a muscle. This was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and she watched in awe as the sky literally cracked in several places as more than one bolt of lightening took over the sky at any one time. It was darker now. Almost like nighttime and yet it was only mid morning. The heat was like a thing with substance, something that could be reached out to and touched. And so much rain had come down in the first five minutes that a river ran in the guttering five feet in front of the stall. “Will the stall blow away?” asked Mark worried. “Aye, I tink it probably will.” “What will you do?” Mark saw this man as some sort of super-hero and was worried for him and his living. “I build anodda stall tomorra maan. I build new stall week,week,week.” He gestured with his hands the passing of the weeks. “You build a new stall every week?” said Emma amazed. “Aye when de rains come.” The next time lightening split the sky, Chicha sat forward on his seat. He was tense, all the feeling of being laid back was gone and he rocked slightly in impatience as he scoured the darkness to be able to see. The next bolt was a generous one. It brought light to the sky for three seconds and Chicha was ready for it. What he saw was backlit and looked like a postcard held by some great hand against a sheet of black velvet. A small cabin boat was being fiercely tossed around on the open sea. Chicha ran from his seat waving his arms and screaming uselessly at the boat over a mile out to sea. “Ya Idiots,” he yelled. “Der is da reef. Got to get to da lighthouse. I's got to save dem.” A fierce wind was blowing now and the first of the stalls came loose from it's mooring and tumbled like driftwood down the deserted beach. The churning breakers roared in anger as they drove the sand up the beach with each arrival. Bigger waves danced their tribal war dance behind the breakers, and the boat rose and fell on the storm's eddy. “If we's don` get to dat lighthouse , dem people's be dead for sure.” Said Chicha. “but der be no way to row der in dis.” Kerry had a plan. “Chicha give me one of your painting's of the lighthouse please.” “wha? Gel wha you talkin` abou` dis aint no time for de art class. Dem's people gonna die out der an you wanna pic-cha?” Kerry was a bit frightened of Chicha because she couldn't understand what he was saying. It put her at a disadvantage and made her feel stupid and she didn't like that. She didn't have time to argue with him and ran into the kiosk and helped herself to one of the small finished paintings of the lighthouse. Before anyone could protest she was chanting the spell. Chicha shook his head at Kerry. “Dat girl she cra-zy.” Mark realising what she was about to do ran into the spell zone with Vicki and two seconds later the three kids vanished. Emma was left alone with Chicha. Thanks guys she thought. What am I going to say now? “Hey maan.” She said to Chicha at a loss for what else to say. She didn't quite get the inflection right but it was her first ever time hanging out with a St Lucien. She needn't have worried Chicha didn't hear her. He was standing looking into the space where ten seconds earlier three kids stood. He looked down at his beer and shook his head. “Wow crazy magic.” Suddenly he remembered the girl that was left behind when the others vanished. He turned round very slowly and his look of wonder was replaced by a wide-eyed stare of sheer terror. He looked a pretty scary sight himself with his big white eyes glowing in the lightening. “Hey Chicha,” said Emma again trying for cool hip-hop “Take it easy man, I'm a good fairy, you know like tinker bell. Not one of those bad-assed dudes that put spells on people and stuff.” “Hey girl, you don't pull no crazy stuff on me now. I aint got no biznezz whit no ghost girl. You gonna hurt me girl?” Emma had her work cut out calming Chicha down and explaining how these things worked. Back at home Mark changed the picture in the frame from the boat to the lighthouse and then he and Vicki joined hands and leaped into the lighthouse. It was decided that Kerry would stay behind and act as a decoy, they could hear that Granddad was up now and he might come into their room to see what they were up to if one of them didn't stay behind to distract him. Kerry was disappointed but saw the sense in it. Mark and Vicki weren't lucky enough to leap into the top of the lighthouse where the lantern and reflectors were. They landed in a heap on the cold stone at the bottom of the building. The groundfloor of the lighthouse was one large round room. A wide set of steps opened off in front of them and they both struggled with each other to get through the opening first. Vicki just managed to get purchase on the first step and break ahead of Mark. They ran up the stairs. After the first twenty steps they began to tire and they had hardly begun to rise. This was when they realised that each step was narrower than the last. They continued round and up for another eighty steps. Both of them were counting. Neither one dared stop to look out of the windows that kept appearing as they flew passed them. At a hundred steps they opened out into the next room. It was the living quarters but they hardly took the scene in. the lighthouse was obviously not inhabited very often judging by the lack of care about the place. Still they went up. The steps were becoming seriously narrow now. Not much wider than the width of Vicki's foot. Their hearts were pounding and the blood was pumping through their narrow veins in an attempt to fuel this mad mercy dash. They had slowed exhausted, body's heaving with the need to breathe the breath that burst from their body's like a plume of red hot fire. The final step before they broke onto the top level was so tiny that Vicki almost lost her footing and fell backwards onto Mark who was right behind her. And then they were there. They flicked the large switch that activated the lantern and pulled a lever that enabled it to rotate. Soon the lantern was up to full speed and sending blinding light out to the entire bay. The troubled boat would be able to avoid the rocks of the reef now and aim for the lighthouse beacon. The tired pair only wanted one thing, A nice cup of tea. They were shattered. Back at the kiosk Chicha and Emma high fived when the light came on. Until that moment they didn't even know if the other's had managed to get into the lighthouse. It was a brilliant moment. When Vicki and Mark landed back in Kerry and Emma's bedroom, they were just in time to hear all hell let lose from the living room downstairs. “Of all the stupid, ridiculous things to do. Don't you know how dangerous those things can be?” It was Granddad's voice and he sounded mad. Mark and Vicki looked at each other. Had they been found out? Vicki took her baseball cap off and threw it on the bed. Mark stared at her in horror. Where her cap had been there was now a big white band on her forehead. “Oh god Vicki you've got sunburned.” They went down stairs to face the music and Granddad was still yelling at kerry. “ Those sunbed's cause skin cancer you know. You must have had it on the highest setting your mother's going to go mad. What were you thinking of girl? Oh my God I don't believe it, not you two as well?” When she went down stairs Kerry hadn't the slightest idea what her grandparent's were gawping at. The pale little girl of an hour earlier was now as red as a Caribbean lobster. She had thought fast though and shamefacedly admitted that they'd been playing on auntie Karen's sunbed. While the other's were getting a sound grilling, Emma was saying goodbye to Chicha, she'd realised by this time that as they had no picture of the kiosk they couldn't leap back and going via the ship would be too risky. Emma promised to send his picture back but Chicha said they could keep it as both a souvenir and a means of getting back to see him. He assured her that on a good day it was perfectly safe to swim in from the lighthouse. Grandad was still at it, and now Nanna had joined in with the old I'm very disappointed in you lot you've let me down speech. “And where's our Emma, If she's on that damned thing ...” “Here I am.” Said Emma who had the worst sunburn of the lot of them and was poorly with it for three days. But at that point it hadn't even begun to burn and she had no idea what she was walking into. “Hiya gang-gang,” she said using her old familiar baby greeting for her grandfather. She was going to pretend that she had been reading a book about the Caribbean and a nice man called Chicha. “You'll never guess what I've been doing.” Tweet
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