Deep Ark 6 - Chapter 10

                                                Chapter 10

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Hammerhead and I spend a cold, miserable night locked in the forward cabin. Not even my joy at seeing the Surface and the mysterious island can blot out the dread I feel as I think of our likely fate.

We can hear Octo down in the hold. He is talking to his snakes, his children. The man is clearly bonkers, but he's also cruel and cunning

"He won't let us go back," I whisper to Hammerhead. "As soon as we've helped him release those snakes on the island ..." I let my words trail off into thin air.

The skipper's eyes flash with fire. "Ve're not done for yet, boy. This is still my ship and old Hammerhead's got a trick or two up his sleeve."

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I doubt it. Octo has all the cards stacked in his favour.

The morning sun is blazing through the dirty porthole when I awake with a start, wondering where I am. Looking outside, I marvel again at the blueness of the sky, the sparkling green water. Suddenly, something drops from the sky. I leap back, startled.

"It's just a seagull, boy!" says Hammerhead with a grim laugh.

I watch it flap away towards the island.

"I've only seen pictures of birds back in Basin City," I say.

A loud banging on the metal door interrupts us. It's Octo. "Arise and shine, my worker ants!" he 

shouts, as he turns the key to let us out of the cabin. "Time to release my children from this stinking 

tub!"

Hammerhead's fists bunch up, but he says nothing.

Outside, we see that Octo has been busy. Red

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barrels line the chart room and galley. The air is rank with diesel fumes.

"What's he up to?" I whisper to the skipper. His eyes are like slits in a furnace grate.

"Those are fuel 'barrels. He's planning on having a fireworks party — and I'll bet you and me vill be on top of the bonfire?'

My heart sinks. So that's his plan. Once we've carted the snakes across to the island, we'll have served our purpose. Then he'll blow the sub, and us, sky-high!

Octo smirks at us, like.a crocodile watching its prey. "We'll start with the emerald tree boa. I know you two have met before, Skipper!" he says, laughing hideously.

I expect Hammerhead to react violently, but he simply nods and heads down to the hold, meek as a lamb.

Maybe he's given up all hope.

Octo has already opened the largest of the crates. Inside, coiled in a tank like a giant green hose, is

                                                                pg 121

the emerald boa. It looks at us with dead black eyes, its tongue flicking in and out.

"Oh, my beauty, my sweet one!" coos Octo, patting the plastic tank, which stands as tall as his head. "Not long now and you'll be home!" He opens the top and the boa's head rises up.

Then something gross happens. Octo kisses it! As I watch in horrified fascination, Hammerhead is suddenly whispering urgently in my ear. "Get back into the engine room now! And close the door!"

"But what about you?"

His bulging eyes blaze. "Just do vat I say!"

I dash back into the engine room, slamming the metal door behind me. The last thing I see is Octo spinning around with the flare gun in his hand. Then the door bangs shut in his face.

I can hear his angry laugh.

"What good will that do you, kid? Open the door or I'll shoot!"

"I vouldn't do that, Serp," I hear the skipper say. "This sub is a rusty fuel tank — one flare and the whole lot could go up. You and all your snake children as yell!"

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Octo hesitates. I know his cunning mind will be racing. "I have something more persuasive than a flare, my bug-eyed friend," he says. And I hear the sound of a ,crate being toppled and breaking open.

He has pushed over the boa's tank! The huge snake is loose in the locked hold. Hammerhead will be crushed in its deadly grip a second time. And here I am, helpless to save him once again!

Octo's hysterical laughter rings out, followed by a scream. "No! No! NO00!"

What should I do? What can I do?

The scream has turned into a choking cry. There is the terrible sound of thrashing and kicking. I have to help my friend. I don't care what Octo does to me. Grabbing a wicked-looking spanner, I pull open the door and burst into the hold.

The sight I see there stops me dead in my tracks.

Smashed crates lie tumbled about on the deck.

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The hideous green boa is coiled in the corner, wrapped in a vice-like grip around its lifeless victim. I run towards it, raising the spanner above my head.

"Skipper!" I cry. "Can you hear me?"

A voice comes from behind me. "Of course I can hear you, boy!"

I wheel around, hardly believing my ears. It's the skipper! I turn back to the boa and stare at the limp figure in its horrible grip. "Octo Serp?"

Hammerhead nods his head grimly. "I am afraid so, boy. Now let's get this hold locked up tight before that big green vorm decides it vants a second course!"

                                              

Deep Ark 6 - Chapter 9

                                              Chapter 9

                                          pg 108                                                    

Finally, the Sea Slug arrives at Octo Serp's appointed spot.

I have spent the last twelve hours pretending to sleep in the cramped forward cabin. The truth is, I have never been more wide awake in my life.

I haven't had the chance to tell Hammerhead of my chilling discovery. He has been guarded at all times by Octo. Sitting alone in that cabin, the black waters swirling past the solitary porthole, my mind is a theme-park ride: spinning, turning, screaming out for answers.

What is Octo up to? Why hide snakes on board the Sea Slug? Where does he plan to take them at the bottom of the ocean? And what does he hope to find there, a thousand

                                                     pg 109

kilometres from anywhere?

Suddenly, I feel the old sub shudder and slow. The rackety engines grow silent.

We have arrived.

I scramble up the ladder to the cockpit. Hammerhead is peering out of his porthole, but the Sea Slug's bright forward lights illuminate nothing but endless ocean. A school of fish swims through the beams.

Octo Serp glares at me. "Rise and shine, kid! We've arrived!"

"Arrived where? The middle of nowhere?" I mutter.

"No, the centre of everywhere!" he sneers.

Hammerhead glares at him. "Vat do ve do now? Ve can't just bob around the bottom like a sick vale:'

Octo's eyes glow. A terrible smile splits his face. "Oh, I don't intend to stay on the bottom," he says, thrusting a pointing finger above his head. "We're going to the Surface!"

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"The Surface?" Hammerhead and I both explode together.

But Octo is waving the flare gun in our faces. "Take this heap of rubbish to the Surface. Now!"

Reluctantly, Hammerhead fires up the engines.  I can see anger smouldering in his eyes - anger and fear.

"The only thing you'll find up on the Surface is death!" he snarls. "Storms, poisonous air and a 

sea as violent as hell itself! Ve von't last five minutes up there!"

Octo doesn't reply, but the flare gun does. The sound of the explosion fills the cramped 

cockpit and when the smoke clears there is a ragged hole in the skipper's chair. Now he has 

our full attention.

"To the Surface!" he shouts. "No more debate!"

The Sea Slug begins to rise through the water. I grip the hull as she angles upwards. Through the porthole, I can see the water changing colour

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from jet black to murky grey. Fish appear in schools and a cloud of blue jellyfish shimmies by. A shark swims alongside the rusty sub for a while, then darts off.

Up ... up ... up.

After thirty minutes of slow but steady ascent, Hammerhead suddenly shouts, "Brace yourselves! Ve're surfacing!" I feel the Sea Slug burst through the waves, then thump back down with a bone-jangling crash. We roll around the cabin as the old sub rocks in the choppy water of the Surface.

The Surface!

How many times have I dreamed of visiting it, but never in my wildest nightmares had I thought I would arrive like this.

Octo is scrambling up the ladder to the conning-tower hatch. He swings it open with a rusty creak and a cascade of freezing sea water pours down on us.

Something else pours down as well —something I will never, ever forget. Light! Bright, white, pure, glorious sunlight!

It blinds me for a moment. I'm so used to

                                                       

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electric bulbs, neon lights, false daylight.

This is incredible. It has a warmth about it, a golden glow.

I forget about Octo and the flare gun. I push up past him amd take my first look at the Surface.

I've heard people say that a prisoner who has been locked away for years can hardly comprehend the idea of freedom.

I was that prisoner, locked away below the sea for my entire life. Now, as I gaze upon the sights and sounds of the Surface, I know I'm free.

Hammerhead joins me. "I don't believe my eyes!" he gasps.

The sun, the glorious sun, is glowing from a sky of eggshell blue. Around us, the sea sparkles green, lightly dimpled by white-crested waves. A gentle breeze ruffles our hair. The air is sweet, salt-tinged and clean. Everything beams back at us.Octo is beaming, too, though his eyes still

                                                      pg 113

have a mad gleam. He points to something I haven't seen on the horizon.

"Take the sub there!" he commands.

I look. There is something rising up out of the sea. It is small at first but, as the skipper brings the Sea Slug along the surface towards it, it grows ever larger.

I have never seen anything like it before. It has the shape of a cone, carpeted in green. Fluffy clouds gather above it.

"What is that?" I ask out loud.

Octo laughs cruelly. "You've lived all your life like a crab on the bottom of the stinking ocean. Well, feast your eyes, kid. That is called land!"

"Land?" I say, fascinated by the sight of it. "But there is no more land. Dad said it had all been flooded ..."

"Well, he was wrong. They all were," sneers Octo. "This land exists!"

"How did you know it vas here?" asks Hammerhead, his bug eyes still blinking in the bright sunlight.

"I suspected it more than knew it," replies Octo. "Then, over many years of patient

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research I grew certain. The tectonic plates move constantly, throwing up new land with each violent eruption. I knew such an island as this existed ... The only thing I needed to do was actually find.  But the fool Buller refused to believe me. He refused me permission to go looking for it. Ha! Today, I have proved him wrong. Let him and all the others who doubted Octo Serp rot at the bottom of the sea!"

In spite of the warm sunlight, I am shivering.

We arrive at the island as the sun is dipping on the horizon. Everything is bathed in golden light. Octo orders the skipper to pull into a small bay on the island's northern side and I immediately recognise the green objects that shade the sandy bay.

I have seen them in photos, but never

expected to lay eyes on them. Trees! Magnificent, blooming trees of every shape imaginable.

I'm still gazing at them when Hammerhead

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pokes his head through the hatchway. "Vat now, Serp?"

Octo tucks the flare gun into his waistband. "You stay here with the sub. I'm going ashore. And I'm taking the boy with me, just in case you get any ideas about leaving. Understand?"

Hammerhead glares at him. If looks could kill, Octo would be dead and buried.

"If you harm one hair on his head ...

But Octo is already grabbing me by the arm. He pushes me into the sea and jumps after me. The water is cold, but I can swim like a fish. We all can at Basin City.

We stumble ashore, stagger up the yellow sand, and sit gasping for breath on the beach. I can see Hammerhead on the prow of the sub, looking worried. I wave to let him know I'm okay. He seems relieved.

If only he knew he is alone with a sub full of snakes!

In the excitement of experiencing the Surface, I have forgotten the snakes. Until now.

That's when it hits me — the reason Octo has brought them here aboard the sub.

                                                      pg 116

I turn to him as he wipes water off the flare gun. "The snakes!" I Say:"This island is for them, isn't it?"

He looks at me as if I am an insect under his microscope. "You found my children in the hold, did you?" He stands and brushes the sand from his legs. "Yes. This will be their new home. No cages, no microchips — just them and me in paradise. Your stupid father never believed such a place existed. None of them did. 'Crazy Octo, they called me. Well, who's crazy now?"

"Others will find this place;' I say, getting to my feet. "When the skipper and I get back, we'll tell everyone what you've found ... what you have done!"

"What makes you think you're going back?" he says.

I stand there on that sandy bay with my mouth open, but no words come out.

By nightfall, Octo has explored the bay and the surrounding jungle and we swim back to the

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sub beneath a million stars.

Hammerhead helps haul me up out of the water. "You all right, boy?" he asks.

I nod.

"Vat's he up to on this island?" he whispers urgently.

I drip on the deck, shivering in the unfamiliar night air.

"Welcome to Octo Serp's new snake zoo!" I reply, pointing to the island.

The blood drains from his face. "There are snakes on the island?"

"Not yet."

"Vat do you mean? Vere in blazes does he expect to get them from?"

Octo overhears us and laughs cruelly. "Didn't the kid tell you yet? There are three hundred mating pairs of snakes safely stowed in your hold, Skipper. And tomorrow you'll help me release them all!"