“It means you’ve taken your father’s place.”
Siry almost smiled. Almost. “I hate to admit this,” he said, “but we wouldn’t have made it this far without your help.”
“Does that mean you trust me now?”
He reached under his shirt, where he had a wide blue belt strapped around his waist. He took it off and unfolded it to reveal it was a waterproof pouch. He reached inside the pocket and took out a yellowed piece of paper.
“I found this on the beach a long time ago,” he explained. “It was in a tube to keep it dry. The tube was broken. There’s some damage.”
He treated the document as if it were precious. He gently unfolded the paper and placed it down reverently on one of the wooden shelves.
Before I looked at it, he said, “This is proof the tribunal has been lying. It’s what brought the Jakills together and sent us on this adventure.”
He stepped aside so I could see the mysterious paper. It was a map. A very old and worn map. It was crude, not like a modern road map with lots of detail. This was more of a hand-drawn antique. There was no telling how old it was. Most of the writing had long ago worn off, but I could still see the detail of land masses.
“What am I looking at?” I asked.
“I know every detail of our island,” he explained. “Every cove, every mountain, every stream.” He pointed to an outline on the map and declared, “That’s it. There’s the bay where Rayne is built. There’s Tribunal Mountain. It’s all there.”
I wasn’t so much interested in the detail of the island, as I was about the fact that this map showed other land masses. The closest to the island was so large, the borders ran off the edges of the page.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“That,” Siry declared, “is where we’re going. If we’re going to find other life, that is the place to start.”
There was a peninsula that jutted out from the large land-mass. Its tip was the closest piece of land to the island. More interesting was the fact that the peninsula had faded letters on it. It had a name. I couldn’t quite make it out, so I took the fragile map and held it up toward a porthole so that light would shine through from behind. The words were faint and not lined up properly, but I could definitely make out the word “Rubity.”
“Rubity,” Siry said. “That’s where we’re going.”
As I held the paper up to the light, I saw another word, barely visible along one border. The letters weren’t evenly spaced and could barely be made out, but there was no mistake. The word was “JAKILL.”
“We think it might be the name of the mapmaker,” Siry said before I could ask. “That’s one mystery solved, right?” he added with a sly smile.
“How long will it take to sail there?” I asked.
“Depends on the wind, but it’s not far. A day. Maybe longer.”
“That’s close,” I said, surprised.
“That’s why we chose it. But it’s also a big risk. If Rubity is populated, there’s a good chance we’ll find something there we’d rather not.”
“What’s that?”
“Flighters.”
I didn’t have much to do on the ship. No, I had nothing to do on the ship, other than to walk around and be impressed by how the Jakills were such good sailors. They expertly trimmed the sails and kept the spider web of lines from tangling and basically sailed the ship like they were born to do it. I took the chance to talk with some of them and learned their major fun growing up was sailing small boats. Some even spent time on the larger fishing vessels or apprenticed under the guidance of experienced sailors. It definitely qualified them to be sailing this minipirate ship.
The trip was cake. The water was calm and the air was warm. In the afternoon when the sun got really hot, we swung off the rails from ropes attached to the mast, plunging into the warm, tropical sea. It was a blast.
I also took the chance to explore the rest of the ship. The engines were small, just as Siry had said. They weren’t powerful enough to do much more than maneuver. Loque explained to me that it ran on fuel that was distilled from plants. How cool was that? Organic fuel!
There were several jugs of fresh drinking water on board, but not a lot of food. That was the one part of the plan that the Jakills had to sacrifice. Given the way we had to hijack the ship, there was no way to bring food on board for our voyage. Their hope was that we’d find enough at our destination.
Rubity.
What was Rubity? The concept of there being a whole world outside the island made sense in theory, but actually seeing a map and learning a name made it real. As excited as I was, I had to think the Jakills were going out of their minds with anticipation. And maybe a little dread.
When night fell, I took the time to begin this journal. I found this paper in a cabin to the stern of the ship that must have been the captain’s quarters. It had a single bunk and a table where I could write. There was no artificial light on board, so I sat by a window at the stern and used the bright light from the stars to write by. As I sat there alone, writing by starlight, I felt certain that the closer the ship got to land, the closer I was getting to my next meeting with Saint Dane.
That wasn’t the only reason I was feeling anxious. Being with the Jakills and seeing how they’d risked everything to take charge of their lives got me thinking about my own life. I wondered how much longer my quest would go on. How much longer would I have to blindly accept my fate and bounce between territories chasing Saint Dane? Right or wrong, the Jakills had taken control of their own destinies. Was it time I did the same with mine?
I fell asleep that night with those thoughts banging around in my head. I’m surprised I got any sleep at all. I lay down on the bunk in that cabin and tried to push the negative thoughts out of my head. Eventually I nodded off and didn’t wake up the entire night. As I slowly came out of dreamland, my stomach gurgled. I hadn’t eaten in a while-that was my first thought. My second was that someone was up on deck, screaming.
“Hey! Hey! Everybody!” he shouted. I forced myself to wake up, threw my legs over the side of the bunk, and stood up. It was early. The sky was only beginning to turn from black to deep blue. The sun would soon follow.
“Come on! Everybody on deck!” came the excited voice.
I rubbed my face to get the circulation going and headed out. I made my way along the small corridor to the ladder leading to the top deck. On the way, I ran into Loque and rat boy.
“What’s going on?” I asked groggily.
“Don’t know,” Loque answered.
We all climbed the ladder and headed out on deck. We were met with the sight of several Jakills standing shoulder to shoulder along one railing, gazing out to sea. At first I thought they had seen a whale, or another ship. At least that’s what I hoped. I didn’t want another run-in with a Flighter warship. I joined the group, gazed off in the same direction, and gasped. I really gasped. The vision in the distance forced it out of me. On the horizon, maybe a few hours’ sailing time away, was land. We had reached the shore of the great land mass on Siry’s map.
“Closer than I thought,” Siry said as he joined us. “It’s beautiful!” Twig said.
“Everything’s beautiful from a distance,” Siry said.
I couldn’t begin to imagine what the Jakills were thinking. Their suspicions were correct. The map was real. There was land beyond their island. What we saw on the horizon was something none of the Jakills had ever seen before. I had, but seeing it here on Ibara, knowing what it meant, made my knees go weak. There before us, on the peninsula marked “Rubity” on the ancient map, was a city. A modern city. The tops of buildings appeared on the horizon first, which meant they were big. Very big. Skyline big. Chicago big. New York big.
“What are those pointy things?” rat boy asked in wonder.
I didn’t answer. He would see for himself. The simple island people of Rayne were about to get what they wanted.
They were going to discover the truth about their home.<
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I, on the other hand, had entirely different expectations. I had absolutely no doubt that somewhere in that mysterious city, Saint Dane was waiting for me.
(CONTINUED)
IBARA
I was struck by the quiet.
It’s not often you can say that quiet has such an impact. It didn’t seem to bother the Jakills, though. From the moment we saw the city, they were over the moon with excitement. (Assuming that Ibara has a moon, that is.) For years they had spoken in secret whispers about what might lie beyond the shores of their island. They met in the jungle to wonder and plan. They were so driven by their hunger for the truth, they were willing to become outcasts among their own people to find it.
Their long-planned search was about to come to an end in a place called “Rubity.”
Those who weren’t manning the sails or below tending to the engines were eagerly leaning over the rails as if those few extra inches would get them a better view of this wondrous city. At first there was nothing but enthusiasm. As we sailed closer, their emotions were less obvious. Looking at their faces, I could guess why. I felt it too. Maybe not as strongly as the Jakills, but I felt it. There was still excitement of course. but there was also worry. What if the reality of Ibara turned out to be dismal? That would be bad enough, but it would mean that learning the truth wasn’t worth the sacrifices they had made. Nobody spoke. Nobody laughed. Nobody speculated on what it was they were seeing. They all silently kept inside their own heads. One way or another, their lives were about to change. I could only hope that their dreams wouldn’t turn into nightmares.
“A pier!” Loque shouted from the bow. “We can tie up there!” He pointed off the starboard bow to what looked like a low structure built out onto the water. It looked like a few other ships were tied up as well. It was as good a place as any for us to aim for. Siry made a slight course adjustment and we glided toward the pier.
For me, the real show was about to begin. I felt as if we were growing closer to Saint Dane. This may sound weird, but the odd quiet of this city made me think of him. Maybe it was because something felt off. The others didn’t know what to expect from a city, but I did, and I knew something wasn’t right. At first we were too far away to hear anything more specific than a wall of city white noise. We never hit that wall. I listened for random honking car horns, shouts, sirens, music… anything! There was nothing but the lonely, hollow sound of wind blowing through the canyons of buildings.
Siry gave the wheel to Loque and took me aside. “Okay, Traveler,” he whispered. “What do you think of this?”
“It’s a city,” I said. “Think of Rayne, times a few thousand. No biggie.”
That seemed to relax Siry. It wouldn’t last.
“But something’s odd,” I added. “It’s too quiet. Cities are cities because they’re loaded with people and activity. I don’t hear any of that.”
Siry listened for a moment, and frowned. “I don’t know what I’m listening for.”
“Life,” I answered. “If you get that many people together in one place, they’re going to make noise. Rayne is louder than this.”
Siry looked at the buildings that were now growing to the size of skyscrapers. It looked like any city you’d see on Second Earth. Nothing unusual… except for the silence. Siry went back to the wheel, saying to Loque, “I’ll bring us in.”
Loque nodded and called out to the others, “Docking party! With me!”
Five of the Jakills left their vantage points by the rail to join Loque and prepare to tie up the ship at the pier. I wandered back to the bow of our ship and took another look at the looming city scape. My eye caught something that seemed a little off. We were still pretty far away so I couldn’t tell for sure. I had to wait patiently, watching, knowing the closer we got, the more clear it would become.
I glanced down at the water. It was just as green and sparkling as back on the island. Below the surface I was able to make out shapes. At first I thought I was looking at rocks. Or maybe a reef. But as the water grew more shallow, reality became clear. Literally. There were ships down there. Wrecks. A lot of them. They were big, too. It was hard to tell for sure, because I didn’t know how deep it was, but some of these sunken ships looked huge. I’m talking ocean-liner huge! We passed over the decks of several wrecks of all sizes. The water was clear enough to see the difference between pleasure boats and others that looked like working boats or freighters. We passed over one monstrous shadow that was definitely an ocean liner. I could tell because toward the tail was the faint blue color of a swimming pool. I got the chills. I was looking down on a graveyard of sunken ships.
I flashed a look back to the buildings. As we grew closer, the truth was slowly emerging. The buildings were no more alive than the ships below the water. I could make out detail. The structures were scarred and pitted. There was more broken glass than intact windows. Some buildings had huge chunks taken out of them. I couldn’t tell if the gashes were a result of some kind of attack or simply rotting away. I looked up one wide street between buildings to see that an entire, huge building had crashed and crumbled there. The wide boulevard was totally blocked by the massive hulk of this toppled skyscraper. The ground was mostly covered with rubble. There were massive piles of broken cement and twisted steel. It all had a strange, magical sparkle that was kind of pretty, until I realized the sparkling came from light reflected off tons of shattered glass. There were cars, too. Lots of them. Many were buried, their headlights peeking out as if trying to get a final glimpse of daylight.
The one thing I didn’t see was people.
Several Jakills lowered the mainsail. We relied on engine power to continue our slow journey toward the pier. I could now see the ships that were tied up. They looked to be military craft, not unlike the boat that the Flighters used to attack Rayne. These boats looked even worse for wear than the Flighters’ junker. Huge patches of rust had eaten through their hulls. I was surprised they were still floating. One was barely above water, with its stern dipped below the surface. It would only be a matter of time before it slipped down and joined the others in the underwater tomb.
Looking at the Jakills, I saw more confusion than concern.
They didn’t know what a city was supposed to look like. To them this was normal. Of course the big question was what happened? Why was the city empty? No, not just empty. Abandoned. Was there a war? The thought flashed that maybe there had been some kind of epidemic that wiped out the population, and we were about to be exposed. But whatever happened there, it wasn’t recent. This place had been dead for a long time.
I had to believe that if there was a nasty biological threat, it would have died off long ago. At least, that’s what I told myself.
Siry expertly guided the ship toward the pier. We gently bumped along our starboard side as Loque and the other Jakills jumped over the railing with ropes. There were large cleats that they used to tie us off. As the rest of the Jakills came up from below, Siry gathered the entire group by the bow.
“Pendragon says he’s seen places like this before,” he announced confidently. “It’s called a city.”
Rat boy asked, “Where did Pendragon see a city before?”
Everyone looked at me. How was I supposed to answer that?
“I’ve heard of places like this,” I said vaguely. “But I’ve heard they are busy places that are full of people. This city looks… looks-“
“Dead,” Loque said soberly.
All eyes turned to the city of rubble.
“Here’s the plan,” Siry said, sounding businesslike. “We’ll send a small party out to explore. The rest should stay here and guard the ship.”
“Against what?” rat boy asked. I really had to find out what his name was. Calling somebody “rat boy” wasn’t cool.
Siry answered, “There may be Flighters here.”
“Who’s going?” Twig asked.
“Me, Twig, and Loque,” Siry responded. “I’m going too,” I said.
; Siry shot me a ticked look, as if I had stepped on his authority again. Too bad. I wasn’t about to hang out on that ship. I needed to learn about this city. I didn’t want to make this a power struggle, so I quickly said, “If there’s only a couple of you going, you might need protection.”
How weird was that? I was putting myself out there like some kind of enforcer. Or some kind of… Loor. Siry thought about it, then nodded.
“All right, Pendragon will come too.” He said this to the group as if it were his idea. I had no problem with that. He saved face and I was going on the scout. Siry addressed the group again. “Do not let anybody aboard. If anything happens to this ship…” He let the thought dangle. He didn’t need to finish. Nobody wanted to be stranded there. Every Jakill nodded in agreement.
Siry, Loque, Twig, and I prepared for our trip by each taking a wooden blowgun and a pouch with ten blow darts. I wasn’t sure if I’d be effective with the blowgun, seeing as I’d never tried it before. I figured the wooden weapon would be better used as a short club. I took the darts just the same, tucking the pouch and the weapon into the waist of my pants.
“We won’t be long,” Siry announced.
The four of us climbed over the railing and dropped down to the pier. The wood beneath our feet felt like squishy sponge.
“It’s rotten!” I called out. “Watch where you walk. You don’t want to put your foot through.”
We walked gingerly toward shore, mostly with our eyes down, to be sure we weren’t stepping on a plank that would splinter and plunge us into the water. Along the way we passed a few more of the military-looking gunboats. Up close these boats looked even worse. Their hulls were rusty. Their decks looked as rotten as the pier. I noticed something that made me a little nervous though. As bad as the boats looked, the large gun that was mounted near each of the bows, the same kind of gun that had fired on us off Rayne, looked pretty clean. It didn’t gleam or anything, but it looked to me like it might actually work. I tucked that thought away and kept moving.
We reached the beginning of the pier and stepped onto land. The first thing that caught my eye was a large street sign on the ground that was nearly buried in debris. At one time it was probably bright blue with large white letters. The color had long since faded. The letters had gone gray. But I could read it. There was a large arrow on top, under which it read: FOURTH STREET BRIDGE. I wondered if this was actually English, or my ability as a Traveler translated it for me.
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