Sky Run

by Alex Shearer

  ‘Martin,’ I said, getting him by the elbow. ‘Would you just walk over here with me a moment? I’d like a quiet word.’

  He shook my hand off.

  ‘Hey, don’t poop the party, sis,’ he said. ‘Chill out. We’re all chilling here.’

  ‘Well, let’s just chill over there for a minute, if you wouldn’t mind.’

  He handed Leo the guitar.

  ‘Here you are, Leo, old buddy. You get some good vibes out of that. I won’t be long.’

  ‘Take it easy, dude,’ Leo said. Then he glanced at me. ‘I like your sister, man,’ he said. ‘She’s a looker.’ And he blew me a kiss. Which I thought was damn cheeky.

  I got Martin out of earshot of his buddies and propped him against a tree.

  ‘Martin –’

  ‘Why the long face, sis?’ he said. ‘Hey, lighten up, here. Where’s the fire?’

  ‘Martin, what did Peggy tell you? What did I tell you?’

  ‘Don’t eat the kelpie, sis. Do not eat the kelp.’

  ‘Exactly. So how much have you had?’

  ‘Me? None. No, no, no. Not a kelpie morsel has passed my non-kelpie lips.’

  I didn’t believe him.

  ‘You sure?’

  ‘Cross my die and hope to heart.’

  ‘Cross your heart –’

  ‘And hope to die. Right.’

  ‘You’ve eaten nothing?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘You’re sure?’

  ‘Positive. Nothing at all. I just had a drink, that was all.’

  I groaned.

  ‘What did you have?’

  ‘Juice.’

  ‘Where from?’

  ‘The stall.’

  ‘Stay there.’

  I went to the stall.

  ‘Excuse me, what kind of juice do you have?’

  ‘Orange, peach, grapefruit.’

  ‘Oh. And that’s all?’

  ‘That’s all.’

  ‘That’s it.’

  ‘No kelpie juice?’

  ‘Well, kelpie’s in all the drinks, young lady. The orange, peach and grapefruit just make it more flavoursome. So what’ll it be?’

  ‘It’s OK. I’m not thirsty now.’

  I went back to where I had left Martin. He’d gone. I looked and there he was, sprawled back on the grass with his new-found friends.

  ‘Martin –’

  ‘Hi, sis. You’re back. Have you met my buddy Leo here?’

  ‘Martin, we need to go.’

  ‘Nah we don’t. We don’t need to go anywhere.’

  ‘Martin!’

  ‘Hey, buddy, your sister’s giving me earache. I’m taking the guitar over there. You come and join us when she’s gone.’

  Martin’s buddies stood up and left, leaving him and Leo, and Leo was gathering up his stuff too.

  ‘Ah, see what you’ve done,’ Martin said. ‘And we were just getting to chill –’

  ‘Martin –’

  ‘What?’

  ‘There was kelpie juice in that drink.’

  ‘Was there? No kidding? That so? Then you should try it, sis. It’s real good.’

  ‘Is it?’

  ‘Fantabulastic. Isn’t it, Leo?’

  ‘Sure thing, dude. Only wish I had some.’

  ‘Me too,’ Martin said. ‘But my money’s gone.’

  ‘Don’t worry, man,’ Leo said. ‘We can go off sky-swimming later and get some fresh kelpie all for ourselves.’

  ‘Hey, awesome, dude!’ Martin said. ‘Awesome.’

  Then I had an idea.

  ‘Unless you two want to come to the boat,’ I said.

  Martin’s eyes narrowed.

  ‘The boat?’

  ‘Peggy’s cooking supper.’

  ‘Well, I am getting hungry. You getting hungry, Leo?’

  ‘Kelpie hungry, dude.’

  ‘Well, that’s what she’s cooking. Kelpie fish and rice,’ I said.

  ‘Kelpie fish and kelpie rice! You hear that, Leo?’

  ‘Awesome, dude,’ he said.

  ‘We going to go and get some of this kelpie rice and fish, dude?’

  ‘And there’s kelpie juice to wash it down too,’ I said. And then – though I was worried I was maybe going too far – I added, ‘And there’s kelpie blancmange for pudding.’

  ‘Wow! Kelpie blancmange, dude!’ Leo said. ‘I never even heard of that!’

  ‘Then let’s go and try it, dude,’ Martin said, getting a little unsteadily to his feet and putting his shirt back on.

  ‘Sure thing, buddy. Can’t wait for this kelpie blancmange scene. You just hit me with that one.’

  ‘Awesome, dude,’ Martin said.

  ‘Double awesome.’

  And so they said goodbye to their friends in the park – I told them not to invite their buddies as there wouldn’t be enough to go round – and off we went.

  And, yes, as we walked along, everyone was so, so friendly. And solicitous too.

  ‘Hey, you leaving us already, young people?’

  ‘Just going to get some kelpie and fish and rice, thank you,’ I assured them.

  ‘No one’s coercing you to leave now, are they? Because we don’t like that here. We like everything nice and friendly and no hassles.’

  ‘Oh no, we’re not leaving. We’re just having a little taste of kelpie and then we’re coming right back,’ Martin said. (And little did he know; and just as well.)

  ‘Good to hear it, youngsters. We’ll be looking out for you. And enjoy your kelpie.’

  ‘Awesome.’

  Everything was awesome, as far as I could make out. Even awesome was awesome.

  ‘Hey, man,’ Leo said, as we walked down to the harbour. ‘What brought you dudes – like you and your sister, dude – to the island?’

  ‘Oh, we were going to City Island to school – but we’re not bothering with that any more. We’re staying here and having ourselves some kelpie from now on? Aren’t we, sis, dude?’

  ‘You’ve got it, Martin, dude,’ I said. ‘We’re staying here for the kelpie.’

  ‘Awesome,’ Leo said. ‘Same story here. Small world, huh?’

  ‘Awesomely small,’ I said.

  ‘Right on,’ Leo said.

  And then we were at the pontoon to our boat.

  Peggy saw us coming. She took in Martin’s and Leo’s condition at a glance, and she saw me wink at her, and I knew she’d cottoned on.

  ‘Hi, Gemma. Everything OK?’

  ‘Fine, thanks, Peggy. I’ve just brought Martin and his new friend Leo back to the boat for some of that kelpie fish stew and rice you’re cooking.’

  ‘Oh, it’s in the big pan right now,’ Peggy said. ‘Simmering down in the galley there.’

  ‘And how’s the old kelpie blancmange coming along, Peggy, dude?’ Martin said.

  ‘Just setting nicely,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you take Leo below and have a look?’

  ‘Hey, that would be awesome, dude. Let’s go and inspect the makings. What do you say?’

  ‘Lead me to the kelpie, man,’ Leo said. ‘Let’s sharpen up the chopsticks and get stuck in.’

  ‘You go down then, the both of you, and I’ll be right down after,’ Peggy said.

  At which point Angelica nearly blew it. She was standing watching, wondering what was going on. Alain had twigged, but Angelica was a little more innocent.

  ‘I didn’t know we were having kelpie,’ she said. ‘I thought you warned us not to go anywhere near –’

  ‘I was just kidding, my dear,’ Peggy said. ‘Everyone knows that kelpie’s just the tops. Right, Martin?’

  ‘It’s awesome, Peg,’ he said. ‘No worries with the kelpie. You get a little kelpie down you and life’s just, well … what is it, Leo?’

  ‘It’s awesome, man.’

  ‘That’s the word. Awesome. Let’s go down below ships, man, and get our kelpie levels topped up.’

  He led the way down below to the galley and Leo followed him.

  The insta
nt they were down, we slammed the hatch shut, and Peggy battened it down tight.

  I won’t record the language they used when they realised they’d been had and that there was no kelpie and that the ship was sailing and leaving the Friendly Islands way behind.

  No, I won’t tell you the expressions they used, but I can tell you this, the word awesome was not among them, though hell and damnation did figure in there occasionally.

  We took off and sailed to meet the sleek boat waiting for us out in the sky. There was still a lot of thumping and banging and shouting coming from below, but it subsided and then there was the sound of snoring.

  We tied up alongside and invited Leo’s parents on board.

  ‘He’s all right, is he?’

  ‘Looks it,’ Peggy said. ‘Just don’t expect gratitude and you won’t be disappointed. You want to open the hatch, Gemma?’

  ‘Is it safe?’

  ‘I can’t see either of them trying to sky-swim it back to the Friendlies from here.’

  So we unlocked and opened up the hatch and swung it back.

  ‘Martin … Martin!’ I yelled.

  ‘Leo,’ Peggy said. ‘It’s your mother.’

  The snoring was replaced by grumbling and mutinous-sounding muttering, and then steps slowly clambered up the ladder, and first one, and then a second, set of bloodshot eyes appeared.

  ‘Oh, my head –’ Martin said. ‘Something must have hit it.’

  ‘I was tempted,’ I said.

  ‘Gemma –’ Peggy said, disapprovingly. So I let it drop.

  Leo looked even worse than Martin. His eyes were red with a tinge of yellow to them.

  They came up and sat on deck. Peggy gave them water.

  ‘Enjoy the Friendly Isles then, Martin?’ she asked brightly.

  ‘I was enjoying them,’ he said. ‘For a while.’

  ‘Yes, the kelp’s great until you stop eating it.’

  ‘I think I’m going to be sick,’ Leo said.

  ‘Well, do be careful, dear,’ his mother told him. But it was more a matter of urgency than caution.

  ‘How come all the people on the islands aren’t sick, Peggy?’ I asked.

  ‘They never stop eating the kelp. They start young and keep on going. You don’t get withdrawal if you never stop.’

  ‘And that’s why they’re so happy and friendly all the time?’

  ‘Probably helps.’

  ‘Hmm …’

  Peggy looked at me dubiously.

  ‘But we’d rather live in the real world, wouldn’t we, Gemma?’

  ‘I guess so,’ I said.

  ‘That’s right.’

  But I wasn’t entirely sure about that, to be honest.

  Leo’s parents helped him over to their boat. He fell into a hammock and went straight back to sleep.

  ‘We’ll see you at City Island, Mrs Piercey,’ his father called.

  ‘No doubt you will. And we’ll see you too. But you’ll be there a good while before us in that boat, I think.’

  ‘Well, thanks again for your help. We’re more than grateful.’

  ‘Our pleasure.’

  We untied, waved them goodbye, and the sleek, streamlined boat slipped away and was soon a kilometre or more ahead of us, moving as fast as a shark through the thermals of the sky.

  ‘Well, let’s hope he didn’t get too strong a taste for it,’ Peggy said.

  ‘Who?’

  ‘That Leo boy. It’s OK if you catch it early, but any longer and you’ll be back. The Friendly Isles will be a place you’ll never get away from then.’

  I looked at Martin with some concern. But he just grimaced.

  ‘No,’ he said. ‘I don’t think so. If I’d known that not having a care in the world made you feel like this, I’d never have thought it was such a good idea. Is there any more water there?’

  ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘Or how about a kelpie juice?’

  He headed for the rail in a hurry.

  I didn’t like to watch what happened. But I could certainly hear it.

  It wasn’t nice.

  22

  a morning after

  MARTIN’S TURN TO SPEAK AGAIN:

  Yes. Travelling hopefully. That’s what Peggy used to say. And she no doubt got it from somebody else who used to say it. We’re all travelling hopefully, and often that part is better than the actual arriving.

  We were on the last leg of the journey now, and soon we’d be there, and all the hopes would turn into realities, and maybe also into disappointments. I didn’t see how City Island could ever live up to Peggy’s promises for it. I thought I might just prefer to go on travelling and being hopeful forever. Always journeying but never arriving anywhere.

  ‘How about that, Peggy?’ I asked her, when I’d recovered from the worst of the effects of drinking kelpie juice. ‘How about we just keep on going when we see City Island, go sailing on forever?’

  ‘I think that might get a little tedious after a while, Martin.’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘The thing about travelling hopefully is that to do it, you need a destination. If you don’t have anywhere to get to, or any expectations of the place, you’re not travelling hopefully any more – just travelling … pointlessly.’

  ‘I wouldn’t mind.’

  ‘Even Cloud Hunters, who never stop travelling, always have an object in view – the next cloud bank, the next island.’

  ‘We could travel in the hope of … adventures.’

  ‘You’ve not had enough of them yet, Marty?’

  ‘I’ll never have enough of them, Peg.’

  ‘Well, I have. I’m going to lie down. You keep watch. Gemma can take the wheel.’

  She went below. She was doing a lot of sleeping these days. Old age, she said, catching up with her, overtaking her even. But then she’d been old since I’d first known her; I didn’t know why it was bothering her now.

  I got a line and threw it over the side and Angelica came and joined me and we fished for lunch as the boat sailed along.

  ‘Will we soon be there, Martin?’

  ‘A few more days.’

  ‘It’s going to be strange.’

  ‘Yes, I think so too.’

  ‘Like nothing I’ve never known. Martin …’

  ‘Hmm?’

  ‘I’ve got to confess something to you – some of those rat-skinning stories I told you –’

  ‘What about them?’

  ‘I may have exaggerated a little. They weren’t all, well – true.’

  That made me smile.

  ‘Yeah, I know,’ I said.

  ‘You knew?’

  ‘Yeah. I know everyone thinks I’m gullible. But even I’m not that bad.’

  ‘I only told them to you because you wanted me to.’

  ‘I know. And they were pretty good stories as well. I really liked listening to them.’

  ‘You did?’

  ‘Yes. A lot.’

  ‘You want me to tell you another one?’

  ‘OK. If you’ve got any.’

  ‘OK. One last and final rat-skinning story, before we get to City Island. Now, this is a true one, that really happened.’

  ‘Absolutely,’ I said.

  But I never did hear it. We were interrupted. Alain had uncoiled himself from the hammock he had been swinging in and he loped over to the deck rail. He hopped up onto it, holding onto the rigging for balance. Then he pointed towards an approaching craft.

  ‘Gemma – close the solars. It’s Cloud Hunters again.’

  She did as he asked. Out of the mist haze a cloud-hunting boat approached us, its decks wet with water and vapour, rolling heavily on the thermals, as if its holding tanks were full.

  ‘Hey! Hey!’

  Alain shouted and waved as he perched up on the deck rail. Figures appeared at the rail of the cloud-hunting boat – a man, a girl, a woman holding a child, and a lean and tattooed tracker.

  ‘My God … I don’t believe …’

  And the
next thing, he leapt from the rail and out into space – he air-swam a few dozen strokes and then he was by the cloud-hunting boat, and they were hauling him on board like a netted fish – like some long-hunted, rare and invaluable species that they had all but abandoned hope of ever finding.

  Because it was his family. It was their boat.

  Peggy must have felt the boat come to a stop, or heard the commotion, because she came back up on deck, stiff-kneed and little cranky.

  ‘What have we stopped for? What’s going on?’

  Then she saw the Cloud Hunters, and she saw Alain among them.

  ‘Well … well, now …’

  But her smile soon changed, because the next moment the tracker in the Cloud Hunting boat was leaping from their boat to ours, a knife in his hand.

  ‘I’ll slit their throats,’ he yelled. ‘Every one of them!’

  But Alain came after him.

  ‘No!’ he said. ‘No! They aren’t the ones who kidnapped me. They’re the ones who saved me!’

  And the tracker stopped in – well, his tracks – and lowered the knife, which had been about to slit Peggy’s throat, and he displayed a row of perfectly white teeth, framed in a smile, and said, ‘Madam, how charming to meet you. What an absolute treat. You saved our boy from war and violence, all of which we loathe –’

  ‘Evidently …’ Peggy said.

  ‘Allow us to express our undying gratitude.’

  ‘I’m glad I’m still alive to receive your undying gratitude,’ Peggy said. ‘It was a close thing for a moment there.’

  ‘Charmed, madam,’ the tracker said. ‘Totally charmed.’

  And he reached out, took Peggy’s hand, formally kissed it, then returned it to her, and all as if he was in a lounge suit and tie in some elegant drawing room, instead of half-naked, covered in tattoos and scars, and on a battered old boat in the middle of the sky.

  Well, if we thought we were getting on our way any time soon after that, we thought wrong. Oh yes. We had to go on board the cloud-hunting boat and drink green tea and eat sky-shrimp, and then the best, sweetest water, kept for special occasions, was brought out. When that happened, Peggy – not wanting to be outdone with the hospitality – sent me back to our boat for our final bottle of old Ben Harley’s private stash, and she presented it to the Cloud Hunters, who were all for opening it straight away, but she said no, not while small children were around, but maybe when their boat was safely tied up at a quiet island somewhere they should pop the cork and give it a go, and there’d be no cause to worry about any midges.