by Carrie Ryan
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Copyright © 2018 by Carrie Ryan and John Parke Davis
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Ryan, Carrie, author. | Davis, John Parke, author.
Title: Iron tide rising / by Carrie Ryan & John Parke Davis.
Description: First edition. | New York ; Boston : Little, Brown and Company, 2018. | Series: The map to everywhere ; book 4 | Summary: “Fin and Marrill’s final adventure takes them to the Mirrorweb, the heart of the Pirate Stream, where they must confront an old friend who has become their worst enemy”— Provided by publisher.
Identifiers: LCCN 2017030077| ISBN 9780316240932 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780316240895 (ebook library edition) | ISBN 9780316240925 (ebook)
Subjects: | CYAC: Adventure and adventurers—Fiction. | Pirates—Fiction. | Maps—Fiction. | Fantasy.
Classification: LCC PZ7.R9478 Iro 2018 | DDC [Fic]—dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017030077
ISBNs: 978-0-316-24093-2 (hardcover), 978-0-316-24092-5 (ebook)
E3-20180106-JV-PC
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
CHAPTER 1: A Rocky Start
CHAPTER 2: Smash Course
CHAPTER 3: Things Obscured in the Mist
CHAPTER 4: Flight-of-Thorns
CHAPTER 5: War and Peace (but Mostly War)
CHAPTER 6: An Exit
CHAPTER 7: Without a Flame
CHAPTER 8: The Space Among the Tallowtrees
CHAPTER 9: Marrill Is a Dolphin
CHAPTER 10: At Dawn, the Light Is Peculiar
CHAPTER 11: A Genial Conversation at the Beginning of Time
CHAPTER 12: MirrorwebewrorriM
CHAPTER 13: The Woman in the Glass
CHAPTER 14: Striking Distance
CHAPTER 15: Iron.
CHAPTER 16: Finding Friends in the Worst Places
CHAPTER 17: The King of Molten Metal
CHAPTER 18: Baby Steps
CHAPTER 19: Remy Gets a Tattoo
CHAPTER 20: The Lightning Net
CHAPTER 21: Friends Who Were Enemies Fight an Enemy Who Was a Friend
CHAPTER 22: No Reflections
CHAPTER 23: Black Mirror
CHAPTER 24: Headwaters
CHAPTER 25: The Last Port
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
For our parents,
that we may sail forever on seas of gold.
And for Corey, Robbie, and Jamie—
may your adventures be as boundless as the Stream.
HEDGECAW’S INDEX OF ORACULAR IMPLEMENTS
A GUIDE TO THE MANY THINGS REFERENCED IN THE MERESSIAN PROPHECY,
Collected and Protected by the Most Vigilant Meressian Order
GUARD AGAINST IT AND PREVENT IT
Vol. III: Verses 180–495
Brine Butterfly (1), in a jar: Recovered from two of our own so-called guards just after the sinking of our Temple Ship at the Khaznot Quay. This butterfly, and an untimely sniffle, allowed a mysterious and unknown thief to slip aboard.
Verse 199, lines 1–2: The Master of Thieves, he needs no keys / just wings of salt, and simple sneeze…
Status: FULFILLED
Clock of Scarabs: Clock of a thousand hands, recovered from the Abandoned City of Avoraquorum, deep in the caverns beneath Flight-of-Thorns Citadel. The eyeless men of the caves speak of a time when all the Clock’s hands lined up at once, and of the Great Pealing that forced them out into the dark.
Verse 200, lines 4–5: …whence the beetle’s chime did sound / through towers tall, built underground…
Status: FULFILLED
Shame of the Veiled Emperor: Bottled. WARNING: Do not mock.
Verse 201, lines 14–15: …his pride laid low, like starlight that sours / with a rustle of silk and the scent of dead flowers…
Status: FULFILLED
Wickless Candle, Made from Mysterious Wax: Little is known about this artifact, save that it has melted and reformed more than once already.
Verse 202, lines 3–5: Let the unlit light, my way illuminate / to the web of mirrors, to the space beyond the Gate / with a candle unburnt, the token of She-Who-Waits.
Status: FULFILLED
Candied Hearts of Yesterday: Sold on chains in the Calendar Delta, where the locals hunt wild days in a revolving bayou. Not as edible as one would think. This particular chain was wrapped around the wickless candle.
Verse 202, lines 6–8: Let yesterday’s hearts, my path divine / that I might see the depth of time / and with a coat of sugar, they taste just fine!
Status: FULFILLED
The Evershear: The legendary blade of Sir Emvigle of the Collapsing Court, enchanted so that there is nothing through which it cannot cut. Found lodged in the side of a serpent the size of a mountain. (or is it a mountain that crawls like a serpent?).
Verse 203, lines 9–12: Far beyond the Whimpering Lake / The serpent of many sizes wakes / There he sheds his epic Scale / A trade for a blade that never fails.
Status: FULFILLED
CHAPTER 1
A Rocky Start
Marrill… Marrill, honey…”
Marrill blinked twice at the morning light filtering in through the half-drawn blinds. Her mother’s voice wrapped around her like a blanket, holding her warm and tight. The scent of distant rain was on the breeze, but as far as she could see, the clouds had passed; outside her window, the day was fresh and bright.
“Mom?” she whispered.
“Shhh,” her mother murmured in her ear. Gentle arms cradled her. One hand stroked her hair. No plastic tubes snaked from the back of that hand; no hospital monitor beeped beside them. Her mother’s face smiled down, strong, healthy.
Marrill sank into the embrace. “Oh, Mom, I’m so glad you’re here.” Words tumbled out as her mother rocked her slowly back and forth. “I stayed on the Pirate Stream to save you, but everything just went wrong. We lost our friend Coll, and Fin’s mother died, and Ardent—”
“I know, Petal,” her mother cooed. She rocked her more strongly now, back and forth, back and forth. “But it’s okay. It’s all better now.”
Marrill smiled. Her mom always did make things better. No matter how badly things went, her mom was so calm, so strong. So brave. Everything Marrill wi
shed she could be, but wasn’t.
“Look,” her mother whispered. “Isn’t the ocean beautiful?”
Marrill looked across the endless expanse of sea that spread out on every side. Her bedroom rested on a stone spire. Other than the one wall beside them with its cozy window, the whole thing was open—there was nothing but air between them and the sunrise-painted water.
Her mother rocked her harder now. So hard, it seemed like the whole stone spire was swaying. Back and forth, back and forth. The water grew closer then farther away, closer, farther. Fear welled up inside Marrill, but she bit it back. As long as she had her mother, she would be safe.
“Mom?” she asked. “Are we going to fall?”
Her mother laughed. “Only if you don’t let go first, Marrill. Only if you don’t let go.”
Something wasn’t right, Marrill could feel it. She looked up. An iron mask loomed over them, so huge it nearly filled the sky, the sun just a halo behind it. A sharp-fingered gauntlet rocked the whole room back and forth, furiously now.
Metal spread from the hand, running down the wall toward them. The spire pitched, plummeted. Marrill screamed, holding on to her mother for dear life.
“LET GO!” a booming voice commanded.
“Marrill, let go!” Fin gasped. Marrill’s eyes popped open. He was leaning over her, face going red as she tugged on his collar. She let go.
Next thing she knew, Marrill was sprawled on the floor of her cabin as the Enterprising Kraken lurched beneath them. The cabin had changed again during the night. Its walls were as blue as the sky, in imitation of her dream, but the shimmering-water image beneath her sloshed violently with the motion of the ship.
“What’s going on?” she muttered, still shaking away the gap between dream and reality. The floor tilted bedward, sending her tumbling beneath it. Her cat, Karnelius, was braced there with claws anchored in the wood. He glared at her as she slid past, his one eye narrowed to a slit.
Fin leapt smoothly from bedside to bed to other bedside, bobbing with the rise and fall of the ship. “That’s what I was waking you up for,” he said. He hopped up on the bed and back down again, rubbing his throat. “Hey, did you know you strangle in your sleep?”
Marrill caught a bedpost as the ship tilted and she began to slide again. She clung to it for a second, letting reality filter back in. She was on the Kraken. She and Fin and the rest of the crew were on the trail of the wizard Ardent—transformed now into the Master of the Iron Ship. They had to find out why he’d unleashed the Iron Tide to menace the Pirate Stream.
And more importantly, how to stop it.
She gripped the bedpost tight as the ship shifted, then hauled herself to her feet. “Sorry,” she said. “I was having a bit of a weird dream.”
Fin grabbed her hand and yanked her toward the door. “Well, shake it off. We’ve got a weird reality to deal with!”
Marrill laughed as she chased after him to the great spiral staircase that ran up the middle of the Kraken. They bounced from side to side as they passed the Door-Way with its thousand glistening knobs; even the Promenade Deck made an appearance before vanishing off to some other ship (as it often did). For a moment it felt like old times—she and Fin having adventures on the magical waters of the Pirate Stream, traipsing between all worlds in creation.
Still, Marrill couldn’t forget the dream.
She’d been thinking about her mother more and more since the events on Meres. Her mother’s face, her mother’s warmth, her mother’s voice, always knowing what to do. A pang of emptiness lanced through her.
She would have given anything for her mother to be here. The Stream had turned into a scary place now that Coll and Ardent were gone. The Master of the Iron Ship was out there, somewhere, spreading the Iron Tide wherever he went. Somewhere else, the living fire known as the Salt Sand King would burn anything that hadn’t been turned to metal. And his unstoppable army, the Rise, would conquer anyone who got in the way.
“Ready?” Fin asked as they reached the main hatch.
Marrill took a deep breath. Her dreams would have to wait. At least until they dealt with… whatever was happening now. “Ready,” she said.
And with that, they exploded onto the main deck. Just as the prow of a boat the size of a skyscraper crashed toward the Kraken.
“Tack, tack!” screamed Remy’s voice from above. Marrill’s babysitter-turned-captain waved like a madwoman from the quarterdeck, ship’s wheel spinning between her hands. The Kraken surfed to one side, slipping around the massive vessel like a cheetah darting around an elephant.
Marrill tumbled into the starboard railing. As quick as she hit, she was back on her feet, knees loose the way Coll, their former captain, had taught her. By now she was used to rough rides. It would take more than a sharp turn to throw her.
“Look who deigns to show up,” grunted a crusty old voice nearby. Marrill looked over to see the Naysayer, all four arms tangled in ropes, pulling and straining as the ship turned. He thrust one of the lines at her. “Take this. It’s against my principles to work this hard before breakfast. Or after breakfast. Or at all.”
Marrill snagged the line. “Wake, wake!” Remy cried. The first wave coming off the other ship hit them square in the side. The Kraken rolled.
Marrill clung to the rope as her feet left the deck. Suddenly, the railing was below her. Her insides turned. A loose bucket of prollycrabs tumbled over the ship’s edge, bursting into a flock of white birds as it struck the magical water of the Pirate Stream.
“Awwwww, breakfast!” the Naysayer wailed. “Now what am I workin’ for?”
The ship righted, spun, tumbled the other way as the next wave hit. This time, they took it at an angle, keeping the Kraken steady. Marrill quickly tied the rope around her waist, staggering from side to side, moving back and forth like a pendulum in a clock.
Just as she regained her feet, another huge ship plowed into view. There were more, she realized. Many more. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of enormous ships all around them. Sails so large they nearly blocked out the sky. Hulls so massive that the tips of the Kraken’s masts barely reached the bottom of their deck railings.
The Kraken was racing through the middle of a giant fleet, darting back and forth between the oncoming ships like a mouse in a stampede of rhinoceroses. The mammoth ships churned the water into a roiling froth. The Kraken lurched and rolled, struggling to stay upright.
Marrill’s feet skidded across the deck, the line around her waist pulling tight and swinging her out over the port railing as the ship tilted. Two others swung out with her on their own ropes: Fin to one side, and a girl she didn’t recognize to the other.
“Well, this is fun,” Fin said, raising his voice to be heard over the rush of the wind.
“This is what it’s like when the full force of the Rise attacks,” said the girl as the Kraken tilted back the other way. “I don’t see them, though, so thaaaAAAAaaaa…”
They all shrieked as the ship rolled up on its starboard side. A wall of floating wood thundered past; the Kraken narrowly avoided smashing into the enormous hull.
“…at’s good,” the girl finished. “I’m Fig, by the way. I’m Fade; you’ve met me, probably a hundred times by now.” She smiled.
Marrill smiled back. She didn’t remember the girl at all. But that was the thing about the Fade—no one remembered them. Fin’s people were the perfect spies; attention slid off them, and their faces vanished from memory after a few minutes. Not long ago Fin had spurred his people into a rebellion against their heartless twins, the Rise. It hadn’t exactly ended well, but it made sense that at least one of the Fade would still be around.
“Nice to…” Marrill paused as the Kraken lurched back, dodging another big ship. “Mee…
“…eeeEEEEEeeee…
“…eet you?” she finished.
“We have to steady ourselves!” Remy yelled from the quarterdeck. “I can’t stay the course if we keep listing like this!”
Marr
ill looked around, trying to find something, anything, to help. The only reason they hadn’t toppled over yet was because the Naysayer had anchored himself in the middle of the ship, and his huge bulk was enough to counterbalance everyone else’s weight.…
“Counterbalance,” she said aloud.
“Marrill, what are you ta…”
“…aaaaAAAaaa…
“…lking about?” Fin asked.
Marrill laughed. That was the answer. “We need a counterbalance to stay upright and keep from capsizing,” she told him. “And we already have one. Naysayer! Run to the opposite side when we swing!”
“Oh, sure,” the big lizard shouted back. “You guys just hang out, and leave it to the ole Naysayer to fix everything. Ya lazy…”
Marrill didn’t hear the rest over her own yell. But this time, just as they reached the end of their swing, the ship caught itself.
She looked across the deck. The Naysayer clung to the opposite railing, almost above them. For all his grumping, the old beast had actually done it!
“It’s working!” Remy shouted as the ship began to right itself. “Keep going!”
“And wear out my knees like a sucker?” the Naysayer said. “Forget you, lady.” Just as they started to swing back, he let go of the railing, throwing himself in the air. “Cannonball!”
Marrill, Fin, and the forgettable girl—Fig?—swung to starboard just as the Naysayer swung to port. Then back again. Then back again. Each time, the Kraken tilted less and less, slowly stabilizing. They were like swings on a playground, their arcs completely opposite each other.
As they fell into a rhythm, Marrill got a chance to examine the big ships thundering past. They were enormous; she had to crane her neck just to glimpse the lowest decks. People and creatures and plantimals and things she didn’t know how to describe crowded against the portholes and outside railings. Every crash of the massive hulls against the water sent shock waves across the Kraken, tossing her like a toy in a bathtub.
The sight alone was dizzying. The smells were like an out-of-tune orchestra, spices tangling with the heady fragrance of overripe fruit and the odor of so many bodies cramped together.
