DarkIsle by D.A. Nelson

Author:D.A. Nelson
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780375891175
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2008-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

On another boat far out to sea, Morag was hiding. She had heard loud heavy footsteps near her cabin door and, in a panic, had squeezed down the side of the bunk and pulled the covers over her head. Henry was very scathing about her choice of hiding place.

“Oh, they’ll never find you in here!” he said sarcastically.

“Do you think so?” she asked, teeth chattering from fear.

“Of course they’ll find you!” he snapped. “Silly girl. This is the first place they’ll look!”

Clump, clump, clump. Silence. The footsteps stopped outside the cabin door. Morag pulled the covers tighter around her head and closed her eyes. She could hear someone jingling what sounded like a bunch of keys on a chain. A key went into a lock and turned with a loud scratching noise. The metal handle of the door was rattled and the door pushed open. It whined noisily. Clump, clump, clump. The footsteps came inside the cabin. She held her breath. Her heart beat loudly in her chest. It thumped so hard she felt it was going to leap out of her throat. She was shaking and clasped Henry tightly.

The footsteps moved closer and closer to where they were hiding. Closer and closer, and louder and louder. And then they stopped. The covers were grabbed from Morag’s head and yanked away. Someone peered intently into her startled face.

“Ah, there you are!” said a very elderly giantess. “What are you doing down there?” she asked kindly. “Come on, up you get, on your feet.”

She put out a hand for Morag and, not knowing what else to do, the girl took it. She hadn’t expected the footsteps to belong to an old lady. She’d expected a big beefy man or a monster or she didn’t know what, but not this. The tall old lady was surprisingly strong and swiftly pulled the shocked girl to her feet.

“Now, you sit down and I’ll bring the tray in,” she told her. With a lazy wave of her hand, she indicated for Morag to sit on one of the bunks, but the girl was too stunned to move. The last few hours were beginning to get to her. She felt like she wanted to run away and hide and never come back, but of course she couldn’t do that because she was now a prisoner on this boat.

“Sit down!” the old lady said again sharply. “Do as you’re told, deary, and you and me will get on just fine. Don’t do as you’re told and you and me will have a falling-out, and we don’t want that. Do you understand me?”

Morag nodded dumbly.

“Well, sit down, then, and I’ll get you your tray.”

Without taking her eyes off the old woman, Morag sat down on the nearest bunk. She suddenly felt very tired and very upset and wanted to cry, but she held back the tears.

The old lady clumped out of the cabin and came back seconds later with a huge tray bearing a steaming hot bowl of porridge, a plate of buttered toast, a glass of orange juice and a giant mug of hot milky tea.

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