King Kong by Christopher Golden

Author:Christopher Golden [Golden, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Adventure, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9781416525691
Google: mlb5MONuPQYC
Goodreads: 7248671
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2005-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

As Englehorn took the wheel, Mr. Hayes took up the helm. The captain felt the familiarity of the wheel in his grasp, and he forced himself to breathe deeply, to calm down. This was where he belonged, up in the wheelhouse at the command of his ship. To hell with the raging seas or the howling wind or that idiot Denham. This was his element.

He aimed the Venture toward a gap in the rocks ahead.

“Half ahead both,” he commanded. “Easy, Mr. Hayes.”

A voice rose to starboard. “Rocks!” cried a helmsman he’d placed on lookout there.

“Hard a port!” Englehorn shouted.

The ship’s prow turned just a few degrees. The sea rose up, propelling her. The Venture plowed between the jagged rocks and then slid into open sea.

A rousing cheer went up from the crew.

Englehorn scanned the waters, tense and on edge. They had approached the island in fog and he wasn’t confident enough of the shoreline to assume they were entirely clear.

“Clear to starboard, captain!” called the helmsman on lookout.

“Clear to port, captain!” shouted Jimmy, down from the crow’s nest for once.

Englehorn allowed himself to exhale. The Venture was his responsibility, and the lives of every member of his crew were in his hands. He had feared the worst but been unwilling to surrender to that fear.

They were free now. Safe.

Time to set a course for home, and to hell with Carl Denham.

“Wheel amidship…full ahead, both engines!” he shouted, and then he turned to his first mate. “Well done, Mr. Hayes.”

But even as the words were out of his mouth they were muffled by another voice, shouting urgently from the deck.

“Stop! Stop! Turn back! We have to turn back!”

Englehorn went out of the wheelhouse, the wind whistling in his ears and whipping at his face. He looked down to the lower deck and saw Jack Driscoll staring intently up at him.

“They’ve taken Ann!” Driscoll called.

The captain saw Denham on the deck, clutching his damned camera as though it were a much loved child. The director’s assistant, Preston, was approaching. At Driscoll’s words, Denham turned and shoved the camera into Preston’s hands and started for the wheelhouse, eyes locked with Englehorn’s.

A terrible weight crushed down upon the captain, then. He glanced back at the island, feeling as though it still had him in its grip, even though the ship had been freed from the rocks. They were away from the reef, but they were not loose of this strange trap. Not yet.

On the island, he could see the orange glow of firelight emanating from the native village.

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