Liz Kessler by Emily Windsnap & the Monster from the Deep

Author:Emily Windsnap & the Monster from the Deep [Windsnap, Emily & Deep, the Monster from the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

It wasn’t till I saw all the food that I realized I was starving! I’d hardly eaten all day.

I grabbed a paper plate and joined the line behind a girl who looked about my age. Maybe she’d know something.

“It’s great, this vacation, isn’t it?” I said as we shuffled along the food table, shoving tiny sausages and crackers and chips onto our plates.

“Mm,” the girl replied through a pizza slice.

“Wonder how long before we shove off,” I said casually.

She swallowed her bite of pizza. “My mom says we’re not even supposed to be here. She thinks we’ve gone off course. Doesn’t matter though, if we see it.”

See it?

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I said, trying to stay calm. I popped a mini sausage into my mouth. “So has anyone seen it yet?”

The girl put her plate down. “Don’t you know?”

“Oh, I, um — I forget. Remind me?”

“That’s why we’re here! Mom says more than half the passengers canceled at the last minute. That’s how we got our places. I bet Carefree Cruises is totally fed up with that captain!”

What was she going on about?

“Yeah, I bet,” I said seriously. “What did he do again?” I asked, quickly turning away to grab another handful of chips.

“How can you not know? He saw Triggy, of course! First sighting in absolutely YEARS!”

A chip got stuck halfway down my throat. “Triggy?” I asked, swallowing hard.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of Triggy.”

I tried a lighthearted shrug and a frown.

“Triggy! The Triangle Monster! I’ve always believed in it. Mom said it was just a silly fairy tale, but now she’s not so sure. I hope we see it, don’t you?”

I couldn’t reply. I couldn’t do anything. I tried. I opened my mouth, even moved my lips a little, I think. But nothing came out. Triggy? It sounded like a cartoon character. She had no idea! I thought of the slimy tentacles racing down the tunnel toward me, the suckers all along it, grabbing at the walls, the way it extended out, the hairy tapered end touching me.

The bones.

Now these people were hunting it down. Which either meant it wouldn’t be long before they found us — or they’d be its next victims.

“I — I’ve got to go now,” I said eventually. I staggered away from the food table.

“See you in the morning,” she called before going back to the table.

“Yeah.” Whatever.

I stumbled back down the stairs. At the bottom, I took a turn that I thought led back to the corridor I’d come down earlier. But I emerged into another open space. I was about to turn back when I noticed a shop just ahead of me. It was closed now, but there was a poster in the window. I went over to take a closer look.

It was the front page of a newspaper: the Newlando Times.

BRAVE CAPTAIN TELLS OF HORROR AT SEA the headline screamed across the top of the page. I read on.

The old myth of Triggy the Triangle Monster rose up again today when Captain Jimmy Olsthwaite was rescued from stormy seas by a local fisherman.

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