The Grimm Chronicles, Vol. 2 by Brosky Ken & Fontaine Isabella

Author:Brosky, Ken & Fontaine, Isabella [Brosky, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Brew City Press
Published: 2013-02-15T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

It took a full hour to get back to Milwaukee’s docks. Two of the sails had been damaged when the whale crashed into the ship. The hull had sprung more than a few leaks, too. As for the crew? Well, they were about as happy as a bunch of formerly cursed sailors could get. I was pretty happy, too, after watching the shadows slip from my own skin.

“We’ll fix the ship well enough,” Ishmael said cheerfully, helping me carry Chase onto the pier. Chase was coming to slowly, groaning about the magic fish.

“What will you do?” I asked.

Ishmael shrugged. His fingers found the deep lines on his face. “It’s been years. Most of us are from the east coast, so we’ll start there. Try to piece together what we can of our lives. No more fishing. We’ve done enough damage.” He sighed. “We’re all just so glad to be free.”

“Good luck,” I told him, giving his calloused hand a firm shake. When he pulled his hand away, there was something in my hand: a gold coin.

“How?” I asked, staring at the golden dragon etching.

“I lifted it from the captain’s pocket,” Ishmael said. He shrugged, smiling. Now I realized why he had such pronounced wrinkles around his mouth—his natural “curse-free” smile fit his face perfectly. “It’s the captain’s own fault for being so preoccupied with the fish.”

“Whale.”

“Whatever.” He returned to the ship, giving me one more nod as the sailors—now quite normal looking—pulled the plank away from the pier.

“All hands!” Ishmael called out. “Blood and thunder, boys!”

I watched the ship slowly pull out of the harbor. The sailors ran with purpose across the deck, throwing ropes and setting as many sails as the damaged masts would allow.

Briar reappeared beside Chase.

“Do you think the captain is dead?” I asked.

The rabbit tapped his head with his paw, one eye narrowed as he scanned the surface of Lake Michigan. “Strangely enough, it would appear that way, although it’s extremely rare for a Corrupted to kill another Corrupted, given their, um, unique qualities. Extremely rare. Unless, of course, it was written in the Grimms’ story.”

“The curse is gone, too,” I said. “You know what? Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it. We have more pressing matters.”

“What do we do now?”

“His parents will need to get his car some other time.” I leaned over, wiping Chase’s sweaty hair away from his face. “He’s … this isn’t going to be easy.”

“And what about the seed?” Briar asked.

My hand instinctively went to my pocket. The moment my fingers touched the seed, I could hear the same song again. “I’ve been thinking about that. Maybe the stepmother found the magic fish in an underground waterway, and that was why she thought the seed would be underground, too.”

“A reasonable deduction,” Briar said proudly. “Hold on to it. My intuition tells me it has some important part to play yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Rabbit sense tingling. Got it.”

We went to Chase’s car and used his phone to call Seth.

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