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  • Published: 1 May 2012
  • ISBN: 9781741664508
  • Imprint: Random House Australia Children's
  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 464
  • RRP: $18.99

Brotherband 2

The Invaders

Extract

Part One: Shelter Bay

Chapter One

We can’t keep this up,’ Stig said.

Hal looked at him, eyes red-rimmed from salt water and exhaustion. He’d been at the tiller of the Heron for the best part of ten days now. The storm winds had continued to sweep out of the south-west throughout that time, keeping them on a constant starboard tack – which was all to the good, as there had been no opportunity to repair the yardarm broken in the final brotherband race.

As first mate, Stig had tried to give Hal short breaks whenever he could. But the wind-driven waves had grown so high and steep that they were regularly breaking over the small ship and flooding her. Everyone on the crew was forced to bail continuously. They worked in teams of four, an hour on, an hour off. When a team’s shift was over, the boys would fall, soaked and exhausted, to the deck, trying to snatch a few minutes’ sleep, heedless of the freezing seawater constantly smashing over them. So Stig hadn’t had much time to help Hal – not that Hal liked to hand over control. He felt the responsibility for the safety of his ship and crew deeply.

Stig glanced doubtfully back over the wake the Heron was carving. There was no pursuit in sight. But they’d be there somewhere.

‘D’you think we’re far enough away from Hallasholm now?’ he asked.

In the hope of recovering the Andomal, Skandia’s most sacred artefact, the boys had left the Skandian capital against the orders of the Oberjarl, Erak Starfollower. And they’d taken Hal’s ship, Heron, which Erak had planned to confiscate. The boys were in no doubt that Erak would order a pursuit and, if they were caught, Stig didn’t like to think what their punishment might be.

‘I don’t want to risk them catching us,’ Hal said.

Stig shrugged, and looked at the angry seas around them.

‘They won’t catch us if we sink,’ he said. ‘But that won’t do us a lot of good.’

‘True,’ Hal said. ‘They may not have even left harbour yet. This storm’s been blowing nonstop since we got away.’

Whether they were being pursued or not, it was defi­nitely time to look for a safe anchorage. Hal sensed that the wind had increased in force in the past half hour. There was white spray being blown from the top of the waves. He gestured for the bigger boy to take the tiller, then ducked under the canvas screen into the small sheltered nook in the stern of the ship where he kept his navigation equipment and notes – notes he had assiduously collected during the brotherband training period.

He studied the chart for the eastern coast of the Stormwhite for some minutes before he found what he wanted. The majority of bays and coves along this coast faced south-west – almost directly into the wind and sea. But then he spotted a small, almost insignificant gap that cut into the coastline, with its entrance facing north and with high ground on the south-western side to provide shelter from the wind and sea. It looked an ideal place to set up a camp until the weather improved.

He carefully wrapped the notes in their waterproof oilcloth cover and ducked out into the open again. A breaking wave drenched him and set him splutter­ing. Then he grabbed hold of the backstay and climbed onto the stern bulwark, balancing easily against the ship’s plunging motion, studying the coastline a few kilometres away.

There! He could make out one of the landmarks noted on the chart, a high headland, cliffs on either side, and denuded of trees. The dark granite rock was obvious against the grey-green of the pines that covered most of the coastline.

He dropped lightly to the deck and took the tiller once more. Thorn, sitting huddled in his soaked sheepskin jacket with his back to the mast, had noticed his move­ments. He came aft now to join the two boys.

‘Thinking of putting in to shore?’ he asked.

‘There’s a little sheltered bay about three kilometres south,’ Hal said. ‘I’m heading for that.’

Thorn nodded. Not that Hal, as skirl of the Heron, needed his approval in any way. A skirl, even a young one, had absolute authority on his own ship. But Hal was glad that Thorn agreed. It would be foolish to ignore his opinion. The old sea wolf had seen a lot more storms at sea than either Hal or Stig.

In the event, they very nearly missed the entrance to the bay. Visibility was bad, with the air full of flying spray and rain, and the small gap between the headlands guarding the entrance had a high, timbered hill directly behind it, making it look as if the coastline was uninterrupted. At the last moment, Thorn’s keen eyesight noticed a flash of sandy beach in the gap as Heron rose on a wave. He threw out his shortened right arm, pointing with the wooden hook Hal had fashioned for him.

‘There it is!’

Stig and Hal exchanged a quick glance. There was no need to give Stig orders. He scrambled forward, beckon­ing Stefan and Jesper to join him at the ropes holding the reefed sail taut against the wind. As Hal brought the ship round to port, so that the wind was coming from astern, the three crew members eased the sail so that it stood out almost at right angles to the hull.

Heron, with the wind and sea now behind her, began to swoop over the rollers like a gull. It was an exhilarating sensation but Hal kept a watchful eye astern for rogue waves. If one came at them harder and faster than the others, the ship could easily be swamped from behind. There was no relaxing in this sort of weather.

After several minutes, he saw Thorn glance at him in an unspoken question and he nodded. They’d come close enough to the coast now to swing back to a course that would take them into the bay. As he heaved on the tiller and brought the bow round to starboard, Stig and the other two hauled in on the sail, setting it taut to the wind. The motion of the ship changed again, going from surging and swooping ahead of the wind back to the rolling, shuddering impacts of the waves coming from the beam. Hal glanced ahead and gauged his leeway – the amount the wind was setting the ship downwind and off course. He adjusted the ship’s heading until he could see that he’d clear the entrance to the bay easily.

They glided into the bay. As the high surrounding cliffs masked the wind and waves, the Heron rode more upright, cutting smoothly through the calm waters. The boys relaxed as the motion eased. They sprawled on the rowing benches, setting aside the buckets they had been using to bail the water out. Only now, looking at them, did Hal realise how close they had been to utter exhaustion. He’d decided to look for shelter not a minute too soon, he reflected.

At the bottom of the bay was a strip of sandy beach, with wooded hills rising behind it. Hal pointed the bow towards it and the Heron responded, the bow wave chuckling down the hull, audible now that the noise of the storm had abated.

‘Welcome to Shelter Bay,’ he said to Stig.

‘Is that what it’s called?’

Hal gave him a tired grin. ‘It is now.’


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