by Probst, Jeff
It wasn’t easy to keep his footing as the Lucky Star pitched and rolled over the waves, but even that was part of the fun. If he did fall, the safety cable—also called a jackline—would keep him from going overboard. Everyone was required to stay clipped in when they were on deck, whether they were up there to work . . . or to puke, like Buzz was doing right now.
“Gross! Watch out, Buzz!” Carter said, pushing past him.
“Uhhhhhnnnnh,” was all Buzz said in return. He was leaning against the rail and looked both green and gray at the same time.
Carter kind of felt sorry for him. They were both eleven years old, but they didn’t really have anything else in common. It was like they were having two different vacations out here.
“Gotta keep moving,” he said, and continued on toward the back, where Dex was waiting.
“Hey, buddy, it’s getting a little choppier than I’d like,” Dex said as Carter stepped down into the cockpit. “I need you guys to get below.”
“I don’t want to go below,” Carter said. “Dex, I can help. Let me steer!”
“No way,” Dex said. “Not in this wind. You’ve been great, Carter, but I promised your mom before we set sail—no kids on deck if these swells got over six feet. You see that?” He pointed to the front of the boat, where a cloud of sea spray had just broken over the bow. “That’s what a six-foot swell looks like. We’ve got a storm on the way—maybe a big one. It’s time for you to take a break.”
“Come on, please?” Carter said. “I thought we came out here to sail!”
Dex took him by the shoulders and looked him square in the eye.
“Remember what we talked about before we set out? My boat. My rules. Got it?”
Carter got it, all right. Arguing with Dex was like wrestling a bear. You could try, but you were never going to win.
“Now, grab your brother and get down there,” Dex told him.
“Okay, fine,” Carter said. “But he’s not my brother, by the way. Just because my mom married his dad doesn’t mean—”
“Ask me tomorrow if I care,” Dexter said, and gave him a friendly but insistent shove. “Now go!”
Benjamin “Buzz” Diaz lifted his head from the rail and looked out into the distance. All he could see from here was an endless stretch of gray clouds over an endless stretch of choppy waves.
Keeping an eye on the horizon was supposed to help with the seasickness, but so far, all it had done was remind him that he was in the middle of the biggest stretch of nowhere he’d ever seen. His stomach felt like it had been turned upside down and inside out. His legs were like rubber bands, and his head swam with a thick, fuzzy feeling, while the boat rocked and rocked and rocked.
It didn’t look like this weather was going to be changing anytime soon, either. At least, not for the better.
Buzz tried to think about something else—anything else—to take his mind off how miserable he felt. He thought about his room back home. He thought about how much he couldn’t wait to get there, where he could just close his door and hang out all day if he wanted, playing City of Doom and eating pepperoni pizz—
Wait, Buzz thought. No. Not that.
He tried to unthink anything to do with food, but it was too late. Already, he was leaning over the rail again and hurling the last of his breakfast into the ocean.
“Still feeding the fish, huh?” Suddenly, Carter was back. He put a hand on Buzz’s arm. “Come on,” he said. “Dex told me we have to get below.”
Buzz clutched his belly. “Are you kidding?” he said. “Can’t it wait?”
“No. Come on.”
All week long, Carter had been running around the deck of the Lucky Star like he owned it or something. Still, Carter was the least of Buzz’s worries right now.
It was only day four at sea, and if things kept going like this, he was going to be lucky to make it to day five.
Vanessa Diaz sat at the Lucky Star’s navigation station belowdecks and stared at the laptop screen in front of her. She’d only just started to learn about this stuff a few days earlier, but as far as she could tell, all that orange and red on the weather radar was a bad sign. Not to mention the scroll across the bottom of the screen, saying something about “gale-force winds and deteriorating conditions.”
The first three days of their trip had been nothing but clear blue skies and warm breezes. Now, nine hundred miles off the coast of Hawaii, all of that had changed. Dexter kept saying they had to adjust their course to outrun the weather, but so far, it seemed like the weather was outrunning them. They’d changed direction at least three times, and things only seemed to be getting worse.
The question was—how much worse?
A chill ran down Vanessa’s spine as the hatch over the galley stairs opened, and Buzz and Carter came clattering down the steps.
“How are you feeling, Buzzy?” she asked, but he didn’t stop to talk. Instead, he went straight for the little bathroom—the “head,” Dexter called it—and slammed the door behind him.
Her little brother was getting the worst of these bad seas, by far. Carter, on the other hand, seemed unfazed.
Sometimes Vanessa called them “the twins,” as a joke, because they were both eleven but nothing alike. Carter kept his sandy hair cut short and was even kind of muscley for a kid his age. Buzz, on the other hand, had shaggy jet-black curls like their father’s and was what adults liked to call husky. The kids at school just called him fat.
Vanessa didn’t think her brother was fat—not exactly—but you could definitely tell he spent a lot of time in front of the TV.
“It’s starting to rain,” Carter said, looking up at the sky.
“Then close the hatch,” Vanessa said.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Get wet. See if I care.”
He would, too, she thought. He’d just stand there and get rained on, only because she told him not to. Carter was one part bulldog and one part mule.
Jane was there now, too. She’d just come out of the tiny sleeping cabin the two girls shared.
Jane was like the opposite of Carter. She could slip in and out of a room without anyone ever noticing. With Carter, you always knew he was there.
“What are you looking at, Nessa?” Jane asked.
“Nothing.” Vanessa flipped the laptop closed. “I was just checking the weather,” she said.
There was no reason to scare Jane about all that. She was only nine, and tiny for her age. Vanessa was the oldest, at thirteen, and even though nobody told her to look out for Jane on this trip, she did anyway.
“Dex said there’s a storm coming,” Carter blurted out. “He said it’s going to be major.”
“Carter!” Vanessa looked over at him and rolled her eyes in Jane’s direction.
But he just shrugged. “What?” he said. “You think she’s not going to find out?”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” Jane said. She crawled up onto Vanessa’s lap and opened the computer to have a look. “Show me.”
“See?” Carter said. “I know my sister.”
Vanessa took a deep breath. If the idea of this trip was to make them one big happy family, it wasn’t exactly working.
Technically, the whole sailing adventure was a wedding gift from her new uncle, Dexter. It had been two months since Vanessa and Buzz’s father had married Carter and Jane’s mother, but they’d waited until the end of the school year to take a honeymoon. Now, while their parents were hiking Volcanoes National Park and enjoying the beaches on Hawaii’s Big Island, the four kids were spending the week at sea and supposedly getting to know one another better.
So far, the sailing had been amazing, but the sister-brother bonding thing? Not so much, Vanessa thought. The weather wasn’t help
ing, either. It looked like they were going to be cooped up together for the rest of the day.
“Is that the storm?” Jane said. She pointed at the large red mass on the laptop screen.
“That’s it,” Vanessa answered. On the computer, it seemed as if the oncoming front had gotten even bigger in the last few minutes. She started braiding Jane’s long blond hair to distract her.
“It’s just rain, right?” Jane said. “If this was something really bad, we’d already know about it. Wouldn’t we, Nessa?”
Vanessa tried to smile. “Sure,” she said. But the truth was, she had no idea how bad it was going to get.
None of them did.
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They thought it couldn’t get any worse. They were wrong.
Being shipwrecked on a jungle island in the middle of the South Pacific was bad enough. But now that Carter, Vanessa, Buzz, and Jane have lost their boat—and almost everything on board—to another violent storm, it’s like starting over. That means finding food and shelter, making fire for the first time, dealing with the wild boars that roam the island—and of course, figuring out how to get along (and not kill each other in the process). Survival is no individual sport in a place like this, but there’s only one way to learn that. The hard way.