The Island of Destiny
Titles available in the Pie Rats series (in reading order):
The Forgotten Map
The King’s Key
The Island of Destiny
The Trophy of Champions
For my sister, Alison, the nurturer.
Guiding hands shape precious destinies.
First published by Daydream Press, Brisbane, Australia, 2014
This electronic version published 2015
Text and illustrations copyright © Dr Cameron Stelzer 2014
Illustrations are watercolour and pen on paper
No part of this book may be reproduced electronically, verbally or in print without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
ISBN: 978-0-9942486-2-6 (eBook)
National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication Entry
Author: Stelzer, Cameron, 1977 –
Title: The Island of Destiny / by Cameron Stelzer
Series: Stelzer, Cameron, 1977 – Pie Rats; bk. 3
Target audience: For primary school age.
Subjects: Rats – Juvenile fiction. Pirates – Juvenile fiction.
Dewey number: A823.4
Digital distribution by Ebook Alchemy
Conversion by Winking Billy
Loyalty before all else, even pies.
The Pie Rat Code
The Cyclone Sea
The afternoon sky was a grey blur of clouds and rain. An icy wind howled from the east. The ocean frothed and foamed.
A small, two-masted ship ploughed through the crashing waves. Her course was straight. Her sails were full. The black-furred rat behind the wheel adjusted his soggy eye patch and checked the compass.
‘North-north-west,’ he muttered in a deep, commanding voice. ‘We’re still on course. Where is this island?’
‘It can’t be far, Captain,’ replied the young rat next to him. ‘We passed Drumstick Island hours ago.’
Captain Black Rat lowered the compass and sighed. ‘I hope you’re right, Whisker. The Cyclone Sea is not a forgiving place. If we’ve overshot our destination, we’re in deep water.’
Whisker shuddered. Deep water! He felt his tail drop to the deck. Painful memories came rushing back …
He was sinking into the silent depths, watching helplessly as the little red boat carrying his parents and sister vanished into the terrible cyclone above …
He tried to block the vision.
You’re going to find them, he told himself. Don’t lose hope.
He touched the edge of his missing right sleeve and stared through the rain at the thundering sky. He was in a storm, not a cyclone.
‘The Apple Pie’s been through worse, Captain,’ he said slowly.
The Captain looked grave. ‘Not with a hull full of holes, she hasn’t. Those rock-throwing Tasmanian devils made a right old mess of the old girl.’
Whisker glanced down at the deck of the Apple Pie and winced. Splintered boards and crater-like holes filled his vision, a lasting reminder of the devilish encounter.
A third rat staggered onto the helm, counting every step as he went. ‘… five, six, seven.’ He was no taller than a child, but the battle scars on either cheek gave him an older, roguish appearance. He waved a golden hook through the air in a futile attempt to swat the falling raindrops.
‘Hook Hand Horace, reporting for duty, sir,’ he announced, clicking his heels.
‘Always the showman, aren’t you, Horace,’ the Captain muttered. ‘Anything to report from below?’
‘We’re not sinking – yet,’ Horace replied optimistically. ‘Fred’s resealing the holes with coagulated pie gravy. It should hold us until we reach the island …’
‘What about the creature?’ Whisker cut in. ‘Rat Bait warned us of a fierce sea creature that guards the Island of Destiny. I doubt gravy will keep it at bay.’
‘I don’t have a harpoon, if that’s what you’re asking,’ Horace said, draining the rainwater from his oversized, purple hat. ‘But I could make you a net – just in case.’
The Captain nodded. ‘First rule of thumb, Horace: If you think you’ll need it, you’ll definitely need it.’
Horace gave the Captain a salute with his hook and descended the slippery stairs. Whisker shook the rain drops from his tail and scurried after him.
‘WHISKER! Over here. On the double!’
Whisker heard the command and immediately changed direction. As a Pie Rat apprentice, he was used to being bossed around, especially by the Captain’s niece, Ruby.
Whisker dodged three large holes in the deck and skidded along the wooden pastry crust bulwark to where the ship’s boatswain stood waiting for him. Even in the soaking rain, Ruby Rat looked like she’d just stepped out of the Portside Boutique. Her crimson eye patch sat neatly over her right eye, her cherry red vest and matching bandanna were crease-free and her two scarlet scissor swords dangled symmetrically off her belt. She stared blankly at Whisker with her emerald green eye.
Ruby, like her uncle, the Captain, had a nasty temper. She could snap at the drop of a hat (or a mis-tied rope, as was often the case). Whisker was never quite sure how he should act around her.
He felt his over-emotional tail twitch nervously behind his back and hoped the unruly fur on the top of his head was lying flat for a change. He casually raised his paw to check. Tangled tufts of fur stuck up like the leaves of a pineapple.
‘W-what
