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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
Child of the Cloud
The Golden Anchor
For Jenny,
and for our little Pie Rats:
Olivia Grace,
Emmaline Hope
& Jasmine Faith.
The story begins and ends with you.
Sincere thanks go to Tyson, Rachael, Robin, Lis, Lauren and Sarah for their editorial input. A special mention also goes to the ‘junior editors’, Linden and Huon, and to the Glover family for helping name the pirate captains. This book is truly a family affair. C.S.
First published by Daydream Press, Brisbane, Australia, 2017
Text and illustrations copyright © Dr Cameron Stelzer 2017
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.
National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication Entry
Author: Stelzer, Cameron, 1977 –
Title: The Golden Anchor / by Cameron Stelzer
ISBN: 9780994248657 (pbk.)
Series: Stelzer, Cameron, 1977 – Pie Rats; bk. 6
Target audience: For primary school age.
Subjects: Rats – Juvenile fiction.
Adventure stories.
Dewey number: A823.4
An anchored ship is a safe ship.
But it is only when the anchor is raised and the vessel is at the mercy of the wind and the waves that a ship is truly a ship.
Anso Winterbottom
Explorer, Discoverer and Adventurer
Part 1
The Isle of Aladrya
— PROLOGUE —
The Fish ‘n Ships Inn.
Five days earlier.
The young rat crouched, unseen, on the balcony of the high rollers’ room. His tail twitched nervously behind him. He was alone, and he was searching for an answer. Over the soft splashes of a stone fountain in the centre of the courtyard, he heard muffled voices coming from an open window. Intrigued, he pricked up his ears and listened.
‘… business as usual then?’ asked a thin, raspy voice.
‘Aye,’ replied a younger, quivering voice, ‘but we’re running short on workers and production’s ramping up. You wouldn’t happen to –?’
‘No,’ snapped the first voice. ‘That was never part of the deal. If you can’t meet the deadline, then –’
‘We’ll meet the deadline,’ interrupted a third voice, deep and confident. ‘I can assure you that more workers are being recruited as we speak.’
‘Good,’ hissed the first voice. ‘At least you have things under control.’
‘Always,’ said the deep voice. ‘Now, if we’re done talking, I’d like to get this game underway.’
There was a shuffle of chairs, the tinkle of coins and the creak of a door. The rat seized his opportunity to venture closer. He lowered himself onto his stomach and slithered towards the base of the window. Using a black marble statue as his cover, he raised his head and peered inside.
In the light of a small candle chandelier, he saw four animals seated around a felt-covered card table.
Two of the animals were meerkats, both smartly dressed. The third was a fox, wearing a long, black coat. His penetrating amber eyes stared, unblinking, at the high stacks of Aladryan gold coins belonging to the fourth member of the gathering – a mysterious cloaked figure with his back to the window.
A young mink in waitress attire approached the table holding a small deck of playing cards.
‘Gentlemen,’ she said, ‘the rules of Four-Suited Showdown are as follows: each player must first nominate a different suit – hearts, diamonds, clubs or spades.’
She held up a card from each suit as she spoke, then went on to explain the rest of the rules.
The rat listened from the shadows of the balcony, barely daring to breathe.
When the mink had finished speaking, she looked up at the four card players and announced, ‘And now, gentlemen, please make your selections.’
‘Diamonds,’ the fox said without hesitation, his deep voice stern and determined. ‘My lucky suit.’
‘I’ll take spades,’ a meerkat chimed in, his eyes fixed on the glittering gold. ‘The quickest way to riches is with a good ol’ spade – and I don’t mean by digging.’
‘Clubs,’ said the second meerkat, raising his paw.
The cloaked figure, left with no choice but to accept hearts, simply tapped a long, ape-like finger on the table, signalling for the game to begin.
As the mink stepped closer to the table, her foot caught on something resting against the fox’s chair. Trying to regain her balance, she stumbled forward and a thin, black walking cane toppled towards the ground. With lightning-quick reflexes, the fox threw out an orange paw and grabbed the cane in mid-air.
‘Do watch yourself, my dear,’ he said in a restrained voice. ‘A new cane of this quality would be hard to replace on waitress’s wages.’ With a contemptuous smirk, he hoisted the cane into the
