trying to keep people away from the waters around the Sibling Islands,’ said Ruby. ‘They aren’t particularly interested in robbing them, they just want shot of them.’
‘And that isn’t too hard generally,’ said Blacker. ‘Most ships avoid the place anyway, apart from fishing boats, and even the fishing hasn’t been good lately. Most of the big shoals have gone.’
‘Yeah, Mrs Digby’s all upset about it,’ said Ruby.
‘Keen on fish, is she?’
‘Swears by it,’ said Ruby.
‘Well, Mrs Digby would be reassured to know Kekoa is investigating that,’ said Blacker. ‘But so far she still isn’t sure if the problem’s man-made or caused by some natural phenomenon.’ He tapped his pencil on the desk as he thought. ‘But what we do know is these guys must really want to keep folks away from the islands; they don’t want a soul observing what they’re up to.’
‘But what exactly could that be?’ pondered Ruby. ‘The islands are just rock.’
‘Yeah, and the waters around the islands can be very dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing; the swells and currents are pretty strong,’ added Blacker.
‘Well, except for right now,’ said Ruby.
‘That’s right, your folks got lucky. Kekoa told me about that asteroid.’
‘Yeah,’ said Ruby. ‘Galactic activity certainly seems to be fitting in with someone’s plans.’
‘But plans for what?’ said Blacker.
That question Ruby didn’t have an answer for, but she knew a good place to start looking.
RULE 53: IF SOMETHING IS WORTH KNOWING, CHANCES ARE IT’S WRITTEN DOWN SOMEWHERE.
I speak the truth
TWINFORD WAS AN OLD TOWN, now considered a city: one that continued to grow and sprawl desert-wards. Tall, sleek buildings appeared to the north side, but the centre of town was carefully preserved and protected by the Twinford Historical Society. The buildings – old, beautiful and full of history – attracted tourists from far-flung places as well as neighbouring towns.
In the very middle of Twinford, just near the City Museum and City Bank, stood the City Library. A magnificent and imposing piece of architecture that announced its importance in Latin, via the motto carved across the front: Ipsa scientia potestas est.
Ruby loved this place, and always had: so many books, so much knowledge to stuff your brain with – and the comforting sounds of the creaking floorboards and discreet whispers provided a certain intimacy. It was also open late into the evening, sometimes all night, and that suited Ruby very well indeed.
Ruby dumped her coat and satchel on one of the many chairs flanking the long wooden table that stretched almost the length of the library floor. Green-shaded reading lights illuminated the surface, giving the place a cosy glow: it was a nice place to study.
Ruby walked between the rows of hardback spines, all sitting in perfect order on the ancient-looking shelves of beautiful dark wood, handsomely crafted a hundred years ago. Some volumes had been waiting many, many months to be chosen; some would stand untouched from this year to the next. She chose with great care, methodically scanning the books, studying each one before adding it to her pile. Forty-five minutes later she had a stack of twenty-two, one on top of the other, sitting in front of her on the table.
Then she began reading. Book after book. She read about the time when sailors risked life and limb to sail the high seas, when the only way for people to move from country to country was by ship. The journeys that could take months, the passengers who died on the way.
As she read her way through the more ancient books, Ruby stumbled across various writings describing the wrecking of the Seahorse, and the looting of the Twinford treasure. They tended to differ in detail, but most seemed to agree on two things.
That the Seahorse must in truth have been wrecked many miles to the north of the Sibling Islands; it was just not possible for the ship to have sailed into those waters at the spot the child, Martha Fairbank, described – it was far too dangerous and the captain was experienced enough to know that.
That pirates brought about the ship’s destruction by attacking the crew and setting the ship alight, and that most of the treasure must have sunk without trace.
Yet no one much believed the little girl’s tale about the cave, the rubies and the sea monster – just a child’s wild imaginings. As for her mother being taken alive? This was the wishful thinking of a four-year-old girl who had lost everything.
Ruby didn’t feel she had discovered anything she didn’t already know until she opened a book written by a certain John Elridge Featherstone, a physician who claimed to have treated Martha for ravings and fever, after she washed up on Twinford’s shore. He had spoken at length with Martha’s governess as well as the child herself and had gleaned some interesting facts – information Ruby had not read anywhere else.
In this account it was Martha Lily Fairbank who took centre stage, and while Featherstone clearly didn’t believe all she had to say, he had at least listened: Martha insisted that once the pirates believed that they had murdered all on-board, they began carrying supplies from the ship and along with these supplies they carried her mother, kicking and screaming, ‘My daughter, my daughter, she cannot be dead.’ But little Martha did not call out to her; she stayed perfectly silent, stock-still in her barrel.
Those pirates who remained aboard went below decks to search for gems and gold and treasures and that’s when they were taken by surprise. A violent battle broke out for it seemed they had not slaughtered all of the Seahorse crew. The men – pirates and sailors – fought to the death as the burning ship sank beneath the waves. Though it was true that most of the treasure was lost with the ship and most of those on-board went down with it – some of the pirates did survive. They escaped clutching the priceless Fairbank ruby necklace and a casket of rare gems. Martha saw it all from where she hid, safe in her apple barrel.
This much of Martha’s story Ruby knew already. But then it got more interesting.
According to Martha, this small band of pirates clambered aboard a makeshift raft, clutching the treasure that was the Fairbank rubies and Eliza’s casket of gems. The barrel Martha had hidden in was looted along with other supplies and the pirates floated on their raft to a secret cave in the rocky Sibling Islands. Which of the two sister islands they rowed to Martha did not know since she could see very little from where she crouched, peering through cracks inside the barrel. All she said was, ‘We sailed to the rock guarded by the golden bird.’ She also described the cave the pirates paddled towards. ‘It had a big rock ledge which overhung the entrance like a porch or a lintel – a giant’s door.’
Martha could hear from the echoes that she was now inside a deep, enclosed, cavernous space. The pirates’ voices were clear and she listened as they talked of the treasure they had salvaged and how they would make good their escape. ‘No landlubber will find this place, so secret is it. A cave like this cannot be found by town-dwellers. We will stow the treasure here,’ they said, ‘high above the tidal pool. The captain will come for us soon enough.’
Several times Martha feared that she would be discovered,
