Abarat 2: Days of Magic, Nights of War. Clive Barker

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       3 ON THE PARROTO PARROTO

      THE LITTLE VESSEL MALINGO’S sharp eyes had spotted wasn’t moving, so they were able to let the gentle current carry them toward it. It was a humble fishing boat no more than fifteen feet in length and in a very dilapidated condition. Its crew members were hard at work hauling up onto the deck a net full to bursting with tens of thousands of small mottled turquoise-and-orange fish, called smatterlings. Hungry seabirds, raucous and aggressive, wheeled around the boat or bobbed on the water close by, waiting to snatch up those smatterlings that the fishermen failed to get out of the net, onto the deck and into the hold of their boat quickly enough.

      By the time Candy and Malingo were within hailing distance of the little vessel, most of the hard labor was over, and the happy crew members (there were only four on the boat) were singing a song of the sea as they folded the nets.

       “Fishes, feed me! Fishes fine! Swim in the nets And catch the line! Feed my children! Fill my dishes! That’s why I love you, Little fishes!”

      When they were done with the song, Malingo called to them from out of the water.

      “Excuse me!” he yelled. “There are still two more fishes down here!”

      “I see you!” said a young man among the crew.

      “Throw them a line,” said the wiry bearded man in the wheelhouse, who was apparently the Captain.

      It didn’t take very long for Candy and Malingo to be brought up over the side of the boat and onto the stinking deck.

      “Welcome aboard the Parroto Parroto,” said the Captain. “Somebody get ’em some blankets, will you?”

      Though the sun was still reasonably warm in this region between Four O’clock in the Afternoon and Five, their time in the water had chilled both Candy and Malingo to the bone, and they were glad of the blankets and the deep bowls of spicy fish soup that they were given a few minutes later.

      “I’m Perbo Skebble,” said the Captain. “The old man is Mizzel, the cabin girl is Galatea, and the young fellow there is my son Charry. We’re from Efreet, and we’re heading back there with our hold full.”

      “Good fishin’,” Charry said. He had a broad, happy face, which fell naturally into an expression of easy contentment.

      “There’ll be consequences,” Mizzel said, his own features as naturally joyless as Charry’s were naturally happy.

      “Why do you always have to be so grim?” Galatea said, staring contemptuously at Mizzel. Her hair was shaved so close to her scalp, it was little more than a shadow. Her muscular arms were decorated with elaborate tattoos. “Didn’t we just save two souls from drowning? We’re all on the Creatrix’ side on this boat. Nothing bad’s going to happen to us.”

      Mizzel just sneered at her, rudely snatching the empty soup bowls from Candy and Malingo. “We’ve still got to get past Gorgossium,” he said as he headed down into the galley with the bowls. He cast a sly, faintly threatening glance back at Candy as he departed, as though to see whether he’d succeeded in sowing the seeds of fear in her.

      “What did he mean by that?” Malingo said.

      “Nothing,” said Skebble.

      “Oh, let’s tell the truth here,” said Galatea. “We’re not going to lie to these people. That would be shameful.”

      “Then you tell ’em,” Skebble said. “Charry, come, lad. I want to be sure the catch is properly stowed.”

      “What’s the problem?” Candy said to Galatea, when the father and son had gone about their work.

      “You have to understand that there’s no ice on this boat, so we’ve got to get the catch back to Efreet before the fish go rotten on us. Which means…let me show you.”

      She led them to the wheelhouse, where there was an old and much-weathered map pinned up on the wall. She pointed a well-bitten fingernail at a place between the islands of Soma Plume and Gnomon.

      “We’re about here,” she said. “And we’ve got to get…up to here.” Their destination lay past the Twenty-Fifth Hour, way to the north of the archipelago. “If we had more time, we’d take the long way back, hugging the coast of Gnomon and then passing the Nonce and heading north between Ninnyhammer and Jibarish, and rounding the Twenty-Fifth till we get back to our village.”

      The Twenty-Fifth, Candy thought: she’d been there briefly with the women of the Fantomaya. She’d seen all kinds of visions, including one that she’d dreamed of many times since: a woman walking on a sky full of birds, while fish swam in the watery heavens around her head.

      “There’s no chance you could drop us off at the Twenty-Fifth, is there?” Candy said.

      But even as she spoke she remembered the dark side of life on the Twenty-Fifth. She’d been pursued there by a pair of monsters called the Fugit Brothers, whose features moved around their faces on clicking legs.

      “You know what?” she said. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea after all.”

      “Well, we can’t do it anyway,” Galatea told her. “It’ll take too long. The fish’ll rot.”

      “So which way are we going?” Malingo said.

      Candy had guessed already, from looking at the map.

      “We’re going between the Pyramids of Xuxux and Gorgossium.”

      Galatea grinned. Every other tooth in her mouth was missing. “You should be a-fishing, you should,” she said. “Yep, that’s where we’re going. Mizzel thinks it’s a bad plan. He says there’s all manner of things that live on the island of Midnight. Monsterosities, he says. Horridy things that will come flapping over and attack the ship.”

      “Why would they do that?” Candy asked.

      “Because they want to eat the fish. Or else they want to eat us. Maybe both. I don’t know. Whatever it is, it ain’t good news. Anyhow, we can’t be squibbies about this—”

      “Squibbies?” said Candy.

      “Cowards,” Malingo said.

      “We СКАЧАТЬ