bright side,â said Jack, clambering laboriously up the deck. âAt least Esmeraldaâs aunt Millie and those cutthroat pirates wonât chase us in here!â
âI wish theyâd try it,â growled Esmeralda. âIâd love to see the Iron Pig smashed to little bits and all Captain Grizzletuskâs bloodthirsty crew marooned here until they turn up their toes and die!â
âJust like weâre going to do, you mean?â said Trundle.
âNow then, none of that!â Esmeralda said briskly. âPositive attitudes are what we need to get out of this mess. And the first order of the day is to cut ourselves free from all this old rope. Out with your sword, Trundleâget hacking!â
Trundle drew his sword and leaned out over the back of the skyboat.
Hack! Slash! Whack! Chop!
Trundle grinned as he worked away at the ropes looped around the propeller. It was good to see them splitting and falling away under his keen blade. This was more like it! This was proper hero stuff!
âOops!â he said.
âWhat oops?â asked Jack.
âWhy oops?â asked Esmeralda.
Trundle turned toward them, smiling nervously. âI think I got a bit carried away,â he said.
Esmeralda put her paw to her forehead. âWhat have you done?â she said, groaning.
âI sort of . . . accidentally . . . chopped off one of the propeller blades,â Trundle admitted. âSilly me! Still, the propeller will work just as well with only three blades, wonât it?â
âOf course it wonât!â Esmeralda burst out. âItâll be off-balance. The moment you get going with the treadles, youâll twist the drive shaft like a corkscrew, you dim-witted animal!â
âOh.â Trundle felt terribly deflated. âAre you sure?â He looked hopefully at Jack, but the squirrel just nodded agreement with Esmeralda.
There followed a few moments of rather awkward silence.
âI donât suppose thereâs a spare propeller aboard?â Jack asked.
âYou donât suppose right!â growled Esmeralda.
âOr something we could make a propeller blade with?â added Jack.
âWe could try using Trundleâs snout!â
âWait a minute,â Trundle said, rather alarmed by the way Esmeralda was eyeing his nose. âIsnât this whole place made up of smashed and wrecked windships and skyboats?â
âIt is. What of it?â snapped Esmeralda.
âSurely there must be a working propeller out there somewhere?â explained Trundle. âOr at worst, some bits and pieces we could use to repair our own one?â
Jackâs grin opened up like a piano keyboard, and he clapped his paws together. âWell done, Trundle!â he chirruped. âOf course there will be!â
âAnd tools, Iâm guessing, to do the fixing with,â Esmeralda chimed in. âAnd who knows what other useful stuff, as well. Nice thinking, Trundle!â
Trundle beamed at his two friends. From zero to hero in one leap!
âWell, donât just sit there grinning like a moonstruck oyster!â Esmeralda declared. âLetâs get busy!â
âWhat about the crowns?â Jack asked, nodding towards the two boxes wedged under the stern seatâboxes that contained the mythical Crowns of Ice and Fire. âShould we take them with us?â
âI donât think so,â said Esmeralda. âTheyâll be safe enough here. Itâs not like weâre going far. With any luck, weâll find everything we need close by.â
âThatâs as may be,â said Jack, picking up his rebec and bow and slinging them over his back. âBut Iâm not going anywhere without my musical instrument.â
The three companions made their way down to the front of the tilting skyboat. The broken mast of the windship that had snagged them rose up into the darkness. The remains of a
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