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Separated from their parents in a storm, two children are marooned on a hidden island, where they discover a cult of psychics , mythical beings . . . and a murderer in their midst.
Shortlisted for the Kelpie Prize.
David Hutchison
David Hutchison is a Scottish artist, filmmaker and writer. He made the award-winning medical sci-fi thriller feature Graders, comedy horror feature Baobhan Sith and YA novella Storm Hags.
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Storm Hags - David Hutchison
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Storm Hags
David Hutchison
flyingsheepCopyright © David Hutchison. 2012
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Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First edition
ISBN 978-1-914-335-29-7 (epub)
Flying Sheep Publishing.
Illustrations Copyright © David Hutchison. 2012
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Table of Contents
The Storm
Bay of Echoes
Glen of Goats
Brotherhood of Gruinsoye
Caldera Gardens
Storm Hags
Mind Casters
Apprentice
Kidnapped
Cloned Seer
Bog Lands
Psychic Shoog
Fareweel
Glossary of Scots words
Storm
Kirsty was trying to crawl out of the barrel but the hissing crowd kept pushing her back in with wooden sticks. She made a huge effort, straining, knowing that if she didn’t get out soon she would be boiled alive in the hot black liquid. She gave one last final leap and soared up out of the barrel.
There was a crashing noise and Kirsty found herself lying in her sleeping bag on the wooden flooring of the cabin. Her back hurt. The Marianne was really tossing back and fore on the stormy sea. Kirsty realised that she had been thrown from the top bunk in the middle of her nightmare. She tried to stand up but the roll of the waves made it extremely difficult. She felt for the side light in the dark. She flicked it on. Her wee brother Angus was still fast asleep in the bottom bunk. His red curly hair stuck out from the top of his tartan nylon sleeping bag. He looked like some kind of Nessie larva. How could he sleep through this?
Kirsty grabbed her mobile from under her pillow. Five a.m. She knew that she would not be able to get back to sleep so she grabbed onto the walls, opened the door and went up the corridor towards the steps to the galley. The door to her parents’ cabin was wide open, banging with the pitch and roll of the boat. No one in the bunks. She secured the door. Mother and father must be in the wheelhouse.
Kirsty stepped up into the galley and unclipped the table from the wall. She wedged herself between it and the wooden seat. She reached into the locker and pulled out the keyboard. The screen lit up on the wall. The screensaver of killer whales picking tasty seals off a beach repeated in an orgy of blood. Yeuk! Angus had put it back on when she hadn’t been looking.
The boat lurched again and the flat screen crashed off the wall. It scuffed Kirsty on the head. She held her head tightly and tried not to cry as she felt the bump growing through her mousy brown hair. Blast, blast, blast! Kirsty was suddenly sick of everything. Why had her parents decided to quit their jobs, sell up everything, drag her out of school and away from her friends and buy a crappy old boat. It wasn’t fair! Blast this head! Blast everything! The screen lay cracked and useless on the table, smeared in red. She took a hand from her head and felt a trickle of blood flow down her forehead and into her right eye. The first aid kit was in the wheelhouse. Kirsty unwedged herself from between the table and seat. She staggered to the ladder and crawled up, knocking on the hatch.
Mum, Dad!
There was no answer so she pushed the hatch open.
The wheelhouse was empty. Kirsty crawled out of the hatch and held onto the walls as she looked out the port and starboard windows and then dead ahead. It was still dark outside, the huge swell reflected in the moonlight. The boat was listing. The bow should be pointing into the waves. A broadside hit and they could capsize. Something must be wrong. Her parents would never have left the wheelhouse unattended in such a storm. They must be in the engine room. The bilge pumps had being playing up yesterday. Kirsty grabbed the wheel and steered the boat into the waves as she blinked the blood from her eyes. This was hell. She couldn’t leave the wheel to get to the first aid kit. She couldn’t look for her parents and her little sprat of a brother was sleeping below, not a care in the world as she, Kirsty MacLeod single-handedly took rein of the Marianne.
Oh at first it had sounded exciting when her parents had said, We’re going to buy an old fishing boat and sail around the world!
What fun! What an adventure! All these exotic places and no more school. She could do her exams online. She had laughed when her friends had started calling her Cutlas Kirsty at school. But on the very first day on the boat she had spewed and spewed until she could spew no more and hurt her throat with dry coughing while the seagulls fought over her stomach contents.
That had been a week ago. They had boarded the Marianne at Peterhead harbour and spent a day stocking it up with supplies. Then they had got up the coast passing the Moray Firth. They had spent an afternoon in Wick waiting for the tide to turn in the Pentland Firth. Then they had traversed the north coast of Scotland passing Scrabster and the Dounreay Nuclear Power station, sticking out like a football. The swell had calmed down just after Cape Wrath then they entered the Minch; the sea between the Hebrides and the mainland.
Kirsty, what are you doing?
Angus’s head popped up from the hatch.
You’ve got blood down your face.
I know. Come here and take the wheel!
Angus clumbered up through the hatch and staggered to the wheel.
Where’s Mummy and Daddy?
In the engine room. Here. Keep the bows into the waves, like that.
Kirsty let Angus take over the wheel as she got the first aid kit from a cupboard on the wall. She dipped a tea towel in some water from the battered tin kettle wedged on the stove and looked in the mirror on the inside of the cupboard. She winced as she cleaned around the bump as best as she could. The bleeding had stopped and the cut was tiny. Kirsty painted some stinging iodine on it. She covered the cut with one of those blue plasters. The kind that the dinner ladies used at school so that if it fell off into the big pan of mince it would be easier to see.
Kirsty thought of the bloody blue plaster mixed up with greasy mince and she rushed for the sliding door of the wheelhouse. She clung to the door handle and boat rail as she emptied her stomach.
A few seconds later she felt much better. The sky was getting lighter and the waves seemed to have calmed down, although still choppy. Kirsty got back into the wheelhouse and strapped on a bright orange lifejacket.
You okay?
Yes, I’m just going to check on Mum and Dad.
Kirsty slid the door open again and held onto the railings. She edged her way around to the stern. The hatch on the engine room was shut. She knocked several times on it. The hatch did not open. She stretched her foot out and got it under the side of the hatch and then pushed it up. The hatch slid over to reveal the engine room below. It was empty. Kirsty could smell the diesel and hear the engine labouring. Where were Mum and Dad?
Kirsty looked out over the choppy grey sea. The sky was brightening up in the east as the sun struggled to rise. She clambered back to the wheelhouse. She noticed that the old cork lifebelt that she had helped to paint a few weeks ago had gone from its rack beside the wheelhouse door. The grappling hook usually wedged behind the stove’s chimney had gone too. She looked up at the roof of the wheelhouse. The life raft was still lashed to the roof in its white plastic case. Kirsty slid the door open and entered the wheelhouse. Angus stared at her and looked frightened.
Where’s Mummy and Daddy?
I don’t know!
Angus started to sob as he held onto the wheel. Kirsty felt sorry that she had snapped at him and gave him a hug.
The old lifebelt and the grappling hook have gone. Something must have happened during the storm. Mum or Dad was washed overboard and the other tried to help them.
Drowned?
Angus sobbed as he looked ahead. She blinked back her tears as she pulled open a locker.
We don’t know that. Look, the locker is empty! They had their lifejackets on. They could have been picked up by another boat. They’re really strong swimmers.
You think so?
whispered Angus.
I’m sure of it!
Maybe they swam to that island?
Angus pointed to the starboard window.
Where?
Kirsty looked out of the window. Angus was right. In the distance there was an island, blue against the grey sea.
Angus, head towards that island!
THE SEA WAS NOW CALM and it was a sunny morning. Kirsty was trying to read the instructions stenciled onto the side of the radiophone but she could not make head or tail of them. Blast! She should have taken more notice when Dad had showed her how to work it. If the computer had been working she could have sent a message by email to the coastguard but the satellite dish had got broken in the storm. Her mobile had got soaked and died a death. She went into the galley to see if the computer was repairable. She sat on the wooden bench and wiped the dried blood off the cracked screen. She fiddled with the socket in the back of the computer and tried rebooting it. The wee green light came on but the flat monitor screen remained blank.
Kirsty noticed a noise, or more accurately she noticed a lack of noise. The steady vibration throughout the hull of the boat had stopped. Angus’ voice called down.
Kirsty!
Kirsty sprang up the ladder into the wheelhouse.
What?
The engine’s stopped. We’re drifting,
said Angus.
Kirsty pulled back the sliding door and went to the stern. Blast. What a sailor she was! She had forgotten to batten down the hatch. It had blown off in the wind. The floor of the engine room was swamped in seawater. Kirsty rushed back to the wheelhouse and got a plastic bucket.
Angus. The water’s coming into the engine room. Get something and help me to bail it out!
Kirsty ran back to the hatch and jumped down into the engine room. The seawater came up to her knees. It was a cramped space, big enough for two adults at a squeeze. Kirsty lowered the bucket and scooped up some water. She passed it to Angus who threw down another bucket. Angus dipped the bucket over the railings into the sea. Kirsty filled up the next bucket and held it up to Angus as he threw the empty bucket down.
They carried on bailing out the engine room until Kirsty’s arms were aching.
Kirsty I think the water’s getting higher,
panted Angus, looking down at her.
Kirsty looked down. He was