boat and was throwing life jackets and oars into it. He grinned at Gabby.
‘The service at this place is—’
‘Don’t you say anything, E.D., unless it’s thanks,’ Gabby scowled, passing him a paper bag filled with bacon and toast.
E.D. stuffed his mouth full of food then leaned over and kissed Gabby on the cheek. Gabby dropped her own piece of toast in disgust.
‘Yuck! Oh my God, E.D. What is wrong with you?’ said Gabby, completely flustered. E.D. swept his long black hair from his eyes and grinned.
‘Couldn’t say thanks,’ he said, finally. ‘My mouth was full.’
‘Quiet, you two,’ Hannah snapped. ‘Ling, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat? It’ll be good for you.’
Ling smiled and shook her head. ‘I’m fine. I’m just not hungry. I think getting away from the cottage will help.’ She shifted uncomfortably, wishing Hannah wouldn’t stare at her. Everyone had been so concerned about her after last night, she felt a bit smothered. I need a bit of space, she thought. There is something very strange happening here but I’m not sure that the others realise it yet. She turned to look at Angus. ‘What do you think those other kids are up to?’
‘I just got the feeling that they had discovered something,’ Angus said, looking out over the water to the island. ‘Obviously they don’t want anyone knowing where they’ve been; that’s why they were climbing out of the window.’
‘Treasure?’ E.D. said through a mouthful of food.
‘Well, supposedly there is treasure out there somewhere,’ Ling said.
‘Do you really think we should go to the island while that gang of kids is over there?’
‘I agree with Hannah,’ Gabby said. ‘They might have guns.’
‘Guns?’ E.D. spluttered.
‘I think that kiss has got to you, Gabby.’ Angus grinned and stepped into the boat. Hannah followed, grabbing nervously at its edge. Ling put a hand on Hannah’s arm to steady her and then followed her onto the craft. E.D. clunked in, making the boat rock and Hannah scowl, then held out a hand for Gabby. Making sure the others weren’t looking, Gabby stretched out her own hand and E.D. helped her in.
Angus gave out the life jackets and waited while everyone put them on.
‘You two sit up the front,’ he said to Hannah and Ling. ‘Gabby can go in the middle with us in case E.D.’s arms get tired of rowing.’ He grinned as E.D. frowned at him. Slowly, the boat moved away from the small jetty where it had been moored.
‘And when we get to the island?’ Gabby asked.
‘Easy. Kill the gang, steal the treasure and get back in time for a proper breakfast,’ E.D. shouted.
The Isle of Many was only about 400 metres from the mainland. It had a small beach area but most of that was hidden by coastal scrub. The rest of the island’s coastline was jagged with rocks and steep cliffs.
‘On the other side of those cliffs is Devil’s Wing,’ Hannah said, pointing away to her right.
‘Devil’s what?’ E.D. said, stroking firmly to keep up with Gabby and Angus.
‘Wing! There’s supposed to be some sort of rip or really strong current where the water rushes in.’
‘Cool, let’s head round there,’ E.D. said.
‘Don’t be an idiot, E.D. That’s the last place we want to go.’ Angus was puffing. Rowing is a lot harder than horse riding, he thought.
Even so, they made short work of the crossing. E.D. had spent most of the journey with his oar either out of his hands or out of the water—until Gabby grabbed it away from him in irritation. The boat zoomed over the last 50 metres and they eased back as the water became shallow.
The ocean washed up gently onto a narrow beach section of the Isle of Many. The boat the gang had used was easily visible, even though it looked as though they’d made a clumsy attempt to conceal it behind a screen of bushes to the left of the beach.
‘Let’s find a spot away from their boat and see what’s going on,’ said Angus.
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