“There was no bird, was there?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, there was,” said Ulysses, touching the tattoo on his neck. “Her name’s Miranda.”
I understood everything then. I could see every line in the pirate’s craggy face. His skin was sunburned and dry. His ears were cracked and bloodied. But his brown eyes were like dark pools in which fantastic creatures swam.
“What happened to her? To Miranda?”
Ulysses shrugged. “What happens to most children. She got sick, and never got better.”
“And your wife?”
“The same.”
“But you said you were married,” said Will, glancing down at Ulysses’s ring, smooth and lustrous in the half-light.
“I’ll always be married. But it’ll be the next world when I see her again.”
Our father believed in Heaven, but I thought it was a place that shakers pretended existed—without it there would be too many other questions. Ulysses, however, seemed confident he would see his wife and daughter again. And maybe, I thought, the belief was all that mattered.
The children had drawn closer now. There were several of them who seemed older and more confident than the others, and they approached Ulysses.
“Please, mister,” said one. “Do you have any food?” He was nearly as tall as Ulysses but less than half his weight. Clumps of hair grew from his head in no discernible pattern, and his eyes were bloodshot and rheumy. Ulysses asked his name, and the boy said he was called Thomas and the girl next to him was Danielle. I was shocked to hear Danielle was a girl; she looked almost identical to Thomas: same hair, same height, same sickly bodies. They were, in fact, brother and sister, Thomas said.
“Where are your parents?” I asked.
Thomas shrugged. “Dead, we think.” He explained their town had been raided by Mounties, because the residents were siphoning water from a pipeline. The adults were shot; the town burned; and the children taken prisoner to the canyon.
“Most of us are dead now,” he concluded.
I looked at Ulysses, and I knew he knew what I was thinking.
“There’s nothing we can do,” he said again.
“Yes there is,” I insisted. “Give them the canyon.”
“Give it to them?”
I opened my arms and stretched them tip to tip, north to south. “The drilling site. The machinery. The trucks. The weapons. Everything.”
“They wouldn’t survive for a minute.”
“You said they won’t survive anyway.”
Ulysses rubbed his chin and frowned. “I suppose a mounted gun might help.” He glanced at the helicopter.
“There’s a weapons room in the main building,” Thomas said.
“And a cold storage with food,” said Danielle, the first words she had spoken.
“There’s water too,” I added.
Ulysses sighed, but he knew he had been outmaneuvered. He signaled the pilot to bring him the prisoner. When the tall man was before him, Ulysses grasped him by the edges of his collar. “The keys,” he said.
“No keys,” the man managed. “Tumblers.”
“The combination, then.”
The man hesitated, and Ulysses cocked his weapon and pointed it at the man’s head. “You smell bad,” he said. “I doubt you’ll be missed.”
The man stuttered, then quickly gave up the code. Ulysses sat him back on the ground and called for Thomas.
“You know how to fire this?” he asked.
Thomas took Ulysses’s gun. It looked absurdly large in his thin hands, but he released the safety like a professional. “My father taught me,” he explained.
“Good.” Ulysses turned to the man kneeling before him. “This boy’s in charge now. You’ll do as he says. If you don’t—as you can see, his father taught him how to shoot you.”
Dozens of other children had drawn closer, curious and hungry—vacant eyes calculating the risks, weighing whatever Ulysses had to offer. He coaxed them nearer and singled out several of the biggest, healthiest boys to accompany him to the helicopter. There they withdrew the mounted gun from its bay, and carried it to the front of the main building. Then they went back and forth several times with boxes of ammunition and crates of grenades. Will and I helped until the building was well-fortified and well-armed.
The throng of children pushed in on us, and I worried they might riot. They didn’t smell as bad as the foul man, but they didn’t smell good either. My grip on Will was loosening, and I felt a mounting panic as the children swelled around me. They pushed and shoved and seemed to come from everywhere.
Then Ulysses’s voice split the crowd. “Dinner!” he announced.
A great roar erupted as Ulysses pushed Thomas toward the caves. The boy ran, not like something sickly, but something spectacular, his hair flaming and triumphant, his sister, Danielle, behind him, followed by scores of children of all sizes, the smallest carried by the tallest, the crippled guided by the able-bodied. They spilled into the caves like an ancient river, a stream of humanity drawn by the promise of food, nourishment, life itself.
In a moment Will and I were alone with Ulysses and the pilot. Dust from hundreds of footsteps still hovered in the air. A weak sunlight pushed through. The atmosphere was rank, but a breeze had begun to blow. We had given the children what we could to protect and feed them. The rest was up to them.
Ulysses stepped toward the helicopter. “Ready?” he asked.
“For what?” asked Will.
“To find Kai, of course.”
CHAPTER 14
We flew south.
From the sky, the earth looked like a flattened soy cake. The blues, greens, and whites familiar from the school screens were missing, as if they had always been a lie. At fifteen hundred meters I could see dried rivers like the spidery, cracked fingers of a dead man. The only thing of color was a brilliant red sun, burning low in the west.
On the ground I had never thought much about the earth, but from the sky it was all I could see. We could have been on Mercury or the moon, some barren place that creatures had once inhabited but now were long gone. Not a single living thing stirred, and the ever-present grayish dust spiraled in thousands of eddies. I saw something that could have been a road, but it was decomposed and swallowed up on either side. The remains of a truck or a tank were scattered like bones nearby. In the copter it was drier even than on land, and I couldn’t lick my lips quick enough to keep them moist.
I knew if we could climb higher, I would see the silver pearls that dotted the planet’s surface and were all that remained of the great lakes and rivers. Enormous reservoirs, they held all the fresh water left on the planet. Canals, aqueducts, pipes, and pumping stations funneled every drop into their well-guarded steel and concrete basins. Humans had finally made the world to suit their purposes. Even the weather was under their control, and the sun, moon, and stars were sure to follow.
A chill made my bones ache and muscles shudder.
“There’s another blanket in the rear,” said Ulysses.
Will reached for it and handed it to me. I let it fall to my lap. “How do you know he’s there?” I asked.
“Don’t know for certain,” said Ulysses. The PELA mercenary who had told the pirates Kai was a prisoner of Bluewater had traded the information for his life. To him, Kai was just a boy and well worth the trade. PELA did the dirty work and asked no questions.
“So what’s your plan?” asked Will.
“The plan?” Ulysses chuckled. For the first time, I noticed that his clothes were ragged and torn. His unwashed hair and unshaved beard made him look like the older men in the gaming center. When he grinned, his crazed and cracked smile framed a handful of battered yellow teeth. But his brown eyes glittered like a promise. “Save the kid. Find the water. Get rich.”
“Seriously. Don’t you have a plan?” I asked.