Margaret Haddix - Sabotaged

Someone could be hiding, Jonah wanted to say. Like your mystery man, coming back to make us do whatever he wants us to do. But which was worse-bringing up the possibility that dangerous, unknown people could be lurking anywhere? Or acknowledging the emptiness, the desolation, the ruin? It feels like something bad happened here, Jonah thought. And, maybe… it’s not over?

Jonah was not going to say that.

Instead, he muttered grumpily, “How do you know we’re on an island?”

“That’s where the Roanoke Colony was,” Andrea said. “On Roanoke Island.”

Jonah threw up his hands.

“Am I the only one who didn’t pay attention in fifth-grade Social Studies?” he asked.

To Jonah’s surprise, Andrea laughed. But it was kind laughter. Not at all like Katherine’s.

“I don’t really remember hearing about the Roanoke Colony at school. I’m not sure my teacher ever mentioned it,” Andrea said. “But remember that day in the cave? When they told us the names of the missing kids stolen from history, even though they wouldn’t say which of us was which kid?”

Jonah nodded and shrugged.

“Yeah. So?”

“So I went home that day and decided I was going to research every single one of the girls’ names I could remember,” Andrea said. “I live with my aunt and uncle now and, well… anyhow, it’s good if I can just go in my room and shut the door and have something to do.”

“But-” Katherine began. Jonah could tell by the way she had her eyes all squinted together and her nose wrinkled up, that she was about to ask some really nosy question like, Don’t you like your aunt and uncle? Why not? What’s wrong with them?

“Wow,” Jonah interrupted quickly. “I just went home that day and ate most of a large pepperoni pizza all by myself and then went right to sleep.”

Andrea laughed again. It was a nice sound.

“That’s okay-you did have that whole detour to the Middle Ages in between,” she said.

“Yeah, after being in the 1480s, I was…” Jonah stopped himself before he got to the last word, which was supposed to be starving. It didn’t seem smart to bring that up right now. He shifted gears. “So you really learned everything about all the missing kids from history? All the girls, anyway?”

Andrea shook her head, her eyes very solemn.

“No, and this is kind of weird,” she said. “I started with Virginia Dare, and I meant to move on, but I just… kept… reading about Virginia Dare.”

“Ooh…” Katherine let out a low, spooky-sounding moan. She’d stopped squinting-now her whole face was lit up with excitement. “So you must have known that’s who you were. Did you just have this feeling about Virginia Dare? Like something subconscious, or not so subconscious, telling you, ‘That’s who you are. It has to be!’”

Jonah glared at his sister. Didn’t Katherine remember how Andrea had reacted back in the time hollow with JB, when JB had said she was really Virginia Dare? That’s not me! That’s not my mother! she’d screamed. Was Katherine trying to upset Andrea again?

But Andrea didn’t scream this time. She just tilted her head thoughtfully to the side, considering Katherine’s questions.

Maybe Jonah didn’t understand anything about girls and their moods.

“I don’t think I knew anything,” Andrea said after a few seconds. “Even subconsciously. I was just really interested in the Virginia Dare story. I think it was because of the grandfather coming back-how hard he tried to get back to his family, and how many times he failed, and then when he finally made it to Roanoke…”

“No one was there,” Katherine whispered.

Jonah should have been immune to all of Katherine’s dramatics after living with her for nearly twelve years. But he couldn’t help shivering at the eerie tone in her voice. Off in the distance, Dare’s barking seemed to have a plaintive, desperate quality to it now.

“That’s not just him barking at the deer anymore, is it?” Jonah asked.

“No-do you think he’s hurt?” Andrea asked. “Fallen into some hole left by a hunter or-oh my gosh, they wouldn’t have had metal leg traps at Roanoke, would they?”

She whirled around and started running toward the sound of Dare’s barking. Jonah and Katherine rushed after her.

They weren’t going back into the woods now, but into an area of tall grasses that whipped against their faces and cut into their arms. Jonah began wishing he’d kept his sweatshirt on, despite the heat, just to protect his skin. But there wasn’t time to stop and put it back on.

Dare’s barking shifted, becoming higher pitched, more panicked.

“Something is wrong!” Andrea called back to Jonah and Katherine. “I can tell. We have to…”

She didn’t finish her sentence. She just sped up.

“Wait, Andrea! You don’t know what’s out there!” Jonah called after her. He didn’t even know what danger he should be worrying about. The mystery man, back to steal Andrea away completely? Whatever enemy had destroyed the Roanoke Colony and the Indian village to begin with? Some other danger the mystery man wanted Andrea to encounter? Pirates, brigands, murderers, thieves…

Listing dangers helped Jonah run faster. But the faster he went, the faster the grasses whipped against his face, against his bare arms, against his ankles. He was glad when the grasses thinned out, but then he was running through sand. It spilled into his shoes, making every step twice as hard.

And then he sped around a corner and discovered that Andrea had caught up with Dare.

The dog wasn’t caught in a metal trap. He wasn’t being carried away by evil time travelers or pirates. Instead, he was crouched on a narrow beach and barking furiously at something out in the water.

“What is it, boy?” Andrea asked him. “What do you see?”

Still running, Jonah put his hand to his forehead, shielding his eyes from the bright sun so he could stare out into the surf. The waves were rocking violently back and forth; it was almost impossible to tell from one moment to the next which section of the water he’d already looked at and which he still needed to scan. There was a dark shape bobbing up and down out there-or was it just a shadow?

Jonah squinted harder and ran closer to the edge of the water. The dark shape began to make sense.

“It’s an upside-down boat,” he said. “Smashed up, like from a shipwreck.” He instantly regretted saying that word. Shipwreck, car wreck-maybe Andrea won’t think about the similarities? “It probably happened years ago,” he added soothingly. “I think sometimes it takes debris like that a long time to wash up onshore.”

“Jonah, it was right side up a minute ago,” Andrea said. She raced to the edge of the water. She jerked off her right shoe, then her left. She rolled up the bottom edges of her shorts.

“What are you doing?” Jonah asked.

Andrea shoved away the sweatshirt she’d knotted around her waist. It dropped onto the sand, one sleeve trailing into the water.

“There was someone in there!” she screamed. “I saw him!”

Jonah barely had a moment to think before Andrea plunged into the water.

“No!” Jonah called after her. “It’s not safe!”

Jonah knew there were other objections he should be yelling at her-something about time, about how you weren’t supposed to change time, about how maybe this was a trap or a trick set up by the mystery man? But she was being buffeted by the waves so completely he couldn’t put two words together. She was underwater; she was back on the surface; she was underwater; she was back on the surface…

Beside Jonah, Dare was now barking furiously at Andrea. The dog put one paw into the water, got hit by a huge wave, and backed out, whimpering.