Deep Wild Blue

Michael Maguire

Description

Fourteen-year-old twins, Lucy and Archie Scott, can't wait to visit their Uncle Jacob in Cornwall and arriving at Gull Cottage, they're not disappointed. Greeted by their uncle, his eighteen-year-old nephew Troy, and Kristo, a high-tech, electronic Great White shark, the twins know they're in for an action-packed summer.There's just one problem: the Riddle brothers. Len and Joe, known thieves and archenemies of the Scott family, own the local scrap yard. With dreams of caravan parks and tourists' wallets, the Riddles have their eyes on Gull Cottage, intending to demolish the house for their own moneymaking goals. With the Stinger (a mini submarine) on their side, they set about their goals to outsmart the Scotts.A storm is brewing. Can the Scotts solve the puzzle the Riddles present? And what other dangers lurk beneath the waves?

Sujets

• Children's
• Cornualles
• Cornwall

Informations

• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 13 décembre 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781838597597
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

Other published books by Michael Maguire
Adult Novels:

Shot Silk
Slaughter Horse
Scratchproof
Scorcher



Young Adult Novels:

Mylor: The most powerful horse in the world
Mylor: The kidnap
Swiftly
Swiftly 2
Superkids (New Title: Kool Kidz)


Copyright © 2020 Michael Maguire

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
So what happened during the next three years?

About the Author
Chapter One
‘Three, four, five…’ Lucy Scott was pointing at the well-squeezed tubes of toothpaste that lay at Troy’s bare feet. ‘You’ve got all that icky white stuff between your toes.’
Troy laughed. ‘I’ll rinse my feet in the sea before I go back to the house.’
His sister had arrived in Cornwall with her twin brother Archie and their dog Oscar a few hours ago. Their Uncle Jacob had met them at the station and had talked non-stop about his latest invention on the drive to Milford-on-Sea. He’d spent a year designing and building a replica of a Great White Shark.
‘His teeth look polished,’ Lucy said. ‘How many teeth does a shark have?’
‘Between forty and fifty,’ Troy told her. ‘This shark is slightly smaller so he has forty and they’re made of resin.’
‘They look very real.’
‘Luckily he doesn’t suffer from plaque like we do.’
‘What’s plaque?’
‘It’s fur-like stuff that clings to your teeth. You can feel it in the morning by running your tongue over the top ones.’
‘Eww gross!’ She rubbed a finger over her gums. ‘My toothbrush is in my case. I hope Archie has carried my stuff to my bedroom.’
‘Ha! What did your last slave die of?’ Troy asked.
Lucy had been in such a hurry to see the invention she’d left Archie with her Uncle at the house and run down the cliff path to the boathouse.
Her older brother Troy 18, tall, dark, had been with Jacob for several months since finishing his training at Technical College. He loved working with Jacob and together they were faced with solving problems of how to get the robotic Great White Shark realistic in every detail.
‘We’re so lucky,’ Lucy said.
‘Lucky?’ Troy squinted at her.
‘We’re lucky to have the sea so near.’
They were lucky – very lucky. They were inside the boathouse which sat alone on a small private beach, only a few metres from the sea. Above them, high on the top of the cliffs was Uncle Jacob’s old house named “Gull Cottage.” Over the years the constant spray from the sea had badly eaten away at the cliffs’ foundations. Experts had told Jacob that in a few years’ time Gull Cottage would fall apart; slide over the cliff edge and smash to pieces on the beach below.
‘I don’t like the shark when you’ve got his mouth wide open,’ Lucy observed, ‘he looks very scary.’
‘He looks very REAL ,’ Troy replied, releasing two clips at each corner of the shark’s mouth. There was a hiss as the mouth framework closed with a scissor action leaving Troy enough space to pull it clear. Silently and smoothly the shark’s jaws closed shut.
‘Wow hardcore!’ The shout came from the boathouse door.
Lucy’s twin brother stood like a statue, his dark brown eyes bulging. He was wearing camouflage style shorts and was holding Oscar their tiny Jack Russell dog who was desperate to get a sniff at the shark.
‘Kristo is larger than I thought,’ Archie said, excited. ‘Uncle Jacob said he was a bit smaller than a real Great White… but hellfire he’s still very big.’
‘Kristo?’ Troy queried. ‘Don’t tell me Jacob has finally decided on a name.’
‘That’s a cool name,’ Lucy put in. ‘I shall call him Kris for short.’
Uncle Jacob had been considering various names for about a year and was regularly changing his mind. When Troy arrived at Gull Cottage three months ago at the start of his gap-year he had simply named the electronic shark “Great White.”
‘Where did Uncle get the name Kristo?’ Archie asked.
‘That was the name of the ship that brought him from India to England,’ Troy explained. ‘He was a very young man at the time and looking for a better life.’
‘So he settled in Milford-on-Sea?’
‘It seemed the perfect place… quiet, clean and very few visitors… unlike most of Cornwall which can be crammed with tourists.’
‘And very handy having the UK Space Agency only a few miles away,’ Troy added, and then he sighed. ‘Of course, now Uncle’s retired he misses working there. In his younger days he couldn’t wait to get an apprenticeship.’
‘What exactly is an apprenticeship?’ Lucy queried.
‘It’s the starting point for the job you want,’ Troy explained.
Troy had learned a lot about his Uncle’s history since arriving several months ago at Gull Cottage. He knew that Jacob insisted that all his inventions were kept totally secret. Some had been stolen in the past and he’d lost out badly through loose talk.
‘I wish Archie and I could stay with Uncle for a year… just like you,’ Lucy said looking at Troy. ‘We only get a stingy few weeks holiday.’
‘Boo-Hoo!’ Troy laughed teasingly and began collecting up the empty tubes of toothpaste. ‘Give me a violin and I’ll play a tune.’
‘How come you get a gap-year anyway?’ Archie was still struggling to hold Oscar. ‘It seems unfair to me.’
‘Wait till you and Lucy reach eighteen,’ Troy said. ‘Then you can take a one-year break between school and university.’
‘It seems a long wait. We’re only just fourteen.’
‘I’m eight minutes older,’ Lucy stated.
‘That’s why you’re ugly,’ Troy held back a grin. He was always poking fun at his younger sister and Lucy knew his jokey words weren’t meant to be hurtful.
‘The oldest twin has more brains… I read it somewhere,’ Lucy said, ignoring Troy’s attempt to be funny.
Troy, who was dressed in denim shorts, T-shirt and deck-shoes took a step backwards and eyed his sister up and down.
‘What the heck are you wearing, Lucy?’
‘It’s retro stuff,’ Archie told him. ‘You know she’s always buying bits and pieces from charity and vintage shops.’
Lucy had arrived at Gull Cottage wearing steam-punk sunglasses, ripped jeans, boots and a biker jacket peppered with hundreds of shiny studs.
Her hair had been cropped, dyed blonde and dashed with various colours. Although short in height her clothes made her look older than her fourteen years.
‘My guess is punk,’ Troy said, rubbing his chin. ‘I know we had the Emo and Goth stages a few months ago.’
Oscar gave a bark of agreement.
Archie chuckled. ‘You guessed right.’
Troy fixed Lucy with a steely stare. ‘Well you won’t be wearing any punk gear after today.’
‘Why won’t I?’ Lucy lifted her chin and produced her stubborn look. ‘I’m not in London anymore. I’m supposed to be on a summer holiday – remember?’
‘It’s a working holiday… So I want you in a suit.’
There was a brief silence as Lucy looked at Archie, who simply shrugged.
‘ A SUIT! ’ Lucy struggled to get the word out. ‘That’s what old people wear!’
Lucy looked very cute when she was angry; her high cheek-bones exaggerated now because she was clamping down on her teeth.
‘Sorry, Sis,’ Troy chuckled, enjoying Lucy’s confusion. ‘I forgot to mention that the suit is a wetsuit. You’ll need protection when you’re riding the waves on Kristo’s back.’
‘That’s awesome!’ Lucy’s face brightened immediately. ‘I’ll be on a Great White Shark… Swimming with him and doing lots of cool stuff.’
Archie moved towards Kristo. The shark was lying on a metal cradle with only his head visible. His body and fins were covered with a huge black plastic sheet.
‘I thought Lucy would be inside Kristo’s cockpit with me,’ Archie said.
‘She will be. She’ll be spending more time sitting behind you helping whenever we need him to go underwater,’ Troy explained.
Lucy and Archie had spent many weeks learning every detail about Kristo. Uncle Jacob had sent plans, diagrams and written information to their computer. The twins had treated it like homework. They would go to bed questioning each other about the complicated workings of Kristo. As they were both short for their age they would fit snugly into the shark’s cockpit. Archie would be the pilot with Lucy sitting behind him as the co-pilot. Troy was the technical leader under the guidance of his Uncle and knew everything about the high-tech design.
He also knew that the shark had been designed for a very special mission which had to be kept secret. Only tonight, when Jac