maybe by doing so, it upset things.â
âThe balance of power,â Philby said.
âThatâs what Iâm talking about.â
âYouâre saying weâre the problem.â
âIâm saying we may have started things going wrong.â
âEscalation. So theyâve brought in OTKs,â Philby said. âTheyâre attacking the Base. If we win, they loseââ
âWhich is probably different from when both sides won and lost, but not all the time.â
âMore permanent.â
âPermanent vacation,â Finn said.
âAnd now that weâre winning some of the time, they bring along Chernabog. Though, granted, heâs sleeping or in a spell or something. They see a chance for real victory, not the give and take thatâs been going on after hours in the parks for decades. The only thing is, weâre in the way. As long as weâre aliveâ¦â
âCheery thought.â
âSo their mission has two parts: get rid of us, and bring Chernabog to power.â
âAnd the journalâs part of that,â Finn said.
âThis journalâs important to them. This journal is why theyâre on the ship in the first place.â
âWe donât know that!â
âLetâs assume it,â Philby said. âThe kind of detailed planning that went into the Chernabog pickup? This thingâs on a whole new level.â
âAgreed.â
âWe need the others,â Philby said, pointing to the journal. âWeâre better at figuring out stuff like this when itâs all of us. The sooner we crack the code, the better chance we have of stopping them.â
A T BREAKFAST , the cafeteria-style food stations in the Cabanas restaurant teemed with hungry passengers. The Keepersâ quest for privacy put them at a corner table, where they spoke in soft voices.
âWe couldnât risk bringing the actual journal,â Philby said, âbut we photocopied the important
pages.â
He passed them aroundâthe painting of the stone steps, the coin-sized designs, the line of text:
âLIFE IS BECAUSE OF THE GODS; WITH THEIR SACRIFICE THEY GAVE US LIFEâ¦. THEY PRODUCE OUR SUSTENANCEâ¦WHICH NOURISHES LIFE.â
âWe donât know if the OTs have solved it or not,â he said. âRegardless, we have to figure out if it means anything. Whateverâs going on with Chernabog must be connected to the journal.â
âCan I mention something bizarre?â Charlene said. No one answered, but she continued anyway. âPhilby asked me to photograph the hyena Maybeck and Finn found.â She cringed. âWhich, Iâm happy to say, was gone by the time I got there. But anyway, Iâm heading up the jogging path and Iâm practically speared by a hummingbird !â
âThatâs not possible,â Philby said. âThey canât survive at sea. Theyâre land birds.â
âBut I saw it.â
âYouâre sure it was a hummingbird?â Willa asked.
âOne hundred percent.â
âSo we have a monster that doesnât belong on board,â Finn said. âAnd a species of bird that has no business being here.â
âCan we talk about this later?â Philby said, pushing back his hair impatiently. âThis meeting is about the journal.â
Charlene shrugged, put off but unwilling to start a fight.
âWhen we work together, weâre good at this kind
of thing. The Stonecutterâs Quill. âUnder the Seaâ
in AK.â
âMaybe Jessâs dream about caves has something to do with these stairs,â Willa said, nudging the drawing. âI mean, theyâre stone. They look old. Maybe we should copy the actual journal and e-mail it to her.â
âToo dangerous,â Philby said. âThe journal has to be locked up. We canât risk losing it a second time.â
Willa passed the sheets to Storey