The New World - By Patrick Ness Page 0,4

‘A little.’

He leaned down to whisper to me. ‘I’m frightened, too.’

‘You are?’

He nodded. ‘My grandfather was the last of the original caretakers on the convoy to die, the last one of us who’d actually breathed the air of a planet and not of a ship.’

I waited for him to go on. ‘And?’

‘He didn’t have anything good to say about it,’ he said. ‘Old World was polluted and crowded and dying from its own poisons. That’s why we left, to find a better place, one we could do our very best not to wreck like we had Old World.’

‘I know all this-’

‘But the rest of us are just like you, Viola. We’ve never seen any space bigger than the cargo bay on the Gamma. I don’t know what fresh air smells like either except what they’ve got on the immersive vids, and that’s not the real thing. I mean, can you imagine what a real ocean is like, Viola? How big it must seem? How small we are compared to it?’

‘Is this supposed to make me feel better?’

‘Actually, yes.’ He smiled and tapped the present I was holding. ‘Because you’ll have something to help you against the darkness.’

The present was small in my hand, but heavy, substantial. ‘But I can’t open it ‘til I get there.’

‘How would I know?’ he asked. ‘I’ll just have to trust you.’

I looked back up. ‘I’ll wait,’ I said. ‘I promise.’

‘And I’m going to miss her birthday!’ Steff Taylor wailed loudly, shooting me a look, and I could see that her eyes, at least, weren’t wailing.

‘I’ll see you in twelve months, Viola,’ Bradley said. ‘And when I get there, make sure I’m the first one you tell what the night looks like by firelight.’

***

The scout ship feels like it’s going to fly apart at any second. The atmosphere is bashing us around and it’s all my mother can do to keep us upright.

She calls occasionally for my dad, but there’s still no answer.

‘Viola, where are we?!’ she shouts, wrestling with the controls.

‘We’re coming back around!’ I shout over the roar of it all. ‘We’re going too fast, though. I think we’re going to overshoot it.’

‘I’ll try to get us down as best I can. Can you see anything on the scanners? Anything beyond that bit of the river where we can land?’

I press through my screens but they’re jumping around as much as everything else on the ship. The engines are still firing us forward and so we’re pretty much falling towards the planet, too fast, with no way to slow ourselves down. We’re zooming over a huge ocean right now and I can tell my mother is worried that we’ll have to put down in the middle of it-

But the continent’s coming up on our screens now, looming dark as night and way too fast and suddenly we’re over it, the ground whipping by down below us.

‘Are we near it?!’ my mum yells.

‘Hold on!’ I check the mapping. ‘We’re south of it! About 15ks!’

She wrestles with the manual controls, trying to turn us a bit more north. ‘Dammit!’ The ship lists and I slam my elbow into the control panel, losing my maps for a second.

‘Mum?’ I say, worry and fright in my voice as I try to bring the maps up again.

‘I know, sweetheart,’ she says, grunting with the controls.

‘What about dad?’

She doesn’t say anything but I can see it all on her face. ‘We’ve got to find a place to put down, Viola! And then we’ll do everything we can to save him!’

I turn back to my maps. ‘Looks like a prairie of some kind first,’ I say, ‘but we’ll probably overshoot that.’ I dial through some more scans. ‘A swamp!’ I say. My mother’s got us heading north again, back towards that river we saw, which seems to peter out into swampland.

‘Will we be low enough?’ my mother yells.

I dial through a few more screens and projected landing arcs. ‘It’ll be close.’

The ship gives a huge jolt.

And then there’s an eerie quiet.

‘We’ve lost the engines,’ my mother says. ‘The vents never opened. The fire choked out.’ She turns to me. ‘We’re gliding in. Program me a flightpath and hold on tight.’

I dial quickly through a few more screens, locking in a landing arc into what I’m hoping will be a nice soft swamp.

My mother pulls the manual controls hard with her fists, lining up her screen with the path I’ve laid out. Out the portholes I can see the ground far too