Wrecker
(Sprache: Englisch)
Wrecker needs to deal with smugglers, grave robbers, and pooping iguanas—just as soon as he finishes Zoom school. Another wild adventure in Carl Hiaasen's Florida!
Valdez Jones VIII calls himself Wrecker because his...
Valdez Jones VIII calls himself Wrecker because his...
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Wrecker needs to deal with smugglers, grave robbers, and pooping iguanas—just as soon as he finishes Zoom school. Another wild adventure in Carl Hiaasen's Florida!Valdez Jones VIII calls himself Wrecker because his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather salvaged shipwrecks for a living.
So is it destiny, irony, or just bad luck when Wrecker comes across a speedboat that has run hard aground on a sand flat? The men in the boat don't want Wrecker to call for help—in fact, they'll pay him to forget he ever saw them.
Wrecker would be happy to forget, but he keeps seeing these men all over Key West—at the marina, in the cemetery, even right outside his own door. And now they want more than his silence—they want a lookout.
He'll have to dive deep into their shady dealings to figure out a way to escape this tangled net. . . .
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OneWrecker rides a heavy swell through the Northwest Channel. Halfway across he s already thinking about the return trip and hoping the wind doesn t kick up. Broccoli soup probably wasn t the smartest idea for lunch.
But fishing is good on the patch reef. Wrecker fills the cooler with yellowtails and mangrove snappers. Shrimp-pink clouds along the horizon promise another hour of daylight, plenty of time to get back to Key West.
As he pulls up the anchor, he hears another boat--a high-powered outboard, judging from the sound. His eyes track a silver rooster tail of spray, recklessly wide of the navigation markers.
Boneheads, he thinks.
With a roar, the outboard s props slam into a shoal. The monster engines grind to a stop, and agitated voices rise across the water. Wrecker could pretend he s out of earshot, but the code of the sea says you don t leave fellow mariners stranded. So he motors the half mile or so to the shallow flat where the speedboat is mired.
It s a sleek forty-footer, maybe forty-two, with grape-purple glitter wrap, twin lightning bolts painted along the pointy bow, and four mammoth Yamaha 300s mounted on the stern.
Pure Miami, thinks Wrecker. Twelve hundred horses, stuck in the mud.
He s never seen this boat before. The three men aboard are waving him closer. He eases his skiff to the edge of the flat and eyes the ugly trench gouged by the wayward craft, which rests tilted to one side in a cloud of roiled silt.
One of the guys--stocky, shirtless, thick gray hair, and a silver mustache--tries throwing a rope to Wrecker.
Can you tow us off the flat, kid? he calls out. We ll pay you good money.
The rope splashes a few yards shy of Wrecker s skiff. The man hauls it in and makes another throw that also lands short.
My boat s not big enough to move yours, Wrecker says extra loud, so that they hear him over the wind.
Aw, come on, dude.
First he was kid, now he s dude. Wrecker guesses bro
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will be next.
He gestures at his motor, an old Evinrude 40. That s all I got for power. You better call Sea Tug.
The man consults with his companions. Wrecker suspects they don t want to ask the Sea Tug company for help because the tow captain would be required by law to notify the Coast Guard what happened. Since the Florida Keys are a national marine sanctuary, the damage caused by the grounding could cost the speedboat s owner big bucks.
Wrecker is careful to keep his skiff clear of the shallows.
Is the tide coming in or out? Silver Mustache yells.
Rising, Wrecker calls back.
How long till it s deep enough for us to float off?
Wrecker says, Three hours, maybe four.
The man curses before huddling again with his friends. Wrecker can t see their faces or hear what they re saying. There s no name painted on the go-fast, which is weird. Most guys put colorful names on their speedboats, unless they re professional offshore racers.
And professional racers usually don t run aground.
I gotta go, Wrecker tells the men, before it gets dark.
Yo, hang on. Silver Mustache lobs something underhand into Wrecker s skiff.
It s a half-empty beer can with a wad of cash folded into the pop-tab opening.
Is this a trap? Wrecker thinks.
The towrope comes flying again. This time Wrecker catches it and ties it to a steel eye on his transom. Silver Mustache knots the other end to the bow of the no-name go-fast.
Wrecker shifts the Evinrude into gear and gu
He gestures at his motor, an old Evinrude 40. That s all I got for power. You better call Sea Tug.
The man consults with his companions. Wrecker suspects they don t want to ask the Sea Tug company for help because the tow captain would be required by law to notify the Coast Guard what happened. Since the Florida Keys are a national marine sanctuary, the damage caused by the grounding could cost the speedboat s owner big bucks.
Wrecker is careful to keep his skiff clear of the shallows.
Is the tide coming in or out? Silver Mustache yells.
Rising, Wrecker calls back.
How long till it s deep enough for us to float off?
Wrecker says, Three hours, maybe four.
The man curses before huddling again with his friends. Wrecker can t see their faces or hear what they re saying. There s no name painted on the go-fast, which is weird. Most guys put colorful names on their speedboats, unless they re professional offshore racers.
And professional racers usually don t run aground.
I gotta go, Wrecker tells the men, before it gets dark.
Yo, hang on. Silver Mustache lobs something underhand into Wrecker s skiff.
It s a half-empty beer can with a wad of cash folded into the pop-tab opening.
Is this a trap? Wrecker thinks.
The towrope comes flying again. This time Wrecker catches it and ties it to a steel eye on his transom. Silver Mustache knots the other end to the bow of the no-name go-fast.
Wrecker shifts the Evinrude into gear and gu
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Autoren-Porträt von Carl Hiaasen
Carl Hiaasen
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Carl Hiaasen
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 10 Jahre
- 2023, Internationale Ausgabe, 336 Seiten, Masse: 14,2 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Knopf Books for Young Readers
- ISBN-10: 0593705386
- ISBN-13: 9780593705384
- Erscheinungsdatum: 21.09.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Hiaasen packs his tale with rich character details, local history, and present-day concerns, all while carefully spinning a layered mystery that gets more serious with every turn. One heck of a ride." Booklist, starred review"A batten-down-the-hatches thriller anchored by critical real-life themes." Kirkus Reviews
"Action-packed and endlessly funny." Shelf Awareness
"A beautifully told mystery with plenty of action and heart." The Horn Book
"Hiaasen blends ecological conservation, family drama, and Key West history. Multilayered, with all the hallmarks of a thrilling heist." Publishers Weekly
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