Hendrik van Oordt
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Dutch sculptor and occasional writer. Two non-fiction books (Le
lexique bilingue d'analyse financière, Accent
International, France and Bloemen, Taal & Symboliek;
Elmar, Netherlands), some loose stories, a romance under the
pseudonym Alicia Holland (The Woman's Story, Wings
ePress, United States), a storybook for young children under
the pseudonym Mols Hoop (Van Beesten en Monsters; Free
Musketeers, Netherlands)
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Shipped off to an aunt and uncle
on remote Rew island while their parents are moving house,
Frank, Dana and Martin are bored to death in a place without
internet or even proper cell phone reception. All the locals
talk about is the lobster catch. But just when our city-bred
heroes decide to start boycotting their aunt's fish soup,
they hear a story about a mad woman and her son living in
Whale House, a gothic monstrosity perched on an isolated
peninsula up north. Cut off from the remainder of the island
by a sudden storm, the three teens are forced to seek refuge
in Whale House, where they discover a terrible secret. After
considerable adventures, they come face to face with their
captors, who cannot afford to let them escape… |
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Mystery of Whale House |
Whale House
stands at the end of the world. Everybody on Rew Island has
heard the story of the boy who tried to cross to the House for a
dare and was swept away by the waves and drowned. For most of
the year it is blanketed in fog and rain, making it impossible
to reach. Even when the weather is fair, the ocean washes over
the slippery causeway at high tide. And fair weather never lasts
long over there. Aye, it is a dangerous place to visit.
Thus began the story Mr. Buirr told Frank, Dana and
Martin one morning in the little harbor of Rew.
How the children hated Rew! They were on the island
under serious protest. They disliked everything about it,
particularly the total absence of internet connections. In fact,
they considered their holiday a punishment and a ploy to get
them away from their computers and their mp3 downloads.
Of course, the trip was not meant to be a punishment.
It was merely a practical solution to give their parents the
breather needed to decorate the family’s new home. But try
telling that to a boy who has to trade his videogames for
old-fashioned board games or a girl who can no longer spend her
evenings chatting online with her girlfriends!
Only Martin, who was the youngest, had liked the idea
of going to stay with an aunt and an uncle they had never met.
He enjoyed adventure stories and he was sure Rew Island must
have loads of hidden treasure. He had therefore been deeply
disappointed when Uncle Robert told him laughingly that no
pirates had ever visited the coast.
“The only treasure we have is the oysters in the bay,”
Uncle Robert said. Martin secretly disagreed. Oysters were no
treasure. They looked disgusting when you opened them and they
tasted worse.
Even worse, Uncle Robert and Aunt Nelly expected you to
eat everything on your plate and somehow, when Aunt Nelly looked
at you, you didn’t dare to object that you’d rather have a
hamburger than some slimy animal from the sea.
Yes, Frank, Dana and Martin couldn’t wait to go home
after their first few days on Rew Island.
And they had just resolved to write their parents
(their aunt had no telephone and mobile phones just didn’t seem
to capture a signal on the island) when they met Mr. Buirr. They
immediately forgot all about their plans to go home. It was the
start of an adventure, though they didn’t know it yet.
Aunt Nelly had become so tired of their hanging around
the house that she had said, quite crossly, “It’s a beautiful
day and I’ve got work to do. Why don’t you go and see Mr. Buirr?
He’s that old man with the pipe down by the harbor and he’s got
all the time in the world to tell you stories and keep you
occupied.”
“What kind of stories?” Martin asked eagerly.
“Oh, I don’t know. He loves telling stories. Ask him
about Whale House; that will keep him talking. After all, the
whole island’s been on about it forever. Now, off you go!”
She had only said it to get them out of the house, but
she had been right. When they saw Mr. Buirr they were delighted.
He was the best thing they had come across so far on the island.
Even Dana, who was really only into animals, had to admit he was
interesting.
He looked as if he had sailed every one of the Seven
Seas. You just knew that he must have lots of interesting
stories to tell. In fact, he could have stepped straight out of
a television series with his weathered face and deep blue eyes.
The only thing missing was a parrot on his shoulder.
And so they said politely “Good morning” to the bearded
old sailor and stood waiting patiently while he finished mending
his net, secretly hoping that he’d talk to them and tell them a
thrilling story about Shanghai (which Martin wanted to hear),
wonderful animals (Dana’s wish) or life on board a ship (Frank’s
preference).
Finally he put down his tools with a sigh, took out a
pipe and said, “You’re the kids staying with the Coulders, ain’t
that so?”
The children nodded eagerly.
The old man lit his pipe and, between puffs, said, “I
guess Mrs. Coulder told you I’ve been round and about, right?”
He chuckled when they nodded. “Well, I’ve seen a scary thing or
two in my time and I didn’t have far to go. Them winter storms
can put fear into the strongest fisherman. Aye.” He puffed
quietly for a few moments.
Before he could open his mouth to continue Martin
interrupted, “Please, sir. What is Whale House?”
The old man frowned unexpectedly in annoyance. “Who’s
been telling you about Whale House? Your aunt, is it? Don’t she
know better? Them women chatter far too much. They’re garrulous
creatures and talk about things best left alone. Don’t you go to
the House, I’m telling ye! It’s a dangerous place.
“And the folks there don’t like visitors. They never
did. Aye, the House is at the end of the world. I went there
when a lad. I weren’t older than you,” (here he pointed his pipe
at Dana, who was thirteen) “and I were that scared. The waves
was crashing all over and when you saw one coming you had to run
like the Divvil to miss it. I was nary swept away twice. These
days the weather ain’t what it used to be.
“You kids could cross now and no harm come to you but I
wouldn’t recommend it! The House is a strange place. And it sure
is the end of the world. Now you listen to me because I’m going
to tell you a secret. But you’ve got to keep it secret, mind!”
The children nodded enthusiastically, thrilled by Mr.
Buirr’s hushed voice. They were ready to promise anything to
hear his secret. The old man looked at them suspiciously, as if
not certain how far he could trust them.
“Tell us, please!” said Dana, who felt she would die if
Mr. Buirr didn’t reveal his secret.
“All right then. Ye won’t believe what I’m about to
tell you and yet it’s the solemn truth, so help me!”
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