While rooting around, she remembered Irene's spool of string, which Dawn had given her after Tiger Lily's book club meeting. Gwen had held onto the invisible thread ever since she'd used it to first track down Piper. The enchanted string had not been useful since returning to Neverland, but maybe that was only a failing of Gwen's imagination.
She pocketed the string and headed above ground with her cardboard contraption. She would fly to the shore. There, she would have the closest, most unobstructed shot to the adult fleet, surrounded by children working on the sand castle.
She nursed her plan as she flew. She would have to present it perfectly, without a trace of doubt.
The children's efforts to build a defensive sand castle had yielded splendid results. Almost three stories high, it stretched across the small section of Cannibal's Cove that allowed for easy beach landing. The only other feasible landing sites rested on the opposite side of the island, and the Grammarian and her crew would make sure the adults never reached those.
The golden fortress rested behind a preliminary wall and deep trench. Turrets were built into castle and low windows gave the children perfect openings with which to play sniper. The castle had no staircases, not even into the dungeon, and the high windows offered the only way in or out. The sand might as well have been dried concrete for how stable the castle seemed. It had started much smaller and softer, but every night it grew, and every morning it had doubled in size.
Gwen flew into the castle from one of the larger windows in back. Walking through the long and sandy hall, she ignored everyone. She knew the best way to get a child's attention was to ignore them for something else. She carried her contraption with such pride and authority that by the time she reached the end of the hall, she had a trail of three children following her like a train of ants. She set the cardboard device on a window ledge and popped her earbuds in. She adjusted the spring. She moved the straw up and down. She pushed the thumbtacks.
“What are you doing?” one of the boys asked. Dillweed had come with him and fluttered around, trying to get a view of the box that would reveal its purpose.
She took the silent earbuds out of her ears. “Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What?”
“What are you doing?” he repeated.
“Oh—you wouldn't understand. It's kind of a big kid thing.”
She went to put the earbuds back in, but he objected, “I'm a big kid! You can tell me!”
“Nu-uh, Oat,” a taller boy contested. “I'm bigger and older than you. She should tell me.”
They were about to start bickering, but Gwen kept their attention on her. “This is really, really important. You shouldn't bother me.”
All three children closed in on her.
“Just tell us what it does!”
“Where did you get it?”
“I promise I won't break it!”
Gwen sighed and looked contemplative. The children held their breath. “Well, okay,” she decided. “I'll tell you what it does: it's a radio interceptor. It picks up the communication between the ships. I'm listening to their conversations so I can figure out their secret plans.”
The girl oo'ed with delighted. Dillweed buzzed in confusion.
“I want to see inside of it!” Oat exclaimed.
“No,” Gwen insisted. “It's very delicate. Opening it up would break all the pieces inside.” Or reveal it's just an empty box… she thought.
“Can I listen?” the taller boy asked.
“No fair, Jet! I saw it first.”
“Yeah, but I asked first.”
“There's two headphones, right?” the girl asked. “That means we could listen with you, Gwen.”
“Hmmm, I guess so,” Gwen admitted. “Who has the best hearing to help me hear them?”
A short squabble ensued before they decided the girl, Goose, would go first. Oat continued to pout, so Gwen gave him a secret mission. Whispering in his ear so the other two wouldn't hear, she told him to find some tin cans, and promised he could use the radio inceptor as soon as he got back.
Oat bolted out of the sandy corridor and flung himself through a window in order to hunt down the secret supplies. Jet breathed down her neck while Goose sat down and plugged in an earbud.
“I don't hear anything,” she complained. Next to her ear, Dillweed strained to hear, too.
Gwen listened to her earbud, as silent as ever. “Hmm. I must have lost the frequency. Let me see. Listen carefully, and tell me when you hear it.” She fidgeted with the push-pin controls again. After a moment of this, Goose gasped, “I can hear them!”
Taking over, Goose adjusted the controls further and went wide-eyed.
Gwen plugged her earbud back in, but heard nothing.
“What are they saying?” Jet demanded.
“They're talking about… con-tin-jin-cy plans?”
Contingency was not in Goose's vocabulary. Gwen still couldn't get anything from her ear bud, so she offered it to Jet.
“If they can't get through the sand castle defense, they say they have to route south,” Goose announced. Dillweed objected to this remark, and Goose agreed. “Silly grown-ups. There's no south in Neverland.”
Jet plugged his other ear to ignore Goose. “They're arguing about how reliable their information about the coastline is—and something called a C-A-O.”
The Chief Anomalous Officer, Gwen thought. The children now overheard information they couldn't have imagined, and they confirmed each others' statements. If they knew the adults planned to veer south and not north around the island, that would be valuable information for Starkey and his pirates.
“The bossy one says he thinks their informant is lying,” Goose announced.
The children thought Gwen smiled because they relayed valuable information, but the older girl was glowing with pride for her functioning invention. So caught up in this success, she forgot what
