Silver

Dolphins

THE MAGIC CHARM

Summer Waters

For Antonia MacPhee – My Dolphin Girl

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Copyright

About the Publisher

Prologue

Out at sea thirty dolphins waited anxiously for their leader to arrive. Some of them whispered together in low whistles and clicks. Others stayed silent, scanning the horizon with bright eyes. One little dolphin couldn’t keep still. He rolled in the water, butting his sister with his silver head, calling for her to play with him.

“Mum,” squeaked Dream crossly. “Bubbles is annoying me.”

“Hush now,” their mother clicked back. “Your father’s coming.”

Bubbles stopped teasing his big sister.

“I see him,” he whistled, his tail smacking the water excitedly. “Can I go and meet him, Mum?”

“No, darling. You must wait here with everyone else.”

Bubbles bobbed in the water, clicking impatiently, until the large dolphin with a striking yellow blaze along his side drew nearer, then he too fell silent. Spirit, the large dolphin, halted a tail’s length in front of the pod and slowly bowed his magnificent head.

“Our search is over,” he announced. “At last we have found a new Silver Dolphin.”

An excited whistle rippled from the pod through the water.

“Our new Silver Dolphin is young,” Spirit continued. “She has much to learn, but she is a very special child and I know she will serve us well. Be kind to her. Help her to fulfil her tasks and in return she will help us.”

“When will we meet her?” squeaked Bubbles, the words bursting from his mouth before he could stop them.

Spirit smiled.

“Soon,” he whistled. “Very soon.”

Chapter One

What are Lauren and Becky doing?”

Antonia Lee and her best friend Sophie Hastings were walking across the school field of Sandy Bay Primary after a game of rounders when Antonia suddenly changed direction.

“Oh, that’s mean! They’re teasing a frog.” Antonia broke into a run shouting, “Leave it alone. That’s cruel.”

Lauren laughed and continued poking the frog with her rounders bat, cheering each time the frog jumped forward.

Angrily Antonia squatted down and scooped the frog into her hands.

“That’s Lauren’s frog,” said Becky, stepping towards her. “She’s teaching it to jump.”

“You’re cruel,” said Antonia hotly. “How would you like to be poked with a rounders bat?”

“Eeewww, that’s gross! She’s touching it.” Lauren backed away. “Come on, Becky. Game over.”

Antonia cradled the frog in her hands. Its lumpy brown body quivered with fright and its eyes bulged with uncertainty.

“I’m going to put him in the school pond,” she told Sophie. “Will you come with me?”

Sophie sighed. “You like all animals, don’t you, even the ugly ones?”

“Not all animals,” Antonia grinned cheekily. “People are animals too, but I don’t like Lauren and Becky.”

“Becky’s all right when you get to know her,” said Sophie unexpectedly. “She comes to one of Dad’s art classes.”

Sophie’s father was an artist who ran classes from his studio. When she wasn’t busy daydreaming Sophie helped him out, setting up easels and handing round paintbrushes.

“Please will you come to the pond with me?” Antonia changed the subject, not wanting to argue.

“Of course I’ll come.”

“We’ll have to be quick. We’ve got afternoon assembly next because a visitor’s coming in to tell us who won the poster competition.”

Carefully Antonia carried the frog to the pond and left it on the water’s edge in the shade of some reeds. When she and Sophie returned to class, 5B were changing out of their PE kits and back into school uniform. Miss Brown frowned.

“Where have you two been? Don’t tell me, you stopped to have a chat. Hurry up, girls, or you’ll make us all late.”

Antonia changed quickly, trying not to be the last to line up at the door. When everyone was ready Miss Brown led the class along to the hall. As Antonia filed in, she stared curiously at the woman sitting next to their head teacher. The visitor had a faraway look on her face as if she was thinking about something special.

“She looks like a sea witch,” whispered Sophie dramatically. “Oh, poo! There’s no room to sit together.”

The visitor had wild brown hair and seaweed-green clothes, but Antonia thought her face was too kind to belong to a witch. She stifled a giggle as Sophie, pulling faces, reluctantly started a new line. When the whole school was assembled the woman stood up, smiling broadly so that her green eyes disappeared into her wrinkled face.

“Good afternoon, children. My name is Claudia Neal and I’m responsible for arranging the poster competition you’ve all entered. The competition was held to launch Sea Watch. It’s a local charity involved in marine conservation and animal rescue, and I’m hoping that some of you might volunteer to help with it. There are many things to do at Sea Watch and lots of injured birds and animals to look after. I’d be thrilled if some of you could come along. But right now I’m going to tell you the winners of the competition.”

An excited buzz filled the hall. Antonia grinned across at Sophie, sitting a whole line away from her. She was sure Sophie had won. She was a fantastic artist and had painted an amazing picture of dolphins leaping in the bay. Antonia had drawn dolphins too, but her picture didn’t look anywhere near as good as Sophie’s. Especially after she’d covered it with facts about pollution and how harmful it was to sea life.

“The standard of entries was very high and there are two runners-up: Joe Piper in 3T and Eleanor Jacobs in 6D.”

Antonia clapped loudly as Joe and Eleanor made their way to the front of the hall to collect their prizes–illustrated books about the sea–but all the time her eyes were on Sophie. She had to be the winner. She just had to be.

“And the winner, chosen not just for her super picture of dolphins, but for all the interesting facts she included as well, is Antonia Lee in 5B.”

At first Antonia didn’t register that she’d won. She was too busy staring at Sophie, who looked like she’d been knocked over the head with a bucket full of fish. Antonia tried to catch her friend’s eye, but Sophie didn’t look in her direction.

“Go on. Get your prize.”

The boy sitting next to Antonia practically pushed her to her feet. Self-consciously Antonia stumbled through the rows of seated children to the front of the hall where Claudia was waiting.

“Well done, my dear,” she said, grasping Antonia’s hand. “You obviously care about dolphins and the sea.”

“I do,” said Antonia, her grey-green eyes shining eagerly. “I can see the sea from my bedroom window. There’s a pod of common dolphins that swim in the bay early in the evening. I love watching them.”

“I’ve seen them too.” Claudia gripped Antonia’s hand and stared into her eyes.

Antonia caught her breath. Claudia’s gaze was so intense that for a second it felt like she was tapping into her thoughts. Maybe she was a witch! Then Claudia smiled and letting go of Antonia’s hand she gave her a small box. Antonia opened it and gasped. Inside was a silver dolphin on a delicate chain.

“It’s beautiful.”

Claudia smiled and said so softly that Antonia struggled to hear her, “Always answer the dolphin’s call.”

“What…?”

Questions lined up at Antonia’s lips, but before she could ask anything Claudia returned to her seat. Mr Cordier, the head teacher, waved Antonia back to her place.

“Well done, everyone,” he said. “And if any of you are interested in marine conservation, remember that Sea Watch needs volunteers. See me after assembly if you’d like more details.”

Antonia sat down. Had Claudia really just said ‘answer the dolphin’s call’? What could that mean? Antonia stared at Claudia, but she was gazing out of the window as if she’d rather be somewhere else. Antonia decided to ask her mum if she could volunteer. Helping out at Sea Watch sounded like great fun.

Antonia looked at the necklace again. She ran her finger over the dolphin charm. To her surprise the metal was smooth and slippery, just how she imagined a real dolphin would feel. She couldn’t wait to wear it and show Sophie, but she had the strangest feeling that she shouldn’t put it on until she was alone. Assembly seemed to go on for ever, but at last it was over and everyone went back to their classrooms. It was home time and there was the usual scramble to stack chairs and collect bags and lunchboxes. Several girls crowded round Antonia wanting to see her prize. Antonia was showing them when she noticed Sophie was missing. She looked around and spotted her friend heading out of the classroom door.

“Sophie, wait.”

Antonia closed the box and ran after Sophie, catching her up in the corridor.

“Going without me?” she joked.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Hurry up then. You know I help Dad with his four o’clock art class.”

“Sorry, I forgot. Everyone wanted to see my prize. It’s a dolphin necklace. Look!” Excitedly Antonia thrust the box at Sophie.

“Nice,” said Sophie, barely glancing at it.

“Nice?” echoed Antonia. “Is that it?”

“I’ve told you. I’m in a hurry,” Sophie snapped.

“There’s plenty of time. Do you want to try my necklace on?”

Antonia held her breath, suddenly hoping Sophie would refuse. The two girls usually shared everything, but somehow Antonia was reluctant to share her necklace. It was too special.

“No, thanks,” said Sophie. “Shame you didn’t win something bigger, like a trophy. That looks a bit, you know, throwaway.”

“Hey!”

Antonia’s cheeks flushed. She didn’t care that her necklace was small; it was still special.

“Aren’t you pleased for me? You’ve got hundreds of trophies for art, but this is the first time I’ve won anything.”

“Well done,” said Sophie, walking faster. “I’m very pleased for you. But your picture wasn’t art. If it had been…Oh, never mind. Are you coming with me or waiting for your mum?”

Antonia stared at her friend. She thought Sophie would be as excited by her win as she was, but she sounded almost cross about it. Was it because she was surprised that Antonia had won instead of her?

“Well?” asked Sophie impatiently.

Antonia hesitated.

Mrs Lee worked in the office at Sandy Bay Primary School. Antonia usually walked home with her friend. But she was dying to tell her mum she’d won the competition, still, she didn’t want to fall out with Sophie.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be snappy. The necklace is lovely.” Sophie smiled. “I’ll try it on when I’m not in such a rush. Now are you coming with me or not?”

Relieved, Antonia smiled back. “Of course,” she said, tucking the necklace box in her bag. “What are you waiting for?”

A short while later the girls arrived at Sophie’s house.

“Do you want to come round tomorrow?” asked Sophie, stopping on the drive. “If it’s hot we could go down to the beach.”

“What time? I’ve got my surfing class in the morning.”

“After lunch. Dad’ll have finished his classes by then so he can take us. Say about half one?”

The girls always made sure an adult was with them when they went swimming–Antonia’s parents were quite strict about it.

“Half one’s fine,” agreed Antonia. “See you tomorrow.” She walked to the end of Sophie’s road in the direction of home, but then stopped. She couldn’t wait a second longer. Now she was on her own she had to try on her dolphin necklace. Antonia shrugged her school bag from her shoulders and, pulling out the box, opened it. Sunlight flashed on the dolphin charm and the dolphin’s silver eye seemed to wink at her. Antonia ran a finger along its streamlined body, wondering again at how life-like it felt. With trembling fingers she lifted the necklace from its bed of silk and pushing her long blonde hair out of the way she fastened it around her neck. The dolphin felt strange against her skin, soft and slippery. Suddenly Antonia had a strong urge to be near the sea. At first she ignored it. She was supposed to go straight home, but as she walked the feeling grew too strong to be ignored. Antonia checked her watch. It was half past three, nearly half an hour before Mum and her little sister Jessica were due home. What harm could a quick diversion to the beach do?

Quickly, before she could change her mind, Antonia turned away from her own road and walked down the alley that led to the coastal path.

Chapter Two

Breaking into a jog Antonia followed the coastal path until it forked. Then turning right she scrambled down the tiny lane that led to Gull Bay, a secluded cove away from the main beach. The cove was empty. Antonia dumped her bag by a rock, pulled off her shoes and socks and ran across the powder-white sand to the sea.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, squinting into the afternoon sun. “Dolphins.”

Four common dolphins, two large and two small, were swimming at the mouth of the cove. Excitedly Antonia waded into the water. She’d never seen them so close to the beach before. The largest dolphin had a distinctive yellow blaze that stretched from his face all the way to his dorsal fin. Awestruck, Antonia stared until a soft clicking noise caught her attention. It sounded like a dolphin, but it was too close to be coming from the dolphins in the sea. Something was tickling Antonia’s neck. Her hand moved to her dolphin charm, soft and slippery against her skin. It was vibrating.

“What’s happening?” whispered Antonia.

With a shaking hand she covered the dolphin necklace and the clicking noises softened. Thinking she was imagining things Antonia uncovered the charm then quickly covered it again. The clicking grew loud then quiet like a radio being turned up and down. It can’t be! Suddenly Antonia felt as if the dolphins were calling to her. They were telling her to swim out to them. But she wasn’t allowed in the water alone. Mum and Dad had drummed that into her as soon as she was able to walk. The urge to swim to the dolphins was overwhelming. Antonia hitched her yellow checked school dress around her waist and splashed further into the sea. This is wrong, said her brain. It’s dangerous. You’ll be grounded for ever if you get caught. The water reached her chest. Antonia took a deep breath, stretched out her arms and swam.

Dangerous, dangerous, thrummed her brain.

It didn’t feel dangerous. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. Antonia’s legs seemed to meld together as they kicked out, dolphin-style. She was hardly aware of her clothes. Her body felt streamlined as it sliced through the waves of the incoming tide. It was exhilarating. As Antonia neared the dolphins she saw they were watching her and she hoped they wouldn’t take fright and swim away. On impulse she called out, “Please stay.”

Her voice, a shrill whistle, startled her. She cleared her throat and tried again but all that came out was a series of dolphin-like clicks. Antonia’s brain whirled. What was happening to her? She cleared her throat.

“Hello,” she spluttered, swallowing a mouthful of sea. “My name’s Antonia.”

There. She was speaking properly now. Maybe, for a second, the sea water had made her voice go funny. Then a strange clicking voice called out, “Silver Dolphin.”

And with a whistle-like cry Antonia heard herself reply, “I’m coming.”

She swam all the way up to the four dolphins and stopped in front of the largest. He stared at her, his eyes sparkling like sun on raindrops.

“Silver Dolphin,” he clicked. “You answered the dolphin’s call.”

Antonia’s head was dizzy with excitement. For ages she’d dreamt of swimming with the dolphins and now here she was, not just in the water with them, but talking to them too. How could that be? Was she turning into a dolphin? She glanced down at her legs and saw with relief that they were both still there.

The dolphin opened his mouth as if he were laughing at her.

“Believe it,” he whistled kindly. “It’s true. You are our new Silver Dolphin.”

“Me? A Silver Dolphin? What does that mean?” she whistled back.

“It means that you will care for the sea and all the dolphins and creatures living here. It means that you will answer our call when we need help.”

“That’s what Claudia said I had to do when she gave me the necklace.” Antonia stared at the dolphin. “Do you know Claudia?”

“Yes,” the dolphin nodded. “And my name is Spirit. I’m the leader of a dolphin pod that lives out at sea. Pollution has been causing us terrible problems, but the Silver Dolphin makes things better for us. Sadly our Silver Dolphin can’t swim with us now so you have been chosen for the role. Whenever pollution is causing harm we will call on you. If you don’t want to help then you must say so now and we will search for a new Silver Dolphin.”

Questions raced around Antonia’s brain. Why had she been chosen to take the Silver Dolphin’s place? Who had chosen her? And how did Claudia fit into all of this? There was so much she didn’t understand. She wasn’t even sure if this was really happening. Perhaps she’d fallen asleep and was having the most amazing dream. The four dolphins watched her expectantly.

“Please say yes,” squeaked the littlest one.

Antonia stared at him. His eyes sparkled mischievously and he bobbed in the water as if he could hardly bear to keep still. He looked like Spirit, his silver body lined with a narrow stripe that ran from his eyes to his mouth and chin to flipper.

“Please?”

How could she refuse?

“Yes, I’d love to be your Silver Dolphin,” she answered.

The dolphins stared blankly at her and Antonia realised she was speaking in her human voice. She tried again, concentrating hard on behaving like a dolphin and was overjoyed when her voice clicked out her reply. “Yes, I’ll be your new Silver Dolphin.”

“Bubbly!” The littlest dolphin squealed with excitement and swam in circles around Antonia.

“Bubbles, calm down,” said Spirit sternly. “Bubbles is my youngest,” he added. “Then there’s Star, my wife, and Dream, my daughter.”

Dream was only a bit larger than Bubbles, but seemed much more grown-up.

“Hello,” she said indifferently.

Star was very pretty, with similar markings to Spirit only she was lighter in colour. She swam up to Antonia and gently rubbed her nose against Antonia’s. “Thank you,” she said. “It’s not easy being a Silver Dolphin, but we will help you as much as we can.”

“How will I know when I’m needed?” Antonia stuttered.

“You will hear our call,” said Spirit.

Antonia touched her silver dolphin necklace.

“That’s right,” said Spirit. “The necklace is our link with you. I will call you again over the next few days so you can practise answering. Star is right. It’s not easy being a Silver Dolphin. The work can be hard and dangerous.”

Antonia’s stomach fluttered. She desperately wanted to be a good Silver Dolphin, but would she be good enough?

“Can I teach her some swimming moves?” asked Bubbles. He leapt out of the water, his body making a perfect arch.

“Show off!” said Dream.

Spirit clicked a laugh.

“Not yet, Bubbles. Antonia needs time to take all this in. Let her go home now and we will call her again soon. Always wear your charm, Silver Dolphin. It is the only way we can call you.”

Antonia didn’t want to go back home. She wanted to swim with the dolphins, especially Bubbles, and learn all they could teach her. But she didn’t dare disobey Spirit so she whistled a goodbye and headed back to the beach.

As she stepped out of the sea the water poured off her. By the time she’d padded back to her bag and shoes only her hair was slightly damp. Antonia clasped her hand over her dolphin charm. It was silent now, but its body still felt soft and slippery. Just like Star when she’d rubbed Antonia on the nose. Antonia grinned, then catching sight of her watch the grin immediately vanished.

“Oh, no!” she gasped.

It was nearly four o’clock. Her mum would be home any minute and if Antonia wasn’t there she’d be in huge trouble. Shoving her feet in her shoes she snatched up her bag and raced up the beach.

Chapter Three

When Antonia arrived home she was surprised to find the house empty. For a guilty moment she wondered if Mum had gone out to look for her, but then the front door banged open and Mum and Jessica crowded into the tiny hall.

“Sorry, darling,” Mum said, slipping out of her shoes and giving Antonia a hug. “We were late leaving school. Someone fell over in the playground and needed a plaster.”

Antonia wriggled free.

“That’s OK. Can I have something to eat?”

She was starving. It must be all that swimming, she thought, touching her dolphin charm.

“Yes, sure. What’s that you’re wearing?” replied Mum.

“It’s a necklace. I won the Sea Watch competition.”

“Did you? That’s fantastic. Let’s have a proper look.”

Antonia swept back her long blonde hair so Mum could look at the necklace.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I know.”

Antonia longed to say more. She wanted to tell her mother how the necklace had called her into the sea to swim with real dolphins. She was dying to say that she was the new Silver Dolphin. But she kept her mouth tightly shut. Mum would probably think she was mad. Besides, she had a feeling that the necklace might not work if she told people about it.

“Clever girl,” said Mum proudly. “What did Sophie say? I bet she was pleased for you.”

“I think so,” said Antonia, remembering Sophie’s comments and feeling slightly uncomfortable.

“No doubt she was surprised. It was a poster competition for the Sea Watch charity, wasn’t it? It must be the first art competition she hasn’t won.”

“Yes, it was…I’m going to volunteer for Sea Watch as well,” Antonia added. Mum was right. Sophie must have acted strangely because she’d been surprised. “Can I go to the beach with Sophie tomorrow afternoon? She said her dad will take us.”

“Of course you can,” said Mum. “Dad and I are going into town tomorrow afternoon so it’ll save dragging you around with us. Now what would you like to eat?”

That evening Antonia found it hard to stop fidgeting. Her fingers kept straying to the dolphin necklace. What if the dolphins called her now? How would she get out of the house without Mum and Dad finding out? They’d never agree to her going down to the beach on her own. By bedtime Antonia was so jumpy she didn’t think she could possibly sleep. Looking out of her bedroom window before drawing the curtains on the summer night Antonia saw the dolphins swimming in the bay. Bubbles, easily identifiable as the littlest, kept leaping out of the water. Antonia grinned, sure he was putting on a show just for her. The sight of the dolphins, her dolphins, reassured her. She didn’t think Spirit would call her in the night, but if he did then she would find a way to answer his call. Antonia stopped worrying, climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep, to dream of dolphins.

Early the next morning Antonia’s dad took her to Sandy Bay beach for her surfing lesson. Jessica insisted on going too.

“When can I learn to surf?” she asked as she watched Antonia pull on her wetsuit.

“When you can swim as well as Antonia,” said Dad, ruffling Jessica’s hair.

“You’ll love learning to surf, it’s great,” said Antonia enthusiastically.

Jessica frowned.

“But that won’t be for ages. Antonia’s brilliant at swimming. She swims like a dolphin.”

Antonia jumped. What did Jessica mean?

“Naomi’s sister says you’re an ace swimmer,” said Jessica wistfully.

Antonia laughed with relief. Naomi was Jessica’s best friend and her sister was in Antonia’s class.

“You’ll soon be able to swim like me if you keep practising,” she said as she fastened her wetsuit and picked up her board.

“Enjoy your lesson. See you later,” said Dad.

“See you,” said Antonia.

Under her wetsuit Antonia could feel the dolphin necklace pressing against her skin. What would her teacher say if the dolphins called her during her surfing lesson and she had to take off? The thought made her stomach flip. She wished she would get a call soon. All this waiting and wondering was making her head spin.

The surf was good. Antonia soon lost herself in the thrill of riding the waves. After her lesson she let Jessica sit on her board while she towed her along in the shallows. Jessica’s eyes shone with excitement.

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