The Last Goodbye
By Chris Blake
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Our band of intrepid ratbags has escaped the winjas with help from an unexpected catastrophe. To save humanity they have committed to leaving Earth and colonising the Moon. The Australasian Spaceport is on Cape York in Far North Queensland. However, Surfers Paradise is on the way, and Rowan the rat wants to check something out before they head off. It might be his last chance to catch up on his past if their plans succeed. But those interfering humans have done it again, and the Gold Coast is overrun by yet another man-made disaster. Now the rats have a secret weapon though, and circumstances conspire for them to use it in all-out war. It’s a fight to stave off extinction. Can they turn the tide, or this time have those thoughtless humans gone too far?
Chris Blake
Chris Blake lives in the South West, not far from Tintagel Castle, rumoured to be the home of King Arthur. Ever since he was a little boy Chris has always dreamed about travelling through time. He likes watching Doctor Who and looks forward to the day that time-travel is possible as he’d love to visit all the places in his books. In the meantime Chris will keep writing his own adventures. Chris has an old black cat called Merlin.
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The Last Goodbye - Chris Blake
Ratpackers III
The Last Goodbye
WARNING: Not to be read by adults. It might give them nasty ideas.
Published by Chris Blake at Smashwords
Text Copyright 2019 Chris Blake
All rights reserved.
Illustrated by Malcolm Liddell
Coloured in by Angelica Blake
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Table of Contents
PART FOUR: The Last Goodbye – The Gold Coast
Chapter 1. The Gold Coast
Chapter 2. Speak No Evil
Chapter 3. The Hacker
Chapter 4. Playing Pirates
Chapter 5. The Pantomime Patrol
Chapter 6. Hot Wheels, Cool Rides
Chapter 7. War Games
Chapter 8. The Warpath
Chapter 9. Backs to the Wall
Chapter 10. Mutant Mayhem
Chapter 11. Drained Away
Chapter 12. The Sacrifice
Chapter 13. The Way of the Butterfly
Chapter 14. The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 15. A Blaze of Glory
Chapter 16. The Last Goodbye
Chapter 17. Waterlogged
EPILOGUE
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PART FOUR.: The Last Goodbye
The drums have called me
to air your sorrows
Heal your pain
I am the guardian of Liberty
Equality my only claim
I uphold the oppressed and needy
Hear your sighs and bear your woes
My tears never fall for bravery
My soul allows no chains
Life in slavery
Is life in vain.
Epigram on a Folk Warrior, from ‘The Water Margin’, translated from the Mandarin by Hokido the samurat.
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Chapter 45. The Gold Coast
The sky groans,
moaned the Pomrat. Its bald hide ran with rivulets of sweat and perspiration. The humidity and the weight of the air lay over them like a great heavy wet soggy blanket. The others’ fur was matted with moisture.
I’m beginning to wish I was hairless like you,
Beth said to Pomrat,
It’s got its advantages at a time like this.
The Pomrat smirked smugly and began an exaggerated preening of its naked skin, and swaggered casually ahead of the band of travelers. They’d been wandering the thoroughfares and canal sides of the Gold Coast for ages, keeping to the gutters, drains and. shadows, out of eyesight of the humans. This wasn’t easy for the humans seemed to surge about in great babbling masses like the oncoming waves of a king tide; a vast sea of pink and yellow and brown bodies clad scantily in shorts, singlets and thongs overflowing from the beaches into the streets. The little group of travelers was looking for company, local rodents that they could chat to and hear all the latest gossip. It had begun as a casual ramble, for they expected to bump into fellow rats or mice at any moment. But after a long series of empty likely haunts and holes they began to get puzzled, so they started to search in earnest. They began to quarter and thoroughly cross-check one area at a time. Rowan began to feel desperate for news in the strange town. He'd been convinced that a few choice comments about his Uncle Horace would have instantly jogged memories and led him straight to the whereabouts of the eccentric old rat. The old sandgroper must surely be a notorious personality locally?
There seemed to be a strange sense of emptiness in the underworld of the place. Throngs of humans happily crowded everywhere in a cheerful relaxed atmosphere with none of their usual rush, aggression and stridence, but there was no visible sign of any other animal life.
Has the P.C.O. Man up here finally perfected his techniques, and cleared us out?
Rowan questioned his sister incredulously.
No chance,
stated Beth emphatically, humans will never be that bright; there must be some logical explanation for this absence, some natural flu or virus perhaps.
Night seemed to come early and swiftly and still they’d found no rodent to help them in their quest. They were getting foot-sore, weary and depressed, and the Pomrat dangerously bored, but as darkness fell a soft warbling song began to hum from the canals, lakes and ponds of the town. The melodious harmony seemed to grow and charm them, uplifting their disheartened spirits and soothing their worries away. They began to relax and unwind, apart from Erminia, who was still filled with a sense of unease and foreboding. She was somehow reminded of the old stories of sirens luring sailors and ship-rats onto treacherous reefs and rocks.
Don’t be silly,
Beth had remarked when she’d mentioned her fears, nothing that sounds as beautiful as this could be dangerous. Just you think on the sort of noises that predators make - cats, dogs, dingoes, foxes – their voices are as ugly as their souls. And have you ever heard a Tasmanian Devil; total mega mess - burst eardrums, pounding headache, and nightmares for decades.
Where did you ever hear a Tasmanian Devil?
asked Erminia in surprise.
On the TV of course,
replied Beth, on one of those dumb nature shows - it put me off the small screen for days, and I’ve never watched an animal documentary since, they’re too realistic.
It reminds me of the Land after the rains,
said the Pomrat wistfully, trying to think of the desert they’d left behind, all the frogs and toads who have waited years come out and sing for joy all night long.
I think it's lovely too,
agreed Quirkal, let's go down to the water and see what’s doing it, it seems to be coming from the canal.
Almost mesmerized in a floating dream they glided on light dancing feet down to the bank of the nearest canal, and there they stopped, and swayed to the lilt of the melody and gazed out across the water. The Pomrat closed its eyes in ecstasy, slipped, tripped and fell in. The great splash seemed to abruptly silence the song in the vicinity, and a series of startled croaks faded into stillness. The mood was broken, and they hauled the Pomrat out, which was difficult because it couldn’t swim, and struggled violently. They decided to hole up somewhere for a few hours rest and sleep before venturing off again. By then it would be the very depths of night, and surely they'd find some rat or something to interrogate in the small hours of stealth and darkness. They wandered away from the canal back towards the road, and Rowan found a suitable hideout, in the wide garage of a human dwelling. They sneaked in under the door, and settled down to sleep. Pomrat stretched out on the outside as usual, like a final line of defense, or a dormant minefield if any intruder or predator should happen to stumble upon them. Except for Erminia they all slept soundly, tired out by all the fruitless explorations of the day. Erminia dozed uneasily, slithering slimy sounds mingling with a persistent slap like wet feet on damp concrete sliding in and out of her dreams. She slipped into the grip of an insidious nightmare where a giant worm with a great gaping toothless mouth chased her through long slimy tunnels that climbed inevitably and inexorably uphill towards a tiny circle of moonlight in the far, far distance. Her feet were scrabbling in the slime and she was slipping backwards ever closer to the sucking maw when mercifully Rowan shook her out of her slumber. It was time to go out once more, for a nocturnal assault on the strange emptiness of the town. Most of the humans were thankfully abed, apart from a few lively