Stolen
By John Wilson
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On a visit to a seaside town in Australia, fifteen-year-old Sam meets Annabel, who works at the local museum.
Annabel's interest in history is infectious, and Sam soon finds himself eager to hunt for the remains of a famous shipwreck that is thought to be hidden nearby. When a storm exposes a structure, Sam and Annabel are convinced it's the fabled ship. Soon all of the museum staff are at the site to check it out. But the same storm also destroys the museum's power and, when the alarms aren't working, someone steals the museum's most treasured artifact, worth millions. Sam and Annabel are convinced they can help and search for the thief. They soon begin to suspect that there may be a link between the fabled shipwreck and the recent theft.
John Wilson
Qualified in agricultural science, medicine, surgery and psychiatry, Dr John Wilson practised for thirty-seven years, specialising as a consultant psychiatrist. In Sydney, London, California and Melbourne, he used body-oriented therapies including breath-awareness, and re-birthing. He promoted the ‘Recovery Model of Mental Health’ and healing in general. At Sydney University, he taught in the Department of Preventive and Social Medicine, within the School of Public Health. He has worked as Technical Manager of a venture-capital project, producing health foods in conjunction with the Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation (CSIRO). Dissenting from colonial values, he saw our ecological crisis as more urgent than attending urban distress. Almost thirty years ago, instead of returning to the academy, he went bush, learning personal downsizing and voluntary simplicity from Aboriginal people. Following his deepening love of the wild through diverse ecologies, he turned eco-activist, opposing cyanide gold mining in New South Wales and nuclear testing in the Pacific. Spending decades in the Australian outback, reading and writing for popular appreciation, he now fingers Plato, drawing on history, the classics, art, literature, philosophy and science for this book about the psychology of ecology – eco-psychology – about the very soul of our ecocidal folly.
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Stolen - John Wilson
Chapter One
Warrnambool! What kind of name is that for a place? And what am I doing here?
Well, I know the answer to the second question. I’m here because of Dad—Mom and Dad, really. If Mom hadn’t decided to change her name to Acacia and go searching for the space to find herself,
my parents wouldn’t have split up. Dad wouldn’t have accepted a job in Australia, and I’d be back struggling through eleventh grade at Dover Bay Secondary.
Not that that would be a bunch of fun. It’d be a gray, rainy January on Vancouver Island, and I’d be fighting to pull myself up to a B in math while trying to handle all the usual garbage that being sixteen in a big high school throws at you. But I’d be with my friends. I’m not a real outgoing person. It takes me a long time to build up a few good friends. Now they’re at the other end of the earth, and I’m walking along a beach at Warrnambool, worrying about starting at a fancy private school in Adelaide in a couple of weeks—we have to wear uniforms! And I’ll have to begin the find-friends routine all over again. At least it’s not cold and rainy here—the weatherman’s calling for thirty-eight degrees this afternoon. But hot weather doesn’t do anything for loneliness.
I kick an old piece of black driftwood ahead of me. I’m walking along the edge of a line of grass-covered sand dunes. To my left, the featureless beach stretches down to where the ocean waves roll in, foaming and crashing as if angry that they can’t climb higher toward me. Beyond that, there’s nothing until you reach Antarctica. At least there’s somewhere more boring than Warrnambool.
I catch up with the piece of driftwood and give it another kick. That’s when I hear the counting—3.141592653589793…
Well, it’s not really counting, because the numbers aren’t in any sequence I can spot.
I look around. The voice must be coming from behind the dunes. As far as I can see in either direction along the beach, there’s only one old guy and his dog. Neither of them is counting.
I stumble through the soft sand up the dune face. Normally, I wouldn’t go looking for someone talking to themselves, but the numbers are so weird. They’re still going on and making no more sense—…238462643383279…
At the top of the dune, I see the girl. She’s not tough to spot. Bright red hair like hers would stand out a mile away. She’s sitting cross-legged in the hollow between my dune and the next one. She is wearing green cargo pants and a loose, long-sleeved khaki shirt. There’s a tattered blue backpack beside her. Her eyes are closed and she is still listing numbers—…5028841971…
Have I stumbled upon some kind of math wizard? Maybe she's mumbling some kind of magical spell. I’m about to return to the beach when the girl stops counting, opens her eyes and stares up at me.
Hello,
she says, without a hint of embarrassment.
Hello,
I reply. Then my throat and brain dry up. Like I said, I’m not an outgoing person. Fortunately, the girl is.
I was just sitting here reciting Pi,
she says, standing, brushing sand off her pants and picking up her backpack.
Pie?
I ask.
Sure,
she says, coming up the dune toward me. You know—Pi, the basis of everything.
Oh, you mean Pi, the mathematical number.
The girl smiles, and I feel my cheeks flush. My name’s Annabel.
She arrives at my side and holds out a hand.
I shake it. I’m Sam.
Up close, she is striking. Her hair falls straight halfway down her back and almost glows in the low sun. Her eyes are an odd gray color and stare at me confidently. Her mouth curls up on one side, making it look as if she is permanently amused by something. She’s a good four inches taller than me, and I’m only a couple of inches under six feet.
Like a mouse mesmerized by a snake, I stare up at her until she looks down, and I realize I’m still holding her hand. I drop it hurriedly and mumble, Why were you saying Pi out loud?
Because it’s cool. Do you want to hear me recite some of it?
Okay,
I say, not entirely sure that I do.
Annabel closes her eyes and rattles off numbers, much faster than before. 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286…
That’s impressive,
I say, interrupting the flow that sounds as if it could go on all day.
Annabel opens her eyes. I can keep going,
she offers.
That’s okay. How many digits have you learned?
I’m up to three thousand two hundred and thirty.
Wow,
I say, partly in awe and partly in realization that my guess about her being a math wizard was correct. "That’s a lot