Flight of the Phoenix by R. L. Lafevers

The Flight of the Phoenix (Nathaniel Fludd, Beastologist Book 1)
    R. L. Lafevers
    TO ERIC,
    FOR ALL THOSE HAPPY HOURS
    WE SPENT SITTING ON THE FLOOR,
    PLAYING THE ANIMAL GAME
    --R.L.L.
    TO JOHN,
    A BROTHER EXPLORER
    --K.M.
    Chapter One
    It was one of the most important moments in Nathaniel Fludd's young life, and he was stuck sitting in the corner. Miss Lumpton had promised him an overnight trip to the city to visit the zoo. Instead, he found himself in a stuffy office with their suitcases at his feet and his sketchbook in his lap. He'd been given clear instructions not to listen in on Miss Lumpton's conversation with the lawyer. The problem was, they sat only three feet away and the lawyer spoke rather loudly. Nate tried to concentrate on his drawing.
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    "Thank you for coming on such short notice," the lawyer said.
    Nate drummed his heels on one of the suitcases to try to drown out the sound of their voices. Miss Lumpton shushed him.
    He stopped kicking.
    "You said you had news?" Miss Lumpton asked.
    The lawyer lowered his voice, and Nate felt as if his ears grew a bit, straining to hear. "We've had word of his parents." Nate's head jerked up.
    Miss Lumpton caught him looking. "Keep drawing," she ordered, then turned back to the lawyer. Nate kept his eyes glued to the sketchbook in front of him. But even though his pencil was moving dutifully on the paper, every molecule of his body was focused on the lawyer's words.
    "On May twenty-third of this year, the airship Italia crashed on the ice near the North Pole."
    Nate's pencil froze. His body felt hot, then cold. He hadn't even known his parents were on an airship.
    The lawyer continued. "After months of searching, only eight of the sixteen crew have been found. The boy's parents were not among them."
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    Miss Lumpton put a hand to her throat. "So what does that mean, exactly?" Her voice wobbled.
    "It means that, as of this day, September fifth, 1928, Horatio and Adele Fludd have been declared lost at sea."
    "I thought you said they crashed on the ice?" Nate blurted out. Luckily, Miss Lumpton was too busy fishing for her handkerchief to notice he spoke out of turn.
    "Yes, well, technically, the ice was frozen seawater," the lawyer said. "But either way, I'm afraid your parents aren't coming back." Miss Lumpton began to cry quietly.
    Nate hadn't seen his parents in more than three years. Of course, he'd missed them horribly when they first left. He'd been comforted only when they promised to send for him on his eighth birthday.
    "You need a little more time to grow up," his father had said. "When you're old enough to travel well and your sense of adventure has developed, we'll send for you then."
    Time had passed. On his eighth birthday, Nate had been excited, but nervous, too. He wasn't sure his love of adventure had shown up yet. But his parents' letter asking him to join them never showed up, either. "Just as well," Miss Lumpton had sniffed. "Their job is much too important to
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    have a youngster tagging along, getting in the way."
    On his ninth birthday Nate had been hopeful. Miss Lumpton told him not to be silly. His parents' work was much too dangerous for a young boy. Especially a young boy like himself, one who liked quiet walks, reading, and drawing. Clearly he wasn't suited to a life of adventure. Nate was a little disappointed--he thought he had felt the smallest beginning of an adventurous spark.
    By his tenth birthday, Nate had buried the memory of his parents and never took it out anymore. Much like a toy he'd outgrown, he told himself. But the truth was, thinking of them hurt too much.
    And now he would never see them again.
    Miss Lumpton dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief. "So the poor boy is all alone in the world?"
    Nate wished she'd stop crying. It wasn't her parents who'd been lost at sea.
    "No, no, my dear Miss Lumpton," the lawyer said. "That is not the case at all. The boy is to live with a Phil A. Fludd."
    Miss Lumpton stopped crying. "Phil A.