Ours, apparently, was the last ship out of Juniper. We kept
waiting for a later vessel to bring news. None came. The crew of
our vessel did us no favor, either. They yammered all over town. We
were buried by nosy locals, people concerned about relatives in
Juniper, and the city government, concerned that a group of tough
refugees might cause trouble. Candy and the Lieutenant dealt with
all that. The struggle for survival devolved on the rest of us.
The three wizards, Otto, Kingpin and Pawnbroker, and I stole
through the shadowed Meadenvil waterfront district after midnight.
There were strong police patrols to dodge. We evaded them with help
from One-Eye, Goblin and Silent. Goblin was especially useful. He
possessed a spell capable of putting men to sleep.
“There she is,” Kingpin whispered, indicating
Raven’s ship. Earlier I’d tried to find out how her
docking fees were being paid. I’d had no luck.
She was a fine, big ship with a look of newness the darkness
could not conceal. Only the normal lights burned aboard her: bow,
stern masthead, port and starboard, and one at the head of the
gangway, where a single bored sailor stood watch.
“One-Eye?”
He shook his head. “Can’t tell.”
I polled the others. Neither Silent nor Goblin detected anything
remarkable, either.
“Okay, Goblin. Do your stuff. That’ll be the acid
test, won’t it?”
He nodded. If Darling was aboard, his spell would not affect the
watch.
Now that everyone had accepted my suspicions about Raven being
alive, I’d begun to question them. I could see no sense in
his not having slipped away by now, taking his very expensive ship
somewhere far away. Perhaps out to the islands.
Those islands intrigued me. I thought we might grab a ship and
head out there. Had to take someone who knew the way, though. The
islands were a long way out and there was no regular commerce. No
way to get there by guess work.
“Okay,” Goblin said. “He’s
out.”
The sailor on the quarterdeck had slumped onto a handy stool. He
had his arms folded on the rail and his forehead on his arms.
“No Darling,” I said.
“No Darling.”
“Anybody else around?”
“No.”
“Let’s go, then. Keep low, move fast, all
that.”
We crossed the pier and scampered up the gangway. The sailor
stirred. Goblin touched him and he went out like the dead. Goblin
hustled forward, then aft, to the men on the rat guards. He
returned nodding. “Another eight men below, all asleep.
I’ll put them under. You go ahead.”
We started with the biggest cabin, assuming it would be the
owner’s. It was. It sat in the stern, where the
master’s cabin usually is, and was split into sections. I
found things in one indicating that it had been occupied by
Darling. On Raven’s side we found soiled clothing discarded
some time ago. There was enough dust to indicate that no one had
visited the cabin for weeks.
We did not find the papers I sought.
We did find money. Quite a substantial amount. It was cunningly
hidden, but One-Eye’s sense for those things is
infallible.
Out came a chest brimming with silver.
“I don’t reckon Raven is going to need that if
he’s dead,” One-Eye said. “And if he
ain’t—well, tough. His old buddies are in need.”
The coins were odd. After studying them, I recognized what that
oddness was. They were the same as the coins Shed had received at
the black castle. “Sniff these things,” I told One-Eye.
“They’re black castle. See if there’s anything
wrong with them.”
“Nope. Good as gold.” He chuckled.
“Uhm.” I hadn’t any scruples about lifting the
money. Raven had obtained it by foul means. That put it up for
grabs. It had no provenance, as they say in Juniper. “Gather
round here. I got an idea.” I backed up to the stern lights,
where I could watch the dock through the glass window.
They crowded in on me and the chest. “What?” Goblin
demanded.
“Why settle for the money? Why not take the whole damned
ship? If Raven’s dead, or even faking he’s dead,
what’s he going to say about it? We could make it our
headquarters.”
Goblin liked the idea. So One-Eye didn’t. The more so
because ships had to do with water. “What about the
crew?” he asked. “What about the harbormaster and his
people? They’d get the law down on us.”
“Maybe. But I think we can handle it. We move in and lock
the crew up, there’s nobody to complain. Nobody complains,
why should the harbormaster be interested?”
“The whole crew ain’t aboard. Some’s out on
the town.”
“We grab them when they come back. Hell, man, what better
way to be ready to move out in a hurry? And what better place to
wait for Raven to turn up?”
One-Eye gave up objecting. He is essentially lazy. Too, there
was a gleam in his eye which said he was thinking ahead of me.
“Better talk to the Lieutenant,” he said. “He
knows ships.”
Goblin knew One-Eye well. “Don’t look at me if
you’re thinking about going pirate. I’ve had all the
adventure I want. I want to go home.”
They got into it, and got loud about it, and had to be shut
up.
“Let’s worry about getting through the next few
days,” I growled. “What we do later we can worry about
later. Look. We got clothes that belonged to Darling and Raven. Can
you guys find them now?”
They put their heads together. After some discussion Goblin
announced, “Silent thinks he can. Trouble is, he has to do it
like a dog. Lock on the trail and follow around everywhere Raven
went. Right up till he died. Or didn’t. If he didn’t,
right on to where he is now.”
“But that . . . Hell. You’re
spotting him a couple months lead.”
“People spend a lot of time not moving around, Croaker.
Silent would skip over that.”
“Still sounds slow.”
“Best you can get. Unless he comes to us. Which maybe he
can’t.”
“All right. All right. What about the ship?”
“Ask the Lieutenant. Let’s see if we can find your
damned papers.”
There were no papers. One-Eye was able to detect nothing hidden
anywhere. If I wanted to trace the papers, I’d have to start
with the crew. Someone had to help Raven take them off.
We left the ship. Goblin and Pawnbroker found a good spot from
which they could watch it. Silent and Otto took off on
Raven’s trail. The rest of us went back and wakened the
Lieutenant. He thought taking the ship was a good idea.
He’d never liked Raven much. I think he was motivated by
more than practical considerations.
Ours, apparently, was the last ship out of Juniper. We kept
waiting for a later vessel to bring news. None came. The crew of
our vessel did us no favor, either. They yammered all over town. We
were buried by nosy locals, people concerned about relatives in
Juniper, and the city government, concerned that a group of tough
refugees might cause trouble. Candy and the Lieutenant dealt with
all that. The struggle for survival devolved on the rest of us.
The three wizards, Otto, Kingpin and Pawnbroker, and I stole
through the shadowed Meadenvil waterfront district after midnight.
There were strong police patrols to dodge. We evaded them with help
from One-Eye, Goblin and Silent. Goblin was especially useful. He
possessed a spell capable of putting men to sleep.
“There she is,” Kingpin whispered, indicating
Raven’s ship. Earlier I’d tried to find out how her
docking fees were being paid. I’d had no luck.
She was a fine, big ship with a look of newness the darkness
could not conceal. Only the normal lights burned aboard her: bow,
stern masthead, port and starboard, and one at the head of the
gangway, where a single bored sailor stood watch.
“One-Eye?”
He shook his head. “Can’t tell.”
I polled the others. Neither Silent nor Goblin detected anything
remarkable, either.
“Okay, Goblin. Do your stuff. That’ll be the acid
test, won’t it?”
He nodded. If Darling was aboard, his spell would not affect the
watch.
Now that everyone had accepted my suspicions about Raven being
alive, I’d begun to question them. I could see no sense in
his not having slipped away by now, taking his very expensive ship
somewhere far away. Perhaps out to the islands.
Those islands intrigued me. I thought we might grab a ship and
head out there. Had to take someone who knew the way, though. The
islands were a long way out and there was no regular commerce. No
way to get there by guess work.
“Okay,” Goblin said. “He’s
out.”
The sailor on the quarterdeck had slumped onto a handy stool. He
had his arms folded on the rail and his forehead on his arms.
“No Darling,” I said.
“No Darling.”
“Anybody else around?”
“No.”
“Let’s go, then. Keep low, move fast, all
that.”
We crossed the pier and scampered up the gangway. The sailor
stirred. Goblin touched him and he went out like the dead. Goblin
hustled forward, then aft, to the men on the rat guards. He
returned nodding. “Another eight men below, all asleep.
I’ll put them under. You go ahead.”
We started with the biggest cabin, assuming it would be the
owner’s. It was. It sat in the stern, where the
master’s cabin usually is, and was split into sections. I
found things in one indicating that it had been occupied by
Darling. On Raven’s side we found soiled clothing discarded
some time ago. There was enough dust to indicate that no one had
visited the cabin for weeks.
We did not find the papers I sought.
We did find money. Quite a substantial amount. It was cunningly
hidden, but One-Eye’s sense for those things is
infallible.
Out came a chest brimming with silver.
“I don’t reckon Raven is going to need that if
he’s dead,” One-Eye said. “And if he
ain’t—well, tough. His old buddies are in need.”
The coins were odd. After studying them, I recognized what that
oddness was. They were the same as the coins Shed had received at
the black castle. “Sniff these things,” I told One-Eye.
“They’re black castle. See if there’s anything
wrong with them.”
“Nope. Good as gold.” He chuckled.
“Uhm.” I hadn’t any scruples about lifting the
money. Raven had obtained it by foul means. That put it up for
grabs. It had no provenance, as they say in Juniper. “Gather
round here. I got an idea.” I backed up to the stern lights,
where I could watch the dock through the glass window.
They crowded in on me and the chest. “What?” Goblin
demanded.
“Why settle for the money? Why not take the whole damned
ship? If Raven’s dead, or even faking he’s dead,
what’s he going to say about it? We could make it our
headquarters.”
Goblin liked the idea. So One-Eye didn’t. The more so
because ships had to do with water. “What about the
crew?” he asked. “What about the harbormaster and his
people? They’d get the law down on us.”
“Maybe. But I think we can handle it. We move in and lock
the crew up, there’s nobody to complain. Nobody complains,
why should the harbormaster be interested?”
“The whole crew ain’t aboard. Some’s out on
the town.”
“We grab them when they come back. Hell, man, what better
way to be ready to move out in a hurry? And what better place to
wait for Raven to turn up?”
One-Eye gave up objecting. He is essentially lazy. Too, there
was a gleam in his eye which said he was thinking ahead of me.
“Better talk to the Lieutenant,” he said. “He
knows ships.”
Goblin knew One-Eye well. “Don’t look at me if
you’re thinking about going pirate. I’ve had all the
adventure I want. I want to go home.”
They got into it, and got loud about it, and had to be shut
up.
“Let’s worry about getting through the next few
days,” I growled. “What we do later we can worry about
later. Look. We got clothes that belonged to Darling and Raven. Can
you guys find them now?”
They put their heads together. After some discussion Goblin
announced, “Silent thinks he can. Trouble is, he has to do it
like a dog. Lock on the trail and follow around everywhere Raven
went. Right up till he died. Or didn’t. If he didn’t,
right on to where he is now.”
“But that . . . Hell. You’re
spotting him a couple months lead.”
“People spend a lot of time not moving around, Croaker.
Silent would skip over that.”
“Still sounds slow.”
“Best you can get. Unless he comes to us. Which maybe he
can’t.”
“All right. All right. What about the ship?”
“Ask the Lieutenant. Let’s see if we can find your
damned papers.”
There were no papers. One-Eye was able to detect nothing hidden
anywhere. If I wanted to trace the papers, I’d have to start
with the crew. Someone had to help Raven take them off.
We left the ship. Goblin and Pawnbroker found a good spot from
which they could watch it. Silent and Otto took off on
Raven’s trail. The rest of us went back and wakened the
Lieutenant. He thought taking the ship was a good idea.
He’d never liked Raven much. I think he was motivated by
more than practical considerations.