"Eric Van Lustbader - Sunset Warrior 3 - Dai-San" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lustbader Eric van)

"Hey, you see that sight, Captain?" He pointed
for'ard to the first pink crescent of the sun
climbing over the flat horizon. The color floated to
them, tiny scimitars on the sea's surface. "Long as
I see that come cormorant, I know that all's right."

He made a sound not unlike an animal's bark
but which Ronin had come to know as the
navigator's laugh.

"Let me tell you a thing about Moichi Annai-Nin
because I like you." He paused for a moment,
scratching his long nose. "I knew you were no
captain when first you set foot on board this ship.
You love the sea, yes, very much, but your time
upon it is short, am I right?" His dark head
bobbed. "Yes, well there is no shame in it, you see.
You are a man; I could see that too as soon as I
saw you, and now, sixty-six days later, I know I was
right."

The sun spilled its strange flat light over the
expanse of the ocean, lending it a dazzling and
illusory solidity. The topsails began to burn bright.
He squinted into the pink rising sun.

"Now most navigators want one thing more than
all else: silver. It makes no difference to them
where they sail, nor who their masters are, but
only if the cargo is valuable. For the dearer that is,
the fatter their percentage when they make port."
He slapped his broad chest. "I am different. Oh, I
will not lie to you and say that I do not enjoy my
silver for most certainly I do." The bright grin
came again, ivory cast in dusky granite. "But I live
to fill the ratter with facts and without new lands
to sail to, it does not grow. I tell you truthfully,
Captain, that when the Bonneduce showed me the
chart, I cared not one whit for the Kiaku's cargo.
'Let the captain, whoever he may be, care for the
cargo,' I said to myself. To sail a fast schooner to
an unknown isle; to turn myth into reality; the
chance of a lifetime!"

Moichi's wide-sleeved blouse rippled in the
strengthening breeze, rolling wavelike across his
broad chest. He put a hand on the silver pommel
of his thick broadsword, which hung within a wom
tattooed leather scabbard from his right hip. A