Part 24 (1/2)
”Back water an' s.h.i.+p oars, you idle bunch o' land-sp.a.w.n! Sit still there, not a word or a move, or I'll 'ave the hide off yore backs 'til yer bones shows through!”
Luke heard the anchor splash as he drew his oar inboard. Placing a cheek flat on the oarshaft, he tried looking through the rowing port, but it was a very limited view. Shallow clear water, a white sand beach and just a glimpse of heavily wooded rocks. Norgle the otter, who had his head bent in similar fas.h.i.+on, murmured to Luke, ”I always hate makin' landfall. Makes me sick t'me stummick, thinkin' of green growin' things, firm ground under me paws, an' livin' free like I once was.”
The otter flinched numbly as the lash descended across his back. Fleabitt the rat stood wielding his own personal whip, sneering at the chained Norgle.
”Then don't think, oarsc.u.m. Mister Bullflay told yer not to move or speak, now I'm tellin' yer not to think, see!” He turned as chains rattled nearby. Ranguvar was sitting up straight, her mad eyes boring into the rat.
”Try that on me, ratface. I'm thinkin'aye, thinkin' thinkin' I'd like to get just one paw 'round your louse-ridden throat. Go on, swing that lash, see if y'can stop me thinkin'!” I'd like to get just one paw 'round your louse-ridden throat. Go on, swing that lash, see if y'can stop me thinkin'!”
Fleabitt wilted under the black squirrel's gaze and fled the bottom deck, following Bullflay without a word.
Vilu Daskar came out of his cabin, the silken scarf still bound around his neck, which was permanently marked from Luke's attack upon him. He cleared his throat painfully and beckoned to the two ferrets, Akkla and Ringpatch. They hurried to his side for orders.
”Break out the neckchains. We need watercask carriers and food gatherers. Choose a party, but only from the top deck. Take enough crew with you, so that you have two to each one slave. We'll lay over here two nights for provisioning. If any slave escapes, you'll answer to me with your lives.”
Vilu stood waiting while two searats set up a chair and table on the stern deck. When a canopy had been rigged over the chair and food put on the table, he sat down. ”Willag, Grigg, Bullflay, bring the mouse Luke to me.”
Luke was freed from his oar shackles and fitted with a neckchain attached to paw manacles. Bullflay raised his whip. ”Up on deck, mouse, move yerself!”
Luke smiled contemptuously at the slavemaster. ”Bring that whip down on me an' I'll strangle ye with it!”
Bullflay's paw faltered, and he let the whip fall to his side. Sometimes he was not sure who he feared the most, the black squirrel or the Warrior mouse. Luke strode past him, head held high, giving a broad wink to Dulam and Denno as he pa.s.sed them on his way to the stairs.
Vilu Daskar popped a wild grape into his mouth, chewing it slowly as he looked Luke up and down. ”Willag, bring a chair for our guest.”
The Warrior dismissed the offer with two words. ”I'll stand.”
Indicating the roast seabird, fruit and wine, Vilu said, ”Suit yourself, Luke. Here, you must be hungry. Have some food and drink. It's goodI'm only served the best.”
Though Luke's mouth was watering at the sight of the victuals on the table, he shook his head. ”I don't eat food from the table of a murderer.”
Vilu shrugged. ”Have it your own way. I brought you up here because I want to hear more about this treasure you have hidden. Where did you come by it?”
The reply Vilu received was flat and harsh. ”I've told you all, I'll take you to it, there's nothing more to say.”
Vilu's bone-handled scimitar was out, its tip under Luke's chin.
”There are many ways to die: quickly, with a single stroke, or slowly, painfully, bit by bit. Now talk!”
Luke's chained paws rose, and he pushed the blade aside. ”If I die swift or slow, you will never find the hiding place. Remember, murderer, I am the only beast alive who knows where it is. Kill me or my friends and you will never possess a single piece of my tribe's treasure.”
Vilu stuck the bladepoint down into the deck timbers, and the scimitar stood quivering. He nodded and smiled. ”You're a strange and reckless creature, Luke, different from the rest. A brave beast like you would go far in my crew, maybe even standing at my side, second in command.”
Luke smiled back at him. ”Aye, Daskar, then you could make me a real warrior, teach me how to plunder defenseless ones, murder innocent creatures and run away to hide aboard this red s.h.i.+p. You and your Sea Rogues would never stand up to real warriors in combat. Cowards, a.s.sa.s.sins and the sc.u.m of oceans, that's all the captain of the Goreleech Goreleech and his crew are!” and his crew are!”
A burly weasel named Clubface was working nearby and heard Luke's words. Thinking to gain the admiration of Daskar, he drew his dagger and leaped upon the manacled slave, roaring, ”n.o.beast talks to our cap'n like that an' lives. I'll gut ye!” The weasel was big and strong, but he did not possess Luke's speed. The Warrior mouse's pawchains rapped him hard between his eyes, and Luke grabbed the paw holding the dagger, twisting it inward. Clubface felt himself tripped, and fell backward. Luke slammed his weight down on top of the weasel, falling with him and driving the dagger deep into his attacker's heart. Like a flash, Luke was upright, the dripping blade in his paw, facing the pirate stoat. Daskar laughed aloud, thumping the tabletop with his scimitar handle, applauding.
”Neatly done, Luke, you are a real warrior. Come on now, you've got the dagger, try to kill me!”
Sea Rogues had come running to surround Luke. He relaxed and stood with the blade hanging loosely from one paw. Vilu Daskar stood and bowed slightly. Motioning his crew to stand off, he pointed the scimitar at Luke. ”My compliments. You are not only brave, but wise also.”
Luke nodded toward the vermin all around him. ”The numbers are a bit one-sided, Daskar. I'll slay you one day, but I'll pick the time and place!”
Smiling and shaking his head, the pirate stoat replied, ”Well said. I like an enemy who uses his brains. Take him below and chain him back to the oars.”
Zzzzipthunk!
Before anybeast could move, Luke had thrown the dagger, embedding it deep in the mast alongside Daskar's head.
”Sometimes a knife can reach further than a sword. Remember that, stoat!”
Luke went down under the press of crewbeasts. Vilu Daskar stood over him, shaking with rage. He raised the sword, holding it trembling over the fearless slave, then, thinking better of his actions, he snarled, ”Get him below, out of my sight!”
Sea Rogues hoisted Luke upright and dragged him off, back to the Death Pit of the lower deck.
Bolwag's flipper, damp and heavy, touched Vurg's face, wakening him. The sea lion was back in the water; it was midnight of the second day since leaving Twin Islands. The dolphins were gone.
”Vurg, wake up, liddle friend. Give Beau a shake. Look yonder. Wood Isle an' the red s.h.i.+p!”
Moonbeams danced on the phosph.o.r.escent sea. No more than an hour's sailing time away, the Goreleech Goreleech could be seen, riding at anchor, close to the sh.o.r.e of the island, which looked for all the world like a chunk of forest sticking out of the main. could be seen, riding at anchor, close to the sh.o.r.e of the island, which looked for all the world like a chunk of forest sticking out of the main.
Beau rubbed his eyes drowsily. ”I say, does look jolly pretty in the moonlight, wot!”
Bolwag drifted off from the raft. ”Aye, pretty dangerous, too, mate. Well, s.h.i.+pmates, this's where we parts comp'ny. I wouldn't be of much use to ye on land or aboard a vessel. But I got ye here.”
Vurg waved at the friendly giant. ”So you did, Bolwag, an' our thanks to ye for that. You've done more'n enough for us. Good fortune to you an' those bottlenosesgive 'em our thanks if'n you see 'em again!”
Beau added his farewells to those of his friend. ”Toodle-oo and farewell, you old rascal, wot. I'd watch out for sharks if I were you. Remember how they scoffed your ole auntie, bit careless that, keep your eyes peeled, sir. Oh, an' give my regards t'those bottlenose chaps, not bad types really, except for all that pesky spittin' an' squeakin'. G'bye now!”
Bolwag sank beneath the surface and was gone.
Now they were alone, with only their wits to rely on. Lying flat on the raft, they paddled with their paws, discussing the situation, while they were still out of earshot of the Goreleech. Goreleech.
”Well, Beau, we've got this far. What's the next move?”
”Patently obvious, m'dear feller. Got to free our friends from durance vile, wot!”
”Huh, I know that, but we won't get very far jumpin' aboard the Goreleech Goreleech an' challengin' 'er crew now, will we?” an' challengin' 'er crew now, will we?”
”Of course not, we'd need at least three of us t'do that. We need a scheme, a plan, an idea, or a combination of all three. C'mon now, Vurg, get the old mousey thinkin' cap on. I'm more a leader than a planner, don't y'know.”
As they drew closer to the monstrous red s.h.i.+p, Vurg weighed it up carefully, an idea forming in his mind.
”Beau, d'you see those rope'n'canvas fenders hangin' over the sides to protect the Goreleech Goreleech from rocks?” from rocks?”
”Indeed I do, whackin' great things they are, too, some of 'em, bigger than our little raft. Why d'you ask?”
”Because I been thinkin', we could be a fender, too!”
”The deuce y'say, an' what good'll that do, pray?”