Beside A Burning Sea Part 24

"I reckon I never met a boy with so many ants in his pants," Jake said, smiling at Annie. "They must be red ants, too. Them little black ones ain't nearly able to do the trick."

"What are you talking about?" Ratu asked. "Red ants? Black ants? Did a coconut hit that big head of yours yesterday?"

Jake splashed a handful of water at Ratu and got up. "I expect my legs could use a stretch. Sure, I'll explore with you."

"And you, Miss Annie?" Ratu questioned, handing Jake an unlit torch. "And you, Akira? Don't you get bored of sitting there looking at each other? Come with us."

Annie glanced at Akira, who actually wanted to explore the area for other reasons. Though the cave was wonderfully hidden, as Joshua had said, Akira didn't like the fact that only one entrance and exit existed. After all, a lone gunman standing outside could trap the entire group. And though a cave could be a refuge, it could also be a tomb. Hoping to find a hidden exit, Akira dusted the sand off his knees and rose. "I would like to explore with you."

"Can you lead us?" Annie asked Ratu, knowing that he enjoyed such adventures.

"Of course, Miss Annie. Just follow the light of my torch. And if you get scared, let me know and we'll turn around."

Annie smiled at Ratu. After allowing Jake to walk in the second position, she stepped forward. The remainder of the group was gathered much closer to the cave's entrance, and, seeing that no one was looking in their direction, Annie sought out Akira's hand and gave it a squeeze. The warmth and comfort of his flesh brought back memories of the earlier night. She remembered how the hand she now touched had stroked her face, the soles of her feet. She had kissed that hand. She had felt her heart beat against it.

Though Annie wanted to continue to hold Akira's hand, she needed to be a free woman to do that, and with her engagement looming over her, she did not feel free. She reluctantly released his hand, immediately feeling vulnerable from its absence, as if this one hand could somehow protect her from her own dark thoughts. And as preposterous as the notion sounded, she knew that Akira's touch was capable of just that. After all, she'd told him that he made her feel reborn, and those hadn't been idle words she'd shared with him. He'd somehow infused her with such pa.s.sion and energy and life that she did feel like someone completely new. And this newness almost overwhelmed her at times. Even during the chaos of the storm, she'd felt a childlike giddiness as unfamiliar emotions enveloped her, as she realized that for the first time in her life, she was falling in love.

Stubbing her toe on an unseen rock, Annie grimaced. Glancing at her bare feet, and knowing that she could ill afford to cut herself, she vowed to pay more attention to her surroundings. The cave was much deeper than she'd realized. Looking toward the orb of light that marked the entrance, she guessed the opening to be at least two hundred feet away. Even this far from the entrance, the height of the cave was much taller than even Jake. The rock surrounding them, which she thought might be limestone, was the color of old ivory. Unlike the caves she'd read about in novels and magazines, this cave contained no giant stalact.i.tes. The walls and ceiling were fairly uniform.

Ratu approached the large slabs of rock at the cave's rear and started to navigate around them. The slabs had obviously fallen from the cave's ceiling, and Annie wondered if it was wise for them to be walking so far from the entrance. Another cave-in could leave them trapped without any chance at escape. Feeling a familiar sense of unease seep inside her, she again reached for Akira's hand. He rea.s.suringly squeezed her fingers in the darkness, and she felt better.

Though the slabs lay in discordant piles, a path seemed to zigzag forward. Muttering to himself, Ratu continued ahead, holding the torch with one hand and his shark's tooth with the other. After spending the past ten days in a world where everything appeared to move, Annie felt odd to be walking in a realm where not even the air seemed to stir. She wondered about the age of the cave. Could someone else have stepped here? Searching for an answer, she followed Ratu, twisting far enough to their right that the cave's distant entrance disappeared.

"Please light another torch," Akira said softly, a few feet after the entrance had vanished.

Ratu held his torch against the one that Jake carried. The fire spread, and the halo of light that surrounded them swelled. Ratu walked slowly ahead. The cave seemed to be narrowing, its walls almost reaching each other.

"So this big snake does have an end," Jake said, peering about.

"Wait, Jake, wait," Ratu replied.

"You're eyeballing the tail, Ratu."

"No, I tell you, I'm not."

Ratu continued forward, feeling the presence of the others behind him, wondering if his father felt such a presence as he led Americans into the jungle. Though the cave appeared to end, Ratu sensed something ahead. He couldn't define it, but something did exist. Something new to his senses. "Do you smell anything strange?" he asked, filling his lungs.

Akira inhaled deeply. "Yes. But what?"

"Air," Annie said. "It's fresh air."

The four exchanged perplexed looks, and Ratu once again moved forward. The walls of the cave drew to within a few feet of each other. Remarkably, they then began to pull apart. The cave twisted again to the right, and to everyone's amazement, a barely visible shaft of muted light fell from far above. It almost seemed as if they were deep within the ocean, and a slice of the sun managed to penetrate the gloom just enough to faintly illuminate the seafloor.

"Blimey!" Ratu shouted, his voice sounding unnaturally loud. "What a brilliant discovery!"

A small, subdued cry escaped from Annie's lips as her gaze traveled to the walls that were so dimly illuminated, for as the torchlight fell on them, the walls suddenly seemed to come alive. They were covered in red-and-black images depicting ancient canoes and sailing ships. The vessels' hulls were curved like bananas. Some of the ships had masts and sails, while others were powered by oars alone. Several of the largest boats boasted ornate bows resembling what appeared to be birds with their wings outstretched. The vessels carried anywhere from three to ten human forms.

Annie's skin tingled. She felt as if she'd leapt back into time. Dozens of questions immediately surfaced within her. Who had created these astonishing paintings and when were they created? Who'd last seen them? Had this cave once been inhabited, or were these images left by pa.s.sing travelers?

Stepping toward the most intricate of the paintings, Annie studied the ship and the people on it. The ship was elaborate and large and in some ways resembled the bird on its bow. The people, who were little more than stick figures, were bent forward as if performing some action, but had nothing in their hands.

"Look at this," Akira said, rising from the ground. In his hand he held what appeared to be a piece of charred wood. He twisted his discovery between his fingers, and black powder fell to the floor. "Once someone had a fire here. A long, long time ago."

"How long?" Ratu asked excitedly, dropping to his knees to search for an ancient fire pit.

"So sorry, but I do not know."

Gazing at the ships reminded Jake of what it felt like to discover arrowheads on his family's farm. He'd always experienced a sense of connection with the soil of his land, which was as black as the back of his hands. But the arrowheads had managed to deepen this bond. Eyeing the figures, he said, "They sure look mighty happy, don't they?"

Annie couldn't tell if the figures were meant to be happy, but replied, "Almost like they're celebrating."

Jake nodded. "They're traveling somewhere. They're free."

Akira gazed up at the crack through which the faint light descended. The crack-perhaps reachable if all four of them stood atop one another-looked to be a foot wide and maybe three feet long. "We should go above and locate that opening, yes?" he asked. "And secure a rope to a tree and drop it down."

"A secret exit?" Ratu asked.

"Yes."

Jake nodded. "I reckon the captain will want that done p.r.o.nto."

"He'll love this place," Annie said, knowing that Joshua enjoyed everything about boats.

"Let's name it something," Ratu suggested, still digging through sand and soil. "I tell you, we should name it something."

Annie returned her gaze to the ships. "Name this place?"

"Of course."

"You should name it," she replied, "since you discovered it."

Ratu smiled, rolling a small piece of charred wood in his fingers. He thought for a long time, as everyone else continued to stare at the ships. Finally, he said, "Raja's Ships. Let's call it Raja's Ships."

"Raja's Ships?" Annie asked. "Why that?"

"Ratu. Annie. Jake. Akira. We found it. It should have our names. Aren't all great mountains and seas and lakes named after the explorers who found them?"

"It seems that way."

Ratu nodded, rising from the ground. "Raja's Ships," he said happily. "What a cracking good name. What a perfect name. I tell you, names are everything. Better to have a good name than a good nose."

Annie smiled. "It is a . . . cracking good name, Ratu. And you're sweet to include everyone."

"I b.l.o.o.d.y well should include everyone, because everyone helped. Big Jake held the torch, and Akira . . . Akira held your hand, and you smell nice, and I like the way you say my name."

SITTING ON A BOULDER that had fallen inside the cave's entrance, Joshua and Isabelle watched the storm. Though it had lessened in ferocity since the previous day, the storm still acted as if it wanted to drown the island. Rain continued to cascade from the sky, and water running down the hill behind them created a waterfall that obscured much of the cave's entrance. The roar of the waterfall partially masked the uninhibited wind and the pounding of the surf.

"I wonder if we lost any ships in this," Joshua said quietly, thinking that Benevolence Benevolence would have handled the elements. would have handled the elements.

Isabelle paused from organizing their medical supplies. "I certainly hope not," she replied. After carefully setting aside the quinine, she located the medicinal cream she wanted and found some clean and dry bandages. "Now let me see those hands."

"They're fine."

"Joshua, you're going to let me see them this instant."

"I think we should save those supplies for something more important. We might-"

"I'll be the judge of how we're doing on medical supplies, thank you very much. Now put out your hands."

Reluctantly, Joshua held out his hands, unfurling his palms. Isabelle dropped to her knees and slowly began to remove the cloth that they'd wrapped around his fingers and palms. She was surprised at the size and severity of his blisters. Red and open, the flesh of his palms looked as if he'd grabbed a rope and slid a hundred feet down. She knew that he must be in significant pain, and yet he'd mentioned nothing of his discomfort all morning. "You're a mess," she said.

He tried to smile. "I thought nurses were supposed to paint a rosy picture."

"Well, your hands aren't going to fall off. That's about as rosy as I can get for now." She used a damp cloth to gently clean his wounds. He winced, several times pulling his hands away from her. "I have to get these clean, Joshua," she said, trying to hold him still.

"Sweet Mother Mary," he replied, exhaling deeply.

"Try to think of something else."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one being tortured."

"Do you want infected hands? Here on this island?"

"No, but you shouldn't be on your knees, attending me." He glanced about to ensure that no one else was near. "I mean, with the baby? It doesn't seem right. I don't want-"

"That's it. Think of our baby. What should we name him?"

"Ouch!"

"What names, Joshua?"

He moved his gaze from his hands to her face. "Do you think it's a boy?" he asked, attempting to stay still.

"Does it matter to you? What the s.e.x is?"

"Well, I always thought that . . . ouch . . . that I'd want a boy. But now it doesn't matter. Either would be wonderful."

"What about names?" she asked, beginning to spread the medicinal cream on his hands.

"If it's a girl, we could name her after your grandmother."

She paused. "Gertrude?"

He winked when she looked up from his injuries. "It has . . . a certain charm. And your grandmother certainly does."

"Don't be an a.s.s," she replied, trying not to laugh. "It's not her fault that she's so . . . interesting."

"That's an interesting way to put it."

"You mustn't feel that bad. If you're going to sit there and poke fun at my family, maybe I should leave your hands alone. And for the record, your family is definitely odder than mine. At least my parents don't live in a tent."

"Now, that's just a few months out of the year. And it's not really a tent. More of a home on wheels."

"It's a tent, Joshua."

He smiled, thinking of his parents and how they liked to spend summers high in the Rockies. "What about Claire? Or Alice? Or maybe Catherine?"

"What about boys?"

"Well, I've always liked the name Owen."

"Owen?"

"That's right. A name you don't hear on every corner."

She started to apply fresh bandages to his blisters, covering the wounds with care and precision. "I'm surprised you wouldn't want to name him after some ship you saw in port."

"Now, there's a thought," he said, feigning excitement. "He could be . . . Barnes or Lexington or Casablanca or Hanc.o.c.k. Oh, and Saratoga would make a fine name. Saratoga Collins. Let's do that."

"Let's pretend that I never mentioned the idea." She finished wrapping his hands and started to tidy up the medical kit. Everything went into its proper place, and the kit was sealed shut. "You're not an easy patient," she said, moving closer to him.

"I'm a deviant, remember?" he replied, kissing her forehead.

Isabelle leaned against his knees and stroked his forearm with her thumb. Lightning flashed above the sea, followed by the groan of thunder. "It's good to hear . . . the old Josh make an appearance," she said.

"I like the sound of him too."

"Will I hear more of him in the days to come?"

"Undoubtedly. Probably more than you want."

"Promise?"

He nodded, though his smile soon wavered. He opened and closed his bandaged hands, listening to the storm howl. Its fury was such that he wasn't surprised that the ancient Greeks thought mighty G.o.ds lived atop a mountain in the sky. Turning his mind to the present, he said, "But we need to get off this island safely. And the war needs to end."

"It will."

"And we'd better win," he replied, his face and voice suddenly solemn. "We have to win. If we don't . . . everything will have been in vain. And a monster . . . a true monster . . . will rule the Earth."

Isabelle looked toward the sea. "Do you think the rumors are true?"

"Of the camps?"

"Yes."