Distant Thunders_ Destroyermen Part 28

"Commence firing!" An instant later, the two four-inch fifties boomed.

At a range of only six hundred yards, it was almost like engaging the smaller, slower Grik ships they'd fought; but unlike the Grik, the enemy had at least one heavy gun that would bear forward. Even as Walker Walker fired, smoke bloomed on the enemy fo'c'sle. Matt never knew where the roundshot from the big smoothbore went; it didn't hit the ship, but fired, smoke bloomed on the enemy fo'c'sle. Matt never knew where the roundshot from the big smoothbore went; it didn't hit the ship, but Walker Walker's two exploding rounds found their mark. The first detonated against the fo'c'sle with a thunderclap they eventually heard. Large splinters flew in every direction and the bowsprit dropped into the sea, pulling the foretop down with it. The second shot must have exploded inside the ship, because gouts of smoke gushed from the gunports. Bernie's new sh.e.l.ls weren't as devastating as the old high-explosive rounds, Matt decided, but they could still make a mess of a wooden ship. He was about to call, "Cease firing," when the next salvo streaked toward the target. One round struck a paddle box and spewed smoke and debris far across the water. The other went down the throat again, and again there was little apparent effect.

At first.

Suddenly, for an instant, the entire center of the ship seemed to bulge as if her seams were straining against some horrendous inner pressure. In the blink of an eye, the seams burst open like an enormous grenade and the ship blew apart amid an expanding, scalding cloud of sooty steam.

"Cease firing, cease firing!" Matt yelled. "All ahead, flank! Have the boats swung out and rig netting along the sides! Stand by to rescue survivors!"

The Bosun started to dash for the stairs. "Uh, Skipper? Maybe we'd better have some of Chack's Marines handy. If there are are any survivors, they might try to pull some kind of fanatical j.a.p-like s.h.i.t. Remember that one crazy j.a.p . . ." any survivors, they might try to pull some kind of fanatical j.a.p-like s.h.i.t. Remember that one crazy j.a.p . . ."

"I remember, Boats. By all means, keep a squad of Marines at the ready." He gla.s.sed the floating debris that had once been a ship. There did did appear to be survivors. If so, they didn't have much time to get to them. He looked beyond the wreckage. The bigger ship was still headed away and was piling on sail. With her damaged paddle wheel, she probably hoped to escape with the wind alone. He shook his head. Turning, he saw that the one ship that had apparently "surrendered" was still hove to, and was beginning to drift. Turning still farther, he saw that Jenks and the final enemy combatant would soon pa.s.s alongside each other, and they were already going at it hammer and tongs. Gun smoke drifted between them and he could feel the periodic pounding of their guns in his chest. "Signal Ensign Reynolds, if you can get his attention," he said, referring to the pilot still circling the battle overhead. "Tell him to buzz the enemy ship engaging appear to be survivors. If so, they didn't have much time to get to them. He looked beyond the wreckage. The bigger ship was still headed away and was piling on sail. With her damaged paddle wheel, she probably hoped to escape with the wind alone. He shook his head. Turning, he saw that the one ship that had apparently "surrendered" was still hove to, and was beginning to drift. Turning still farther, he saw that Jenks and the final enemy combatant would soon pa.s.s alongside each other, and they were already going at it hammer and tongs. Gun smoke drifted between them and he could feel the periodic pounding of their guns in his chest. "Signal Ensign Reynolds, if you can get his attention," he said, referring to the pilot still circling the battle overhead. "Tell him to buzz the enemy ship engaging Achilles Achilles, but stay out of musket shot! Maybe he can distract them or something."

"Holy cow!" Reynolds yelled when the ship about fifteen hundred feet below suddenly just . . . blew up. Kari shrieked when debris peppered the plane and a slender, three-foot splinter lodged in the port wing. "Holy cow cow!" Reynolds shouted again, and then struggled for control when the shock wave hit.

"I got hole between my feet!" Kari cried over the voice tube. "We leak when we land!"

"Yeah," agreed Fred, "I bet that's not the only one either. Who knows what it was. Maybe a nail."

"Big d.a.m.n nail!"

"Hey, look! Walker Walker's coming up fast. Maybe she's going to pick up survivors. She's running up a new signal too. What's it say?"

Kari strained to read the flags as they went up the several halyards on the destroyer's foremast. "Ahh, they spell it. I not so good at spell yet. I know standard message flags good. Not so good with spell flags. They too many!"

Reynolds pushed forward on the stick and banked slightly left. "I'll have a look. Just be sure they know we're full of holes and our gas is half gone. When we set down, they'd better fish us out in a hurry!" He flew closer to the ship, squinting his eyes. "Okay." He paused. "They're not all all letter flags," he accused. letter flags," he accused.

"What they say?"

"They say, 'Buzz enemy still fighting. Distract from Jenks. Beware mu . . . muskets.' Acknowledge that, will ya?"

"Okay."

Reynolds stood on the rudder and banked right, then began a slow climb. Several minutes later, still gaining alt.i.tude, he pa.s.sed over the ship that wasn't doing anything and continued toward where Achilles Achilles and her enemy were now locked in a deadly, smoke-belching embrace. "Wouldja look at that!" he exclaimed. The ships had apparently damaged each other's paddle wheels and all they seemed able to do was steam in ever-tightening circles around each other. Both looked shattered, and and her enemy were now locked in a deadly, smoke-belching embrace. "Wouldja look at that!" he exclaimed. The ships had apparently damaged each other's paddle wheels and all they seemed able to do was steam in ever-tightening circles around each other. Both looked shattered, and Achilles Achilles' foremast was down. The funnel on the enemy ship had been shot away and her deck was choked with smoke.

"Here we go!" Reynolds shouted, and pushed on the stick. The new planes had altimeters, but they weren't very accurate or quick to adjust, so he ignored his now. The airspeed indicator worked just fine and his was starting to crowd the red-painted line. A few hundred feet above the enemy masts, he pulled back on the stick and the Nancy swooped up and away. Something smacked the plane and he heard a low, humming vooom! vooom! whip past him in the c.o.c.kpit. whip past him in the c.o.c.kpit.

"Captain say you stay away away from muskets!" Kari shouted. from muskets!" Kari shouted.

Fred started to reply that he'd meant to; that he hadn't really realized how low he'd been. Now he was mad. He spiraled upward, gaining alt.i.tude for another pa.s.s. Pushing the nose over, he lined up on where he thought he'd have a bow-to-stern approach by the time they got there. Fumbling at his holster with his left hand, he pulled out his Colt. "I'll teach you to shoot at me me, you screwy Brits!" he muttered. He laid the pistol on his lap, then took the stick in his left hand and the pistol in his right. He flipped the safety off.

"We go too low again!" Kari scolded.

Grimly, Fred pointed the pistol over the windscreen, in the general direction of the ship he was diving on. With nothing but ship in front of him, he started yanking the trigger. Drowned by the noise of the engine, all the pistol made was popping sounds, but he suspected the men below might hear it better. The ship was coming up fast and he knew he had to pull out. Easing back on the stick, he heard several more voooms! voooms! but nothing hit the plane-until he accidentally shot it in the nose himself as the target disappeared aft. but nothing hit the plane-until he accidentally shot it in the nose himself as the target disappeared aft.

"c.r.a.p!"

He'd shot his own d.a.m.n airplane! It wasn't much of a hole, really, although he knew there'd be another one below, where the bullet came out. But with the obvious powder burn on the blue paint in front of the windscreen, there'd be no way he could blame the hole on enemy fire. He was lucky he hadn't shot his own foot off!

"c.r.a.p, c.r.a.p, c.r.a.p c.r.a.p!"

"What you say?" Kari cried from behind.

"I said 'c.r.a.p'! "

"Get those men out of the water!" bellowed the Bosun. "I don't care if they are are sneakin', bushwhackin', traitorous sons o' b.i.t.c.hes! The more you let the fish get, the fewer we'll have to sneakin', bushwhackin', traitorous sons o' b.i.t.c.hes! The more you let the fish get, the fewer we'll have to hang hang!"

The Bosun's words were meant more for the men they were pulling from the water than the men and 'Cats who were saving them. Oddly, the usual swarm of flasher fish hadn't yet arrived to tear the survivors apart. He couldn't account for that. Maybe the explosion of the ship had driven them away, or maybe there just weren't as many of the d.a.m.n things in really deep water like this. Regardless, he expected something with an appet.i.te would be along eventually, and judging by the panic with which the Imperial Company survivors were trying to get aboard, they must think so too. They'd made them send the most badly wounded up first and fifteen or twenty horribly burned and scalded men had already been sent to Sela.s.s in the wardroom. She'd appeared briefly on deck and seemed fine other than a few glistening spots where she'd applied some polta paste to her "scratches," as she'd called them. Now the less injured were coming aboard and a handful already squatted, hands behind their heads, cl.u.s.tered around the steam capstan. Some simply stared back at the, to them, ridiculously small but unfathomably destructive maw of the number one gun.

"Hurry it up, you pack o' jackals!" the Bosun berated. He pointed at the continuing distant fight between Achilles Achilles and her foe. "We got friends over there dyin' and more sc.u.m like you to kill! You got one minute before I yank these nets and we leave you here!" There were moans and cries from the water, but somehow the men, many still injured, managed to climb or splash along a little faster. and her foe. "We got friends over there dyin' and more sc.u.m like you to kill! You got one minute before I yank these nets and we leave you here!" There were moans and cries from the water, but somehow the men, many still injured, managed to climb or splash along a little faster.

"You are consistent, at least," Chack remarked softly. He'd appeared beside the Bosun still holding his Krag instead of one of the new Springfield muskets. "You are merciless to everyone."

"I ain't merciless," Gray murmured through clenched teeth. "I actually feel sorta sorry for the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. I just want 'em scared of us before they come aboard. Make 'em easier for your boys to handle."

For a moment, Chack said nothing, possibly digesting the Bosun's words. "It is . . . strange," he said at last.

"What?"

"All the hu-maans we have ever really known have been our benefactors. They have helped us. It is very . . . disconcerting now to have fought them, and killed . . . so many."

"You helped us kill j.a.ps, and they're sorta human, I guess."

"True, but these"-he gestured at the last of the survivors climbing the cargo netting-"these are more like you. They speak the same language, and more important, to us at least, they are the very descendants of the original tail-less ones, the ones who came before." He paused. "It is . . . hard to know they can be bad, and maybe a little hard to know you you can kill them without remorse." can kill them without remorse."

"I said I felt sorry for the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, didn't I?" Gray demanded quietly. He shrugged. "h.e.l.l, I felt a little little sorry for them j.a.p destroyermen that got ate-before we met you. But war's war, and it's a d.a.m.n strange world-whichever the h.e.l.l world you're from." It was Gray's turn to pause. "Just remember, sorry for them j.a.p destroyermen that got ate-before we met you. But war's war, and it's a d.a.m.n strange world-whichever the h.e.l.l world you're from." It was Gray's turn to pause. "Just remember, they they started this fight here today, and it was friends o' theirs who took Lieutenant Tucker, the princess, your buddy Silva, and all the rest. Friends o' theirs who slaughtered started this fight here today, and it was friends o' theirs who took Lieutenant Tucker, the princess, your buddy Silva, and all the rest. Friends o' theirs who slaughtered Simms Simms and all the 'Cats on board. It's a strange world, sure, but strange as this fight today may seem to you, it's crystal clear to me." and all the 'Cats on board. It's a strange world, sure, but strange as this fight today may seem to you, it's crystal clear to me."

He motioned at the bedraggled survivors, maybe thirty in all, not counting those in the wardroom. "There' a lot more of 'em than I expected, and that's a fact." He turned to Chack. "Take charge of your prisoners, if you please."

CHAPTER 25.

Captain Reddy and Commodore Jenks met that evening aboard HNBC Ulysses Ulysses, the captured enemy flagship. Except for her starboard paddles, she hadn't suffered much. Achilles Achilles had been badly mauled in her fight with HNBC had been badly mauled in her fight with HNBC Caesar Caesar, and had suffered over seventy killed and wounded. She'd require significant repairs before she could continue on. Caesar Caesar was in worse shape, and once all her wounded were moved to was in worse shape, and once all her wounded were moved to Ulysses Ulysses and and Icarus Icarus-the ship that surrendered early on-Caesar would be allowed to sink. would be allowed to sink.

Jenks's fight was practically over by the time Walker Walker steamed to her aid, but the destroyer's appearance had ended any further resistance. Matt then turned his ship in pursuit of steamed to her aid, but the destroyer's appearance had ended any further resistance. Matt then turned his ship in pursuit of Ulysses Ulysses. He'd wondered at the time why she would abandon her consorts so readily, but when she too surrendered as he drew near, and he was forced to endure the sniveling apologies and explanations of the squadron's admiral, he understood. Chack and his Marines remained aboard Ulysses Ulysses while while Walker Walker towed her back to the other somewhat a.s.sembled ships. towed her back to the other somewhat a.s.sembled ships.

Meanwhile, Jenks had gone aboard Caesar Caesar and and Icarus Icarus and gained a little information. To everyone's complete surprise, the ship and gained a little information. To everyone's complete surprise, the ship Walker Walker had destroyed was had destroyed was Agamemnon Agamemnon herself, the very same ship that Jenks had dispatched home so long ago. He'd also discovered his own loyal Ensign Parr aboard herself, the very same ship that Jenks had dispatched home so long ago. He'd also discovered his own loyal Ensign Parr aboard Icarus Icarus. Icarus Icarus had been another Navy ship "pressed" into Company service, and was considered the least reliable in the squadron. It was to her that most of the known Imperial loyalists had been sequestered. The young ensign had recognized had been another Navy ship "pressed" into Company service, and was considered the least reliable in the squadron. It was to her that most of the known Imperial loyalists had been sequestered. The young ensign had recognized Achilles Achilles and risen up with some trusted men, seized the ship, and promptly surrendered her before she could fire a shot. It was Parr who confirmed the terrible news that only the Company had ever learned the results of Jenks's mission, and more important, that they'd discovered the governoremperor's daughter alive. and risen up with some trusted men, seized the ship, and promptly surrendered her before she could fire a shot. It was Parr who confirmed the terrible news that only the Company had ever learned the results of Jenks's mission, and more important, that they'd discovered the governoremperor's daughter alive.

Now Matt and Jenks strode Ulysses Ulysses's quarterdeck, talking quietly, while both men's guards stood watchfully by. From amidships came the cries of the wounded Walker Walker had picked up, as they and the other prisoners were transferred aboard. had picked up, as they and the other prisoners were transferred aboard.

"How come you took Achilles Achilles in like that?" Matt finally asked. "We could have destroyed all four ships from beyond their range." in like that?" Matt finally asked. "We could have destroyed all four ships from beyond their range."

"That's why I took her in," Jenks replied. "I'm reliably informed that you have a temper, and I feared you would destroy them all once they'd fired at you. Was I wrong?"

Matt shrugged. "I don't think I'd have fired on the ship that surrendered," he said, a little defensively. "I didn't destroy this this ship." ship."

"Ahh, but by the time you caught her, your pa.s.sion had faded!"

"Mmm," Matt said noncommittally. He pointed at the wounded and the prisoners coming aboard. "What're we going to do with all of them?"

"I suppose we must convene a court-martial," Jenks replied. "We have many repairs to attend and I understand even your ship was slightly damaged?" Matt nodded, thinking of poor Aubrey. "That should give us sufficient time," Jenks added. "If you've no objection, I think Imperial forms might be most appropriate. Three officers will preside as judges. I would be indebted if you yourself would sit, as well as two other officers of your choosing. I know you're not disinterested, but you have no personal knowledge of any of the defendants. I expect you will also a.s.sume not all all are guilty, as Mr. Parr was not." are guilty, as Mr. Parr was not."

"Why don't you do it?" Matt asked. "Even some of your loyalists might object to a foreigner."

"As prosecutor, I cannot preside."

"Oh. Okay then. I'll appoint a couple of others. I don't think taking volunteers would be a good idea just now."

"Perhaps not."

For a while, they just walked together and an awkward silence hung about them.

"How's it feel?" Matt finally asked.

Jenks looked disdainfully at the b.l.o.o.d.y sling supporting his left arm. "It hurts a bit," he confessed with a grin, "but that wondrous ooze your medical . . . person applied has dulled the edge."

"Good. Shouldn't get infected either. How's O'Casey?"

"Hmm? Oh, Bates. Ha. Utterly insufferable. He wasn't hurt at all, but I confess at times I wished for a ball to take off his head."

"I guess he came up with a number of ways to say, 'I told you so' ? "

Jenks looked blank for a moment before realization dawned. "Oh! Oh, yes. An infinite number of ways, and without pause, I might add." Jenks shook his head. "He was right all along. I think I even knew it back then, but the politics of New London are considerably less clear at home than they are out here, at the ends of the earth. I hope someday he will forgive me and we might be friends again." Jenks gestured at his arm. "Now that I know where the true true infection lies." infection lies."

"So it would seem," Matt said, and sighed. "And here we are, over a thousand miles from where I ought to be fighting who I ought to be fighting. We still don't know where Billingsly and my people-and your princess-are, but we do know your governor-emperor never knew we even had the girl. This Honorable New Britain Company did, though, and fired on the ship-my ship!-they suspected she was on. The only explanation for that is that now, they want her dead! Apparently, this Company is pulling a major power grab, and everything and everyone both of us cares about might depend, one way or another, on how that turns out. Jeez, if that doesn't put us on the exact exact same side at long last, I don't know what ever would." same side at long last, I don't know what ever would."

"I apologize for all of this," Jenks said quietly. "Everything."

Matt became angry. "d.a.m.n it, Jenks, I don't want your apology! Maybe that'll make you feel better for being such a jerk once, but all it does now is cheapen everything we've done-and have to do! I still think we need to be friends, your people and mine, because-as I've been trying to pound into that thick skull of yours-there are bigger threats out there than either one of us can handle on our own. There may be stuff we can't even imagine yet! On top of that, I want my people back, the ones Billingsly took! Maybe you didn't know, but Sandra Tucker, well . . . she's my girl . . . and I want her her back!" back!"

"I am aware of that," Jenks said softly.

"Yeah? Well, be aware of this this! That night on Donaghey Donaghey during the Strakka, right after the fight for Singapore when we heard the news, I swore an oath. As G.o.d is my witness, whoever took her, whoever's during the Strakka, right after the fight for Singapore when we heard the news, I swore an oath. As G.o.d is my witness, whoever took her, whoever's responsible responsible for taking her and the others, and for the unprovoked attack on Baalkpan . . ." Matt took a breath and his green eyes were as remorseless as the sea. "You can add for taking her and the others, and for the unprovoked attack on Baalkpan . . ." Matt took a breath and his green eyes were as remorseless as the sea. "You can add Simms Simms and my ship here today to the list now, but whoever put all this in motion, and my ship here today to the list now, but whoever put all this in motion, no matter who he is no matter who he is, is going to pay pay!"

EPILOGUE.

Halik stared greedily at the map laid before him on the table in the brazier-lit chamber. It was a map of all the known world, and the chaotic jumble of mountains and coastlines, rivers and islands fascinated him. He dully remembered, even as a young Uul warrior, occasionally wondering how his Hij commanders could know how the world was shaped and how they knew where to take them to fight. Now he could see, look down upon look down upon, where he was, and many of the places he'd been before. He'd learned much in the months since his unexpected elevation, but maps and the terrain they depicted still held him almost spellbound. Matching terrain in his memory with what he saw on the maps was like scratching a crude drawing of a beautiful sculpture in the sand, and yet the value was in knowing where that sculpture was. Somehow he could sense that, for his purposes, terrain would become vitally important. It was like the different parts of a shield. Some areas were best for countering the blows of an enemy, while others could be used to great advantage when striking out.

He tore his attention from the map and focused again on Regent Tsalka's words. Words that, in all their infinite variety, he'd learned to understand!

"Singapore will surely fall, if it has not already, and my own province, my very own Ceylon, my beloved India, will be next on the list of the prey!"

"You must stop thinking of them as prey prey, lord. That is essential!" General Esshk scolded-quite harshly, Halik thought. "They are no longer even Worthy Prey, as we began to suspect, but have become hunters themselves, in their own right! Hunters perhaps as cunning as ourselves who fight in a new, unexpected way! Hunters like we have never met or faced before!"

"Yes, yes," Tsalka hissed angrily. "I know your views on this. Perhaps you are even right. But what are we to do? Though we argued for it, it destroys me to concede my very home!"

"We must," said the strange creature Halik knew as General of the Sea Kurokawa. "But we must do it slowly. As slowly as we can possibly manage. We will lose territory, yes, but we have much of that. Time is what we lack. If we can trade land for time, and balance the exchange in our favor, the magical weapons I am preparing will be ready before the enemy-they are the enemy, the enemy, my friends!-before the my friends!-before the enemy enemy can push beyond the frontier into what you consider your ancient Sacred Land! The invaders will not sully the pure realm of the Celestial Mother herself! If a few regencies or frontier territories must be strategically sacrificed to prevent that, that is what must be done! We can push beyond the frontier into what you consider your ancient Sacred Land! The invaders will not sully the pure realm of the Celestial Mother herself! If a few regencies or frontier territories must be strategically sacrificed to prevent that, that is what must be done! We will will reconquer them!" reconquer them!"

Halik understood that it revolted Tsalka and Esshk when Kurokawa called them "my friends," but he wasn't sure why. He did know Kurokawa was growing in favor with Her just now. The miraculous weapons he'd begun utterly delighted the Celestial Mother, and she was even beginning to appreciate his strategies. Still, he knew Tsalka in particular thought Kurokawa took too many liberties.

"Enough debate, My Lord Tsalka." Esshk hissed. "She has decided-and in favor of our arguments, for now," he added ironically. "Would you try to change Her mind?" Tsalka said nothing in reply. "Well, then," Esshk growled, "that still leaves us with the issue of how how we will trade land for time." we will trade land for time."

Kurokawa's gaze slowly shifted to Halik. "That is a question perhaps best asked of our newest general, is it not? You yourself said he survived the entertainment battles far longer than any before him. He is not old, but he is not young anymore either. He could not have prevailed so long on strength and ferocity alone. My few Rikusentai Rikusentai, or naval landing forces, that survived the loss of my ship think he has much promise. Look! Even now he studies us, evaluates us, considers . . . and no doubt forms opinions! I think he is learning that map by heart!" Kurokawa paused, and when he spoke again, he addressed Halik directly.

"Tell us, General, based on the map before you, how would you you trade land for time? The enemy will come, and for now, we cannot stop him. How would trade land for time? The enemy will come, and for now, we cannot stop him. How would you you slow him down and bleed him white?" slow him down and bleed him white?"

Even to Rebecca, who had little experience with such things, it hadn't really been much of a storm, but it had been a challenge for an open boat on the wide expanse of the Eastern Sea. After two weeks of diminishing stores, sunburn, and increasingly doubtful navigation, the sudden storm afflicted nearly everyone, particularly the Imperials, with a sense of near hopelessness. Lelaa ignored them as much as possible. She was still confident that if Yap-or Tagran-was where the chart showed it to be, they'd find it.

Whatever she felt inside, Sandra remained a diminutive pillar of strength and steady authority. Her skin was red and peeling and her hair was bleached to a platinum blond, but by force of will alone she managed to maintain discipline and keep Rajendra and his men at work. Sister Audry took solace in her faith and remained stoic, if not cheerful, and set a further example for the men. Dennis Silva, as always, seemed unconcerned about anything. He was the only one among them, with the possible exception of Rajendra, who didn't even seem sunburned. His tanned skin only grew darker and his beard and unusually long hair became almost white.

Rebecca herself maintained an unwavering faith in Sandra Tucker-and Dennis Silva. She did worry about Lawrence and Abel, who, along with the Imperial engineer, suffered cruelly from the heat. Lawrence wasn't accustomed to being in the sun all day without recourse to shade, and Abel was still troubled by his wound.

The Imperials did as Sandra said, but they weren't happy. They feared they were doomed and they hated Dennis. Rebecca watched him become the focus of much of their misery and frustration. He'd destroyed their ship and killed their shipmates, and regardless of their current situation, that was something they all had in common. The reason he'd done it, and even the very reason they'd taken to the boat in the first place, became a blurred and distant memory. Slowly, through the long, miserable days and endless, terrifying nights when strange creatures b.u.mped the boat or distant leviathans blew, it all became Silva's fault.

Outwardly, Silva didn't care. Rebecca considered it possible he even deliberately encouraged their animosity to keep them focused on anything anything but giving up. In reality, she suspected he was more deeply troubled by what he'd done than he'd ever admit. At least, she rather hoped so. Then the storm came. but giving up. In reality, she suspected he was more deeply troubled by what he'd done than he'd ever admit. At least, she rather hoped so. Then the storm came.

Proper navigation became impossible, but Lelaa and ultimately Rajendra steered the boat as best they could, following a heading they adjusted constantly based on their calculations of leeway and current. It was an imperfect solution, but by working so closely together they at least temporarily made a sort of peace between them. For four days they fought the storm, reefing the sail to a mere sliver of canvas and shouldering through long, westerly swells. Then the wind shifted out of the south and they scudded along, pitching horribly on the confused, tumultuous sea. It had been Silva, standing in the bow of the boat, inundated by spray, who saw the breakers ahead.

It was probably the swell that saved them. That, and Silva's almost earsplitting bellow of, "Drop the sail right G.o.dd.a.m.n now right G.o.dd.a.m.n now if you want to live!" Without thought, his order was obeyed, and the boat rode a mountainous wave right over the worst of the shoals. They still struck something, probably coral, that tore a terrible gash in the bottom of the boat. It almost broke the keel, but the boat carried on, quickly filling, until the wave deposited them upon a sandy beach. if you want to live!" Without thought, his order was obeyed, and the boat rode a mountainous wave right over the worst of the shoals. They still struck something, probably coral, that tore a terrible gash in the bottom of the boat. It almost broke the keel, but the boat carried on, quickly filling, until the wave deposited them upon a sandy beach.

Leaping in the surf right along with Silva, Sandra ordered everyone who could move out of the boat. They used each new wave to help them heave their burden farther up the beach. Finally, they could go no farther and they collapsed in the sand. After a while, Sandra roused everyone and had all their stores and weapons taken near the edge of the trees, where the waves shouldn't reach. Then, before she would allow anyone another rest, Sandra ordered that the lightened boat be moved farther from the water as well, and secured to a tree by a stout cable. Only then did everyone collapse again, utterly exhausted, and sleep until the light of day.

Rebecca woke to the sound of surf. Her eyes didn't want to open and seemed glued shut with some sort of crust. She wiped them with her hand and grainy particles fell away. She tried again and this time she could see.

"Mornin', sunshine!" Silva said, and grinned at her. He was sitting cross-legged in the sand with his huge rifle across his lap. On a piece of canvas beside him lay the disa.s.sembled parts of his pistol. His cutla.s.s was thrust into the sand nearby.