513 AV, Summer, 53th
A small, decadent rowboat through Baroque Bay, noon
A small, decadent rowboat through Baroque Bay, noon
“Dammit One-eyed! Ye should’ve been more cautious! How’d ye drink the wits out of ya close to Sunberth?!”
Fool Joey looked at him with reproving eyes as he rowed the five other sailors through Baroque Bay. They moved silently, with only a splash or two as the rows slid forth and back into the water. It was Fool Joey’s turn, after Lullaby Crooked Tooth’s and Blondie. Truth be told, Joey was no fool, but he had those big, fat lips which gave him a stupid look whenever he opened his mouth. Beside him, Blondie kept looking behind, making sure there was no one after them. Far across the bay, it was possible to see the silhouette of a ship, looking so tiny from the distance. Yet, that damned thing had truly damned them.
It took one minute or so for those words to sink in him until Avalyon understood its meanings. He was still recovering from all the booze. “Four thousand mizas, Joey. Four thousand.” He muttered it to himself, barely audible for the others, but he could sense their disappointment. It was meant to be the best deal they had ever made and it was easy: bring some rare stuff from Sunberth to Zeltiva, get the payment and return… so indeed, as he saw the approaching bay, he set to celebrate with some booze in his cabin. How could he know they would be attacked moments before they crossed the entrance? As captain of the Laviku’s Bastard, he had few privileges – a private cabin, respect and absolute command during battles. But that ended there. His authority was limited and he had become captain only because his crew chose so.
“You were drunk, how could you command the ship? There we were, trying to turn left and encircle the bitch but no, you told damned sailing master to keep heading on full speed, thinking you could sunk it with a well-placed ram through the prow! Your words, not mine! Imbecile!” Avalyon looked at old Fool Joey and started grinding his teeth. He almost hit the sod on the temple, but instead managed to keep his temper. Afterall, the man had the truth of it. Avalyon had failed and he was lucky to be alive, having been rescued by Blondie on the sea after a bombard exploded the quarterdeck and he fell, with three other mates.
“Heh, now that I think about it, it’s the third time I survive a disaster at the sea. Thrice-Lucky Avalyon, how does that ring?” None of the crew laughed, nonetheless he kept speaking, now with a serious tone, as his wits were returning. “It was my fault, and apologizing for it won’t do damn good thing, it seems. We’ve been together for over fifteen years, Lullaby. Joey, we’ve been for a decade. And even the newest, Blondie, has been for three years. Ye know me as I know ye all. Think I mistepped this time, well, well.” He shook his head in such a sad manner, and rubbed his hands together. “Whose work was this?”
“Passion’s, that sod Marks boy. Sebastian, his name. I read “The Mistress” on the hull of the brigantine as a stone ball came just a few meters away from my head.” It was Blondie’s soft voice this time. The boy was almost twenty, with a long, messed up golden hair. Lullaby had found him in a whorehouse, being groomed to become some rich folk’s little pet and brought him into the crew. Just some hours ago, they had been almost fifty, now only six remained. "What are we going to do now?” The boy was a bit lost, after all he had lost all his reference of a life when Laviku’s Bastard sails started to swirl in flames.
For two minutes no one spoke, each one waiting for the other to answer to that difficult question. Sometimes, there are things best left unanswered. Nonetheless, he was their damn captain, so Avalyon had to answer. “I’ll stay out of the sea for a while. Need to make some money first, I won’t come back on another man’s ship. I was captain. Think I’ll stick to whoever pays. Sunberth’s full of slavers, merchants, one or two crimelords. Bounties here, there and everywhere. Gotta nothing to lose, life’s not worthy a miza. Then, I’ll get Mark’s head. But before, I’ll break each of his toes. I’ll cut his tongue, geld his manhood. No, I won’t get his head. But I’ll let him cockless in the world. Think that would be a worthy punishment for our womanizer, right?” He would hardly achieve any of this without a ship and a crew, but one could hope. Revenge was a sweet thing. He had purportedly used “I” instead of “we”, as he already knew the crew would not follow him on this. There were plenty of jobs available for experienced sailors, but not for a former captain. So there was nothing more to say, but wait as they approached the docks.
Fool Joey looked at him with reproving eyes as he rowed the five other sailors through Baroque Bay. They moved silently, with only a splash or two as the rows slid forth and back into the water. It was Fool Joey’s turn, after Lullaby Crooked Tooth’s and Blondie. Truth be told, Joey was no fool, but he had those big, fat lips which gave him a stupid look whenever he opened his mouth. Beside him, Blondie kept looking behind, making sure there was no one after them. Far across the bay, it was possible to see the silhouette of a ship, looking so tiny from the distance. Yet, that damned thing had truly damned them.
It took one minute or so for those words to sink in him until Avalyon understood its meanings. He was still recovering from all the booze. “Four thousand mizas, Joey. Four thousand.” He muttered it to himself, barely audible for the others, but he could sense their disappointment. It was meant to be the best deal they had ever made and it was easy: bring some rare stuff from Sunberth to Zeltiva, get the payment and return… so indeed, as he saw the approaching bay, he set to celebrate with some booze in his cabin. How could he know they would be attacked moments before they crossed the entrance? As captain of the Laviku’s Bastard, he had few privileges – a private cabin, respect and absolute command during battles. But that ended there. His authority was limited and he had become captain only because his crew chose so.
“You were drunk, how could you command the ship? There we were, trying to turn left and encircle the bitch but no, you told damned sailing master to keep heading on full speed, thinking you could sunk it with a well-placed ram through the prow! Your words, not mine! Imbecile!” Avalyon looked at old Fool Joey and started grinding his teeth. He almost hit the sod on the temple, but instead managed to keep his temper. Afterall, the man had the truth of it. Avalyon had failed and he was lucky to be alive, having been rescued by Blondie on the sea after a bombard exploded the quarterdeck and he fell, with three other mates.
“Heh, now that I think about it, it’s the third time I survive a disaster at the sea. Thrice-Lucky Avalyon, how does that ring?” None of the crew laughed, nonetheless he kept speaking, now with a serious tone, as his wits were returning. “It was my fault, and apologizing for it won’t do damn good thing, it seems. We’ve been together for over fifteen years, Lullaby. Joey, we’ve been for a decade. And even the newest, Blondie, has been for three years. Ye know me as I know ye all. Think I mistepped this time, well, well.” He shook his head in such a sad manner, and rubbed his hands together. “Whose work was this?”
“Passion’s, that sod Marks boy. Sebastian, his name. I read “The Mistress” on the hull of the brigantine as a stone ball came just a few meters away from my head.” It was Blondie’s soft voice this time. The boy was almost twenty, with a long, messed up golden hair. Lullaby had found him in a whorehouse, being groomed to become some rich folk’s little pet and brought him into the crew. Just some hours ago, they had been almost fifty, now only six remained. "What are we going to do now?” The boy was a bit lost, after all he had lost all his reference of a life when Laviku’s Bastard sails started to swirl in flames.
For two minutes no one spoke, each one waiting for the other to answer to that difficult question. Sometimes, there are things best left unanswered. Nonetheless, he was their damn captain, so Avalyon had to answer. “I’ll stay out of the sea for a while. Need to make some money first, I won’t come back on another man’s ship. I was captain. Think I’ll stick to whoever pays. Sunberth’s full of slavers, merchants, one or two crimelords. Bounties here, there and everywhere. Gotta nothing to lose, life’s not worthy a miza. Then, I’ll get Mark’s head. But before, I’ll break each of his toes. I’ll cut his tongue, geld his manhood. No, I won’t get his head. But I’ll let him cockless in the world. Think that would be a worthy punishment for our womanizer, right?” He would hardly achieve any of this without a ship and a crew, but one could hope. Revenge was a sweet thing. He had purportedly used “I” instead of “we”, as he already knew the crew would not follow him on this. There were plenty of jobs available for experienced sailors, but not for a former captain. So there was nothing more to say, but wait as they approached the docks.