think she’ll love you quite so much.”
He pulled down the curtain cord and proceeded to tie up the unconscious Ned.
Lucas woke up with someone shaking his shoulder gently. He opened his eyes to see Finn bending over him.
“Is it morning already?”
“Rise and shine, Major,” Finn said. “Time to get ready to hit the boats and weigh anchor.”
“It feels like I just closed my eyes,” said Lucas.
“What happened here last night?” said Finn.
“Huh?” Lucas sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Finn pointed.
Verne had fallen off the chair onto the floor, where he was curled up in a fetal position, dead to the world. Beside him, struggling against his bonds, glaring ferociously and growling into his gag, was Land. The door opened and Andre walked in.
“I must have missed a hell of a party,” she said.
“Verne passed out and Ned was going to run off with Marie and set up light housekeeping in Boston,” Lucas said, getting out of bed. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he wasn’t very reasonable.”
“He’s liable to be a lot less reasonable when you untie him,” Finn said.
“You’re probably right,” said Lucas. “Let’s not untie him.”
Land thrashed on the floor.
Andre stood over him, hands on her hips. “You cad,” she said. “The minute my back is turned, you’re playing around with another woman. You’re a heartless brute.”
Land rolled his eyes.
“Never trust a sailor,” Finn said.
“He was just going to go off and leave us in the lurch,” said Lucas. “Here we are, needing all the help we can get, and he’s sneaking off to hide under some woman’s skirts.”
“Ned Land, the great harpooner, running away from a fight,” said Andre. “I should have known he was all bluster.”
“The hell with him,” said Finn. “Let him go. Who needs a friend like him? We’ll just have to handle Drakov by ourselves.”
Land stopped struggling.
They looked at each other.
“You think maybe he’s ready to be untied now?” said Andre.
“I think so,” said Finn.
Moments later, Land was on his feet, looking sullen and rubbing his chafed wrists.
“Friends?” said Lucas, offering his hand.
Land grunted, then took his hand. And swung a haymaker at Lucas’s head. Lucas easily ducked underneath it and jabbed Land twice in the solar plexus, hard enough to sit him down on the floor, winded.
“You didn’t really think I was going to fall for that, did you?” Lucas said.
Land glared at him from the floor, then a smile spread over his face and he started to laugh. They all joined him.
“I should probably be thanking you,” he said. “I would’ve married the girl.”
“That’s okay,” said Lucas. “We all come down with temporary insanity every once in a while.”
Land sighed. “You’re right, for certain, it would have been a very foolish thing to do. Still, some things are worth being foolish over.” He shook his head. “She must have been waiting all night at the boat. What am I to tell her?”
“Tell her you were tied up,” said Lucas.
Land laughed and put his arm around Lucas, then quickly shifted his grip, caught him in a headlock and brought his fist down in a punishing hammerblow on top of his head. Lucas felt as if a gong had gone off inside his skull. He sat on the floor, palms pressed to his temples, rocking slightly.
“You fell for that one,” Land said. “Now I’m in the mood for breakfast.”
“Sacre bleu!” moaned Verne, from the floor. “I beg you, do not mention food!”
They took their leave of Jean Lafitte and rowed out to the Valkyrie, which sailed on the morning tide. In the early morning sun, with the wind blowing through their hair and the salty sea spray misting in over the decks, they all felt relaxed and invigorated. It was hard to imagine that in a short time, they would be involved in the most dangerous conflict of their careers.
Drakov was strangely silent as he stood by the helmsman, his gaze on the horizon. There was an air of tense anticipation among his crew.
“It’s almost as if they know there’s going to be a fight,” Lucas said softly to Finn as they stood on deck.
“You think they’re onto it?” said Finn.
“I don’t know,” said Lucas. “I sure as hell hope not. We need the advantage of surprise.”
“Maybe it’s just the thought of returning to the base,” said Andre. “If they know Drakov is ready to put whatever plan he’s made into action, that could account for it.”
“I’d feel a whole lot better if we had our warp discs,” Finn said.
“We’ll have to try to get some,” Lucas said. “Maybe Martingale can help. If not, we’ll have to take them from Drakov’s men.”
“We may not get that chance,” said Andre.
“I just wish we didn’t have to depend on Martingale to get the signal out,” said Finn. “Are you sure he’s straight on the fugue sequence program?”
“I showed him as best I could,” said Lucas. “He’ll be all right. He’s a pro.”
“If something goes wrong and he winds up in the dead zone, what happens then?” said Andre.
“Then nothing’s changed,” said Lucas. “It will still be up to us, just as it was in the beginning. One of us will have to try and get out to signal Forrester. The others will have to stay and destroy the sub. It will still leave a mess, but the sub has to be destroyed, no matter what. All Martingale and Dr. Darkness can do is improve our odds. We’ve still got to get the job done.”
“What about Verne and Land?” said Andre.
Lucas sighed. “We protect them, if we can. If not, well, they’ll just have to fend for themselves.”
When they were well out of sight of land, Drakov signaled the Nautilus. Within a short time, they saw its dark bulk rise up out of the waves, dwarfing the small ship they were on. Verne, who had shrugged off most of the effects of his hangover with the help of the tangy sea air, had joined them at the railing and he gasped as he saw the Nautilus rise.
“I have never seen her surface before!” he said. “What an incredible sight! She breaks the surface of the water like an island rising from beneath the waves. Small wonder sailors took her for a sea monster. She looks both terrifying and majestic.”
As the lines were tossed, bringing the schooner and the submarine closer together, men came up behind them, two for each of them, one on each side. They were grasped firmly while others, standing before them, covered them with pistols. This time, they were not black powder weapons or revolvers. These were lasers.
“Henceforth,” said Drakov, coining up to them, “you will be kept under constant guard. I shall not make the mistake Falcon made in underestimating the three of you. You shall be separated, from Verne and Land as well as from each other. Two men will remain with you at all times. Two more will serve to reinforce the first two. I know you had planned to search my cabin for the warp discs. Land told me. Perhaps he is sincere in wishing to join me. Perhaps it is a plot you hatched. In either case, I will not trust him quite yet. He will be watched, as well. If all goes according to plan, and I see no reason why it should not, you will all come away from this unharmed.”
“Just what is-” Lucas began, but Drakov interrupted him.
“No questions, Mr. Priest. T-Day is approaching. I have no more time for pleasantries nor for being a gracious, tolerant host. Take them below.”
They were escorted down into the submarine and immediately separated. The orders given to their guards were clear. They were not to be let out of sight even for a moment, not even while going to the head. The guards
