Celebes, but the local visibility was near perfect. Where was the other ship?
“Lookout reports a sail beyond the headland, bearing two two five,” proclaimed the talker. Matt shifted his glass, but saw nothing because of the dense jungle that grew right down to the shoreline off the starboard bow. The lookout had a better vantage point, and the high masts of the Grik allowed them to see and signal at an even greater distance.
“Well, two for sure,” Matt said speculatively. “Question now is whether the one we’re chasing will turn to join her consort or continue on, leading us away. It might tell us a lot about them.”
“Will it make a difference?” Keje asked anxiously.
“It shouldn’t, in the short term.” Matt was silent for a moment. “Say you had two or three fast ships and had just found the home of the Grik. They pursue. There’s no way you can win a fight, but it’s vitally important that someone get away with the information. What would you do?”
Theoretical speculation wasn’t always a Lemurian strong point, Matt had noticed, but now Keje stared at the stern of the Grik ship while his mind sorted possibilities.
“I’d flee in a direction different than my consorts and hope they might chase me or one of the others. Perhaps one might escape. Much like the original Leaving. If the herd splinters, the hunters cannot get them all.”
Matt nodded. “Or the hunters might get them all one at a time. But what else might you try? If it looked like none would escape?”
“I might fight them, to delay them. Or ask one of the others to do so.”
“Yeah.” He paced to the helmsman and glanced at the compass pelorus in front of the wheel. Then he returned and looked at the sky, gauging the wind again. The Grik ship was in the strait. They also saw the other enemy ship, crowding more sail and hugging the coastline, sailing south-southwest. If the closer ship intended to follow, now was the time to turn. “The question is,” Matt continued, “would you have ever thought the Grik might do such a thing?”
Keje was flabbergasted by the thought. He found it difficult enough to believe they were running away at all. The idea of any strategic or self-sacrificing thought entering a Grik head was so foreign and horrifying that it left him momentarily speechless. And yet he’d been watching the wind. Unlike the destroyerman, who relied so much on his engines, Keje was always conscious of the wind. He didn’t need a compass to tell him the Grik should have already turned.
“If they think information about Baalkpan is more important than their lives, it would imply a more sophisticated enemy than the ‘rear up and run at ’em’ sort we thought we faced.” Matt was watching the lizard ship as he spoke, and then he suddenly peered through the binoculars again. “Damn,” he muttered as sails shivered and the enemy’s hull changed aspect. “I sure hoped I was wrong. They can’t get away, but they’re not changing course to follow their friend-a heading that would give them more speed, by the way. Anyway”-he looked at Keje-“they want to fight. To ‘delay’ us.” He shook his head. “Not happy about that at all.” To the talker: “Have Mr. Garrett commence firing. Helm? Let’s go after the other one. We don’t have the fuel to screw around.”
The salvo buzzer screeched. While Walker described a leisurely turn to starboard, three rounds from the number two gun left the large, once beautiful ship a shattered, smoking wreck, sinking in their wake. A four-inch projectile isn’t very large in the grand scheme of naval riflery, but high-explosive against a wooden hull is no contest. Two rounds should have been enough, but Silva was pointer and his crewmates had noticed he wasn’t quite himself. Good-natured ribbing followed his first inexplicable miss, but the ’Cats on board were suitably impressed by the effect of the second and third shells. Now Walker loped after the other red ship… and Silva glared at Chack. A moment later he grinned.
Keje stood beside Matt, sitting in his sacred chair on the starboard side of the pilothouse. Far ahead, but slowly growing, was their next quarry. Matt was impressed by its speed. There was a fine breeze and it must have been making close to thirteen knots. A short while before, they’d passed half-submerged casks and other objects and it was clear the Grik were lightening ship. He gauged the distance.
“Keje,” he said, “I’d like to take that ship. They came snooping around to find out about us, and I want to return the favor. There’s just too much about them we don’t know, like where they come from, what they’re doing and what they want. Do they really have a dozen ships in the Java Sea? More? I’m sick of never knowing what my people have to face!” He paused. “After we take out her masts, I’ll have the machine guns and rifles kill as many as they can. Then we’ll board. My question to you is do you think we can do it with a minimal… loss of life? My guess is they’ll mass in the open, to receive us, and we’ll be able to whittle them down considerably. But I have to rely on your people to do the bulk of the fighting. I can’t spare many men for the boarding party and still operate the ship. Besides”-he gestured at the scota at Keje’s side-“few of us are skilled in this type of fighting. Most who are were at the parade ground when we left.” He took a deep breath and saw the gleam of anticipation in Keje’s eyes. No one had boarded a Grik ship! The glory for Salissa would be beyond compare. The deed would be recorded in the very Scrolls!
Matt held up a hand. “I said I’d like to take it. One thing I’ve got to check first.” He got up, stepped to the aft bulkhead, and activated the engine room comm. “Engineering, this is the captain. Let me speak to Mr. McFarlane.”
“Aye, aye, sir.” A moment later the engineer’s gruff voice said, “McFarlane here.”
“Fuel, Spanky.”
There was a momentary pause, then a sigh. “Captain, if we reduce speed, secure number three and turn back right now, we might make it in without a tow.”
“What about the wood?”
There was silence on the other end.
“We can burn the wood, Spanky.”
Lieutenant McFarlane responded resignedly. “Aye, sir, we can burn the wood, but then the boiler’ll be down for however long it takes to clean out all the ash, and I can’t answer for whether or not it’ll screw anything up.” His voice was almost pleading. “Captain, by some miracle we’ve managed to keep three boilers operational. But there’re no major repair parts in the entire frigging world.”
Matt’s shoulders slumped and he nodded at the intercom as if Spanky was standing before him. “Very well. Prepare to secure number three.” He turned to the expectant faces in the pilothouse, then glanced out the windows at the Grik ship little more than a mile ahead. “Damn.” He saw disappointment on Keje’s face, in spite of the feline lack of expression. “We’ll get another chance. It’s time we learned something about your ‘Ancient Enemy.’ We must!” He strode back to his chair and looked at the ship ahead.
“Sink it.”
It was dusk when they crept back into the bay. The fuel bunkers were entirely empty and the steam pressure had dropped to the point that maneuvering alongside the dock was out of the question. They dropped anchor close to where they had when they first arrived, and Matt wearily rubbed his eyes. None of the locals came out to see what was happening in the strait in case they needed assistance, and he’d been afraid they’d have to burn the wood anyway. The PBY was floating in its usual spot by the pier and he wondered how much longer it would have been before Lieutenant Mallory squandered some of the precious fuel they’d topped it off with to come and look for them. He saw several figures standing on the wing in the gloom, staring at them even now.
“We’ll start ferrying Keje’s people ashore immediately,” he said. “We’ll warp the ship over in the morning.”
“Do not be discouraged!” Keje admonished him. He’d gotten over his own disappointment and was now almost giddy with their easy success. “You’ve won a great victory, and for my own sake, I’m glad Salissa was with you!”
“He’s right,” said Sandra. She’d been with them on the bridge ever since it became clear that there’d be no battle casualties. She gestured at the city, the lights even now beginning to burn. The dock was again lined with a chaotic throng, only this time instead of panic there was jubilation. “Those people saw their enemy for the first time today, many of them, and now they know that enemy isn’t invincible. It’ll mean a lot.”
“It would have meant more if we could’ve gotten some information, and we still don’t know about that third ship.” In the last moments before Walker destroyed it, the Grik hoisted the same signal the first one had. Nothing was seen by the lookout, so even if there had been another Grik nearby, it probably wasn’t close enough to see the flags. Still…
“As you told me earlier,” Keje reminded Matt, “there will be another time.”
Matt turned to Bernie Sandison. “You have the watch. I’ll escort Captain Keje ashore, or to his ship, if he
