pass it up either.
'I've got a candle here that's got a bit of magic in it,' the first mate said, rummaging in the pouch he kept at his waist. 'Once it's lit, it'll burn underwater as well. Mage who sold it to me called it a candle of everburning. Cost me a lot, but a man at sea in the dark, light gets to be a most precious thing, you know?'
'Aye,' Jherek said. He knew from experience how hopeful lights, even along an unknown coastline, could make a crew feel.
Mornis lit the candle and it caught with no problem even in the breeze blowing over the rowboat. He stepped to the rowboat's edge and dropped into the water.
Jherek followed the man, cleaving the water cleanly, not leaving the rush of bubbles behind the way Breezerunner's first mate did. He focused on the candle in the first mate's hand. The soft yellow glow belled out almost ten feet in all directions before the darkness of the water absorbed it.
The dulled splash of another body diving into the water sounded behind Jherek. He turned and looked up, watching as Sabyna swam toward him. The raggamoffyn took to the water as well, eeling through the ocean with more grace than the young sailor would have credited the creature with. He paused and waved the ship's mage back. She shook her head at him and kept swimming.
Turning his attention back to the cog now that he was near enough to see it, Jherek knew from the way it had broken in half that the ship had been sheared by its enemy. Arrows jutted out along the hull above where he believed the waterline would have been. A man's body, bloated and swollen from its time at sea and showing signs of having been attacked by small marine predators, twisted in the ship's rigging that dangled down from the broken deck.
With the way the cog was tilted, Jherek knew nothing survived in the cargo hold. It had been broken open to the sea and all compartments filled. That left only the stern cabin.
Evidently Mornis had the same thought because the first mate swam for the cabin at once. The cabin's door was tucked away under the ladder leading to the stern castle. On its side as the ship was, the cabin door faced down.
The thumping echoed through the sea, sounding eerily displaced and more immediate in the water. The first mate put his shoulder to the door and pushed but couldn't budge it.
The thumping repeated, suddenly showing more vigor, and Jherek knew someone was still alive on the ship. He swam to the first mate's side. Mornis moved the candle, showing the gaps between door and frame had been pressed together by the structural damage done to the cog and the depth's pressing in at it. The lock inside held it closed.
Desperate, his time to stay underwater with the oxygen in his lungs already growing short, Jherek used his knife to pry out the hinge bolts, letting them drop to the ocean bed hundreds of feet below. He sunk his hook into the wood beside the door to give himself more leverage, then flipped around so he could slam his feet into the door.
When he kicked out the third time, already going lightheaded from lack of oxygen and from the effort he was expending, the door turned sideways in its frame.
Mornis reached up and yanked it away, then swam inside with the candle leading the way.
Jherek went after him, trusting that some kind of air existed inside the cabin if someone was still alive. If there wasn't, he felt he could still make the surface before he passed out.
Books and other debris swirled around in the murky water, lit up by the candle. Even as he neared the surface inside the cabin, he glimpsed the boy standing there against one wall, immersed up to his chest.
The boy couldn't have been over nine years old, Jherek knew as he surfaced. Small framed and lean, the boy clung to the sconce mounted on the wall with fading strength. He held onto a brass candlestick with the other, using it as a weapon. His black hair was plastered against his head, and his eyes and nose were reddened from crying.
Jherek took a deep, shuddering breath and waited, giving the boy space. Mornis knew the boy was panic- stricken and stayed back as well.
'Easy, lad,' the first mate said softly. 'We're here to help you. Heard you knocking. You look like you're about all done in.'
'They're all dead!' the boy screeched, fresh tears wetting his face. He held the candlestick threateningly.
'I know, lad. We seen 'em.' Mornis swam forward, offering his hand. 'I need you to come with me. We've got to be getting you out of here.'
'Stay away!'
'Lad, you've been trying to save yourself for a long time from the looks of things,' Mornis said, 'but you can't hold on much longer. This old ship, she ain't going to last much longer neither.'
'I don't know you,' the boy shrilled. 'I want my father!'
Jherek felt helpless, watching the boy trapped between grief and fear. It was a bad place to be. He knew from personal experience. His father's voice haunted him. So, are you gonna be a pirate and take your place proper on Bun-yip, or ain't you? Live or die, boy. The choice is simple. He forced the words away, tucking them back into that piece of his mind where the nightmares hid.
'What's your name?' Jherek asked softly and calmly.
The boy refused to answer, drawing big gulps of air as he frantically looked from one face to another.
'My name's Jherek.' Too late, he remembered that he was supposed to keep his identity secret. If Sabyna or Mornis noticed, though, they kept it to themselves. He didn't think he'd even been introduced to the first mate. 'Tell me your name.'
'Wyls,' the boy said. 'My father put me in here and told me to stay. Where is he?'
Jherek shook his head and kicked with his feet to take some of the distance away between them. 'I don't know, but we can try to find out.'
'He should be coming for me,' the boy cried. 'He told me he'd be back.'
Jherek took another deep breath, maintaining eye contact with the boy. He willed both of them to be calm. His heart hammered in his chest, though, and he knew his lungs were struggling with the trapped air in the cabin. The ship must have been underwater for hours. Maybe there'd been more air trapped in the pocket earlier, but what was left was fouled from being breathed again and again.
'Let me take you to him.'
'Will you help me find him?'
Jherek looked at the hungry, desperate gaze. 'I'll help you if I can.' He lifted his hand from the water, offering it to the boy. Water dripped from his fingers, making concentric circles across the ocean surface trapped in the room with them.
'Liar!' The boy struck out with the candlestick.
Jherek barely had time to draw his hand back before the instrument smacked into the water. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sabyna wave her hand.
In response, her raggamoffyn familiar shot up from the water in his serpent's shape. Before anyone could react, the raggamoffyn exploded into hundreds of wet fabric pieces that flew through the air. They hovered around the boy like a bee swarm, twisting and turning like gulls gliding through storm weather. The fabric pieces covered every inch of the boy's body, including his eyes, nose and mouth, slamming into place with wet splashes. When the raggamoffyn finished, the boy looked like a mummy. He screamed, his voice thin and hollow, echoing in the limited space. The raggamoffyn held fast, following every movement with its shape. The boy clawed at the fabric pieces, trying to rip them free.
'Foul beast,' Mornis exclaimed, drawing back fast enough to make even the magic candle gutter for an instant.
Jherek started forward, his knife already in hand. 'Leave him alone,' Sabyna said.
Torn by what was going on, feeling guilty for even being a part of it, he glanced back at her. The boy's screams continued unabated. 'This isn't right. He's going to be more scared than ever.'
She looked at him and didn't flinch from the accusation in his eyes or the whimpers the boy had been reduced to. 'This way he'll live,' she said. 'We all will. Can't you feel the currents changing?'
Now that she'd mentioned it, Jherek did feel it, and he knew what it meant. 'It's getting colder,' he said. 'We're sinking again.'
