'Hail and well met,' she addressed them.
'Hail and well met, lady,' a white-haired sailor in Amnian dress responded. He touched the tips of his fingers to the triangle of copper coins attached to his blue turban. His beard was white like his hair, and so was the fierce mustache that flared straight out at the sides.
'You've news of Waterdeep?' Sabyna said.
'Aye,' the sailor replied, 'but only bad news, I'm afraid. You're from there?'
'No. I'm Sabyna, ship's mage of Breezerunner, helmed by Captain Tynnel. We've traded there and I have a few friends who live there.'
One of the other sailors glanced at the old one. 'Breezerunner's a good ship, Narik. Heard of her. And her captain's a good man.'
Narik nodded. His rheumy eyes regarded Sabyna, then flicked over Jherek. 'Are you bound, then, to Waterdeep, lady?'
'Not on this trip,' Sabyna said. 'We're only going as far north as Baldur's Gate.'
'Tell your captain what I tell you. There'll be plenty of gold for a man willing to take his ship into Waterdeep for the next few months. If he's willing to chance the risk to his life and ship.'
'Hell probably already know,' she said, 'but tell me why.'
'You've heard nothing?' Narik asked.
Sabyna shook her head. 'We only got into the harbor this morning. We were becalmed for a time since leaving Velen.'
'Waterdeep was invaded,' Narik said.
'By who?' Jherek asked.
He remembered the City of Splendors from the trips he'd taken there with Finaren. During his visits he'd never been daring enough to go very deeply into the city. Most of Butterfly's crew had their usual haunts along the Dock Ward, rarely venturing out of the festhalls and taverns, places where Jherek had never felt overly comfortable. He'd spent mornings in Butterfly's rigging just watching the sun come up behind the towering mountain where Castle Waterdeep stood. As tall as the mountain was, the shadow of the heights hung over the harbor long after the sun rose in the morning. Sunlight came into the coast from the water as the sun climbed, making it look like the morning light came in on the tide.
'The sahuagin. There were thousands of them, over a month ago at the end of Fleetswake, and they got into Waterdeep Harbor before the guard knew it. Her navy proved no defense against the invaders' forces.'
'What forces? Ships?' Jherek asked. He'd watched the Waterdhavian Guard on maneuvers. Very few crews could hold a candle to what they could do with their rakers, and that wasn't even taking into account the other defenses that lined the city's shores.
'Oh, the sea devils had no few of those,' Narik confirmed.
'From the stories I've heard, the sahuagin had captured fifteen or twenty vessels, then sailed them right into the harbor slick as the snot from a dung-eating camel,' another man stated.
'The guard would have caught that,' Jherek objected.
'They didn't, boy,' the man said testily, one hard knuckled hand fisting on the curved dagger in his waist sash.
'Sorcery was involved,' Narik said, soothing his comrade's temper. 'We know that for sure. Besides the guard missing those ships full of sahuagin, a storm summoned by some sorcerous intent whipped over the Dock Ward and tore down a number of buildings.'
'Aye,' a black sailor interrupted. 'I heard Arnagus the Shipwright even lost a vessel that he was building in dry dock when the water lifted it out to the harbor. I've been told the waves were twenty and thirty feet tall.'
'The sahuagin don't have anything to do with sorcery,' Sabyna pointed out.
'Well, they did this night,' Narik told her. 'In addition to the thousands of sahuagin and the storm, there were all manner of sea creatures who fought side by side with the sea devils.'
'How was that possible?' Jherek asked.
'That's what the mages in Waterdeep are asking right now,' the sailor answered. 'The city's properly defended and warded, but that attack, even with the extra manpower in port, was disastrous.'
'Does Waterdeep still stand?' Sabyna asked.
'Aye,' Narik replied. 'By the grace of the gods and the strength of Lord Piergeiron's arm, and Maskar Wands's and Khelben Arunsun's magic. Many lives were lost, but the sahuagin were turned. In the meantime, shipping's all but stopped coming out of Waterdeep. Merchants are sitting in the ruins of the Dock Ward offering princely sums for any ship that would take their goods out. The only news we've got out of there has been from caravans traveling overland.'
'In part, most cargo captains fear the return of the sahuagin,' a skinny sailor with a wandering eye said, 'and they have been responsible for bringing a few ships down. They sail those cursed mantas and attack any ship alone at sea.'
Jherek remembered the sahuagin attack on Butterfly, feeling a chill rattle through him now that he knew that assault had been part of a larger agenda.
'Most cargo ships don't carry a crew big enough to repel a manta complement of sahuagin,' the sailor with the wandering eye went on. 'I've heard they've taken twenty ships over the last five days, and mayhap more than that since these stories were given only by survivors of attacks.'
'The sahuagin haven't ever meant to leave survivors,'
Narik said, 'not unless they were planning on torturing them later.'
Jherek couldn't believe the numbers of ships the sailors were talking about, or the fact that the sahuagin were acting together so well. For the moment, he forgot his own problems, forgot even that Sabyna had not taken her hand from his arm. His mind wandered, wrestling with the problem of how the attack had taken place and what it must have been like to be there. He wished Malorrie was there to talk to. Though Madame litaar was familiar with history and battles and even politics, Malorrie relished in such discussions. He silently wished he'd been there, able to lend his blade to Waterdeep's defense.
'What the sea devils haven't claimed,' Narik went on, 'the pirates have. They seem to have gathered in the Nelanther and decided that Waterdeep's ill luck was their good fortune. They've taken a dozen and more ships that we know of that's been bound in either direction in the Sea of Swords.'
'That's why there are so many fighting men gathered in Athkatla today,' the black sailor said. 'The festhalls and taverns are filled with mercenaries and sellswords waiting to be picked up by captains who're courageous enough to brave the waters north of here.'
'Lady,' Narik said, 'if you're bound to Baldur's Gate, talk to your captain if he hasn't already heard. Those are dangerous waters these times. There are some tongues wagging that during Fleetswake in Waterdeep that someone tried to rob Umberlee's Cache and all of this is part of a curse the Bitch Queen has put on Waterdeep.'
'They blame the actions of the sahuagin as well on her?' Sabyna asked.
Narik shrugged and said, 'Lady, who else could summon up storms and cause the sea creatures that were seen in the invasion of Waterdeep to align themselves with the sea devils? Many sailors have seen Umberlee's hand in this. There's no other explanation.'
Sabyna thanked them for the news, then headed out of the marketplace, threading through the large crowds.
'We've got to find Tynnel,' she said to Jherek. 'I'm sure he already knows, but if he doesn't, he needs to know now, and we need to make plans for the trip to Baldur's Gate. If we're going to make it at all.'
'Aye,' Jherek replied.
An eagerness moved through him, though, along with the fear. Memory of the pirate-stricken vessel they'd found the boy in filled his mind. He wasn't afraid for himself, but for the pretty ship's mage.
'You try the festhalls and taverns,' she went on as they exited the marketplace and walked out onto the street beyond, 'while I try the mercantile houses where we normally do business. We'll meet back on Breezerunner.'
'As you wish,' he told her.
She turned and gave him a fleeting smile, but it didn't quite touch the worry he saw in her eyes. 'Be safe,' she said, 'until I see you again.' She gave his arm a final squeeze, letting him know she'd been aware of the
