Ethan ran upon the surface of the water toward the ship. He leaped upward, gracefully landing upon the deck of the Maelstrom. He immediately shifted back to the physical realm.
Ethan stumbled as gravity took hold of him again, air filled his lungs, and the storm winds beat upon him. His face slammed into the deck as the ship bucked upon a wave. He had the feeling of jumping from a speeding horse-when you hit the ground after that split second of weightlessness and freedom. Reality smashed into him like an enraged bull. He lay on the soaked wood of the deck feeling nothing but fatigue and pain.
Gideon appeared by his side. Ethan’s ears rang. His friend seemed far away, trying to speak to him. Rain fell. That was all he could manage to focus on-the feeling of the rain on his face again. Then everything went black as Gideon’s muffled voice and the sounds of the cannons faded to nothing.
THE CAPTAIN’S TABLE
Ethan heard a soothing voice in his head. All he discerned in the darkness was a thought that was not his own. “Well done my good and faithful servant.” It was so peaceful and warm. Ethan did not want to leave it. But consciousness intruded and he heard a male voice filtering into his ears. Light penetrated the soothing darkness. The blurry images became clearer, until Ethan saw Gideon’s face looking down at him.
The warrior-priest smiled at him then. “Glad to see you’ve come back to us, friend.”
That word, friend, seemed to hang in the air and resonate. Ethan was glad to see his friend, Gideon, as well. He noticed, as his eyes took in the room beyond Gideon’s face, they were not on the deck of the Maelstrom anymore. They were in a small, warm room and Ethan was lying in a very comfortable bed with quilts over his body. A lantern burned above him, hanging on a hook fastened to the low ceiling. “Where am I?” he asked.
“The captain’s quarters,” Gideon said. “You’re a regular hero, Ethan. And when you’ve regained strength, Captain Bonifast would like to meet with us.”
“Really?”
Gideon nodded. “He’s invited us to dinner this evening.”
Gideon placed a tray on the table next to the bed. “This should perk you up a bit.”
Ethan found a bowl of soup, some sort of chowder, and a small loaf of fresh bread. The steamy vapor rose from the bowl. Gideon got up to leave. “I’ll come back to check on you in a little while. Eat that food. I’ve seen the cook and you wouldn’t want to explain to him why you left the food sitting on the tray.”
Ethan got the point and smiled, sitting up in the bed. It was so comfortable. Ethan would never have expected a rugged ship’s captain to sleep in such a comfortable bed.
“Gideon?” he asked as the priest opened the cabin door to leave.
“Yes?”
“What happened to the slaver ship?”
“I trust you will enlighten us on that very subject at dinner. After all, you sank it yesterday.”
Gideon smiled, closing the door behind him as he left the room. Ethan sat there in the bed astonished. His memory began to return. The realm shift, the demon attacker, the slaver’s cargo hold, and the secret Mordred had been hiding inside of it. Yesterday? I’ve been unconscious since yesterday?
Ethan shook his head, which still hurt. He brought the tray of steaming food over onto his lap and devoured it eagerly. He wanted to get his strength back quickly if he was going to be dining with Captain Bonifast.
Later that evening, Brass came to the captain’s cabin with a set of nice clothes for Ethan. He was large enough for his age to wear adult clothing. He had a nice, white button up shirt with a cuffed collar and dark brown trousers with a brown leather belt. Brown leather boots and a finely tailored blue waistcoat finished the ensemble.
Brass waited outside while Ethan changed into the clothes. Then he escorted the boy to the captain’s dining room, down the hall. When he walked into the room, Gideon and Captain Bonifast were already having a friendly conversation at the table. “Ethan! Come in, lad, come in,” Bonifast said. “We were worried that you might not wake up for a while.”
“Just wore me out, I guess,” Ethan said. He watched Gideon’s facial expressions, trying to gauge how much he should reveal. Gideon gave him a knowing look and nod. Evidently, it was time for honesty with their new ally.
“Let’s sit down, gentlemen. We have much to discuss,” Bonifast said.
They each took a seat at the rectangular hardwood table. It held fresh bread and cheese next to a candelabra. Ethan noticed the candleholder fastened to the table with small nails in order to keep it from sliding around as the ship moved with the sea. “I’ve had Cook prepare roast pig for us this evening, men,” Bonifast said.
“That sounds wonderful,” Ethan said. The chowder earlier had revived his healthy appetite.
“Good, then perhaps we should ask our priest to request the Lord’s blessing upon our time of fellowship,” Bonifast said.
“Of course,” Gideon said, bowing his head. “Our Lord Shaddai, we thank you for passing over our sins and for the life and strength you give each of us. Please bless our time of food and fellowship and may our intertwined paths bring glory to your name. Amen.”
“By all means, gentlemen, have some food and drink. Cook will bring out the main course very soon.”
Ethan took a piece of the bread and reached for the metal pitcher on the table. It was filled with a mixture of fruit juices. When he poured the thick mixture into his glass and drank it, the blend tasted tangy and sweet.
“How do you like it?” Bonifast asked.
“Very good,” Ethan said.
“It is a unique blend. Cook prepares it for us on special occasions. I believe it contains juices from oranges, pineapples, strawberries, and banana to give it a rich flavor.”
Bonifast took the pitcher and poured some for Gideon and himself. He tore away a piece of bread and took a piece of cheese as well. “Now, questions,” he said. “I suppose you would like to know exactly what we are doing here on the Maelstrom.”
Both Gideon and Ethan nodded as they chewed their food.
“Well, as I said before, I am captain of the Maelstrom. I am also a former pirate.” That much Ethan had already guessed. He had a pirate’s manner about him-fearlessness bordering on madness.
“I have been serving under the auspices of King Stephen of Wayland for about five years now as he gathers his army in hopes of removing Mordred from power here in Nod. We are currently on our way to rendezvous with about twenty other ships, which comprise a portion of Stephen’s fleet. Some of these are mercenary ships.”
“King Stephen is using mercenaries?” Gideon asked.
“In this war they’ll either fight for Mordred, or us. We’d rather have them fighting for us. They may not necessarily be loyal to the cause, but they are loyal to gold. So, we take what we can get,” Bonifast said, biting off a piece of cheese.
There was logic in what the captain was saying, but Ethan had never heard any good things about mercenaries. They fought for the highest bidder without love for God, king, or country. They were not to be trusted.
“What happens when you rendezvous with this fleet?” Ethan asked.
“We will sail for Emmanuel and attack the city, coordinating with a ground force already on the move. We should commence the attack within two days time. As you may, or may not know, Mordred keeps a substantial compliment of ships from the old royal navy moored in the harbor at Emmanuel. It will be our job to destroy as many as possible.”
“Do you actually believe you can take the royal city?” Gideon asked. “Mordred almost certainly knows Stephen’s ground army is on the way, and he’ll be waiting for it.”
“We are aware of that fact, Gideon,” Bonifast said. “However, while it would be tremendous to actually capture the city, we are hoping to at least weaken the army Mordred is already putting together. Our sources indicate he is commissioning a great many people from outside of the Kingdom of Nod to fight for him.”
