painted a frightening picture last night not only of the captain’s exploits, but also of his personal pastimes. Gharic would not leave the day without murdering the pair of them, and so he was clearly the most dangerous.
Except…
He turned to look across the port rail. To their immediate left sat wallowing the great dark bulk of the Sea Witch, now under the command of a strange easterner called Sho-han, but until recently the vessel of the very councillor Saja who now leaned across their own command rail, scratching his ebony scalp and playing idly with one of his ear-rings as he scrutinised the Imperial fleet opposite.
Yes… the Sea Witch could well be as much trouble as the Hart’s Heart. Whatever good master Culin thought could come of this and however sure Samir was of their situation, the hawk-like Halcar had trapped the Empress between the two ships that held the firmest connection to the council. Ghassan would be unable to manoeuvre without presenting a soft side to one or the other.
Therefore it hardly mattered what Ghassan thought of the two other enemy ships beyond the Sea Witch, or captain Faerus’ Golden Dawn that lay trapped between other more vicious pirates on that flank.
In short, they could rely on only three of the twelve vessels and each of those was thoroughly constrained by the other pirate ships. He shook his head once again.
“Captain?”
Ghassan blinked and reined in his wandering and somewhat gloomy thoughts at the parchment-thin voice that had called from the rail.
Samir smiled at Ghassan and raised his brow, flicking his eyes toward the three council members in the most commanding position on the bridge. Ghassan pulled himself away from the rail with a groan of discomfort and joined his brother as they strode across to join the masters of Lassos. The tall first officer wiped the eternally bothersome curls from his forehead where they kept becoming plastered down with a mix of salty mist and sweat. This strange calm while the two fleets sat facing one another was almost too much to bear. Every ounce of command experience in him told him they had to make a move soon.
“Master Halcar?” Samir asked lightly.
The elderly pirate turned a sour face on the brothers.
“Your lookout says there is a signal showing from below the bowsprit on the enemy flagship. I would be interested to know how you got your men on the governor’s own ship?”
Samir ignored the question and squinted through the rigging.
“We should get a clear view from over there” he said, pointing at the side rail.
Without waiting for a reply, Samir strode to the port side and leaned over the edge where he could just see the winking lantern against the dark timbers of the massive daram’s hull across the open water that separated the fleets. He grinned.
“That’s our signal at last, master Halcar.”
The older councillor, along with the ebony skinned and somewhat grumpy looking Saja leaned across the rail next to Samir and peered off into the distance. There was a long, silent moment as Halcar and Saja translated the flashing signal. Halcar turned to Samir, his face an uncomfortable mix of suspicion and confusion.
“What does that mean: ‘yes’?”
Samir smiled.
“It means that all my coins have come down right-side up, master Halcar… my apologies.”
Halcar’s brow furrowed for only a moment before shock and terror swept across his mean and twisted features when the glistening dark bulk of councillor Saja heaved him over the rail with an easy push. The eldest and most senior pirate lord of Lassos disappeared beneath the waves that splashed against the timbers of the Empress, but not before his head had struck the hull with a heavy ‘clonk’.
Ghassan stared as the ebony pirate master turned and flashed a brilliant white grin at Samir, squaring his shoulders.
“He was really beginning to get on my nerves, Samir. I couldn’t have waited much longer!”
Ghassan’s mouth flapped open and closed a few times as the two pirates before him clasped hands. Behind them, master Culin strode across the deck, the dozen burly men at his back now.
“I daresay you could use another dozen good men right now, Samir?”
The captain of the Empress laughed.
“You have no idea, Culin. I think my brother will find places for them.”
Finally, Ghassan managed a hoarse exclamation of astonishment. Samir turned his irritating grin on his brother.
“I don’t like leaving things to chance, Ghassan… you know that!”
Ghassan laughed.
“Then the Sea Witch…?”
Councillor Saja beamed at him.
“Is awaiting my signal, master Ghassan.”
Samir turned again. A noise attracted their attention from the starboard rail. Someone aboard the Hart’s Heart had apparently noticed that something was wrong. Perhaps they had seen master Halcar taking his final dive into the brine. Whatever the cause, there was no time left to ponder. Samir straightened.
“Ghassan? Pass the word to the boarding parties and the artillerists and have the lookout give the signal.”
Ghassan nodded as he turned, wincing once more at the pain in his back. Whatever the future held, it would all be decided within the hour, now. After a youth spent bouncing from one horror to another that had hardened them for their adulthood, and then decades spent in bloody opposition as they both lost sight of their original goal, the sons of Nadia, the sweetest flower of M’Dahz, stood side by side, doing what they both knew to be right and with an opportunity at last to change the world.
Despite himself, he found himself grinning like the little boy who had won the fiercest rooftop race that Samir had ever devised and sat in the cool shade of the temple tower as he basked in his own achievement. He laughed a carefree laugh, drawing curious looks from the men around him.
“Artillery section? Make your target the Hart’s Heart.”
The artillerist saluted as he ran off among the small detachment that manned the cruel machines at the central fortified section. Ghassan turned his gaze upward and cupped his hands to his mouth to bellow aloft, but removed them again with a smile as he saw that the lookout was already doing the job. Samir’s crew were almost instinctively fast.
Ghassan beamed up at the Imperial naval pennant that unfurled, blue and green and bursting with pride, fluttering in the wind and changing the entire nature of the vessel.
The act must not have gone unnoticed, as the commotion that broke out on board the other vessels clearly indicated. Ghassan laughed as he watched an identical pennant unfurl aboard the Sea Witch. From captain in the Imperial navy, to vagabond, then second in command of a pirate vessel and now full circle back to a naval first officer! Strange, the turns that life can take a person down. He jogged back to the command deck just as he heard the first crashes of artillery, beginning the action proper.
“Samir? Everything’s set. I’ve got firepower concentrating on the Hart…”
The last comment may have been unnecessary as he was forced to duck to avoid the horrifying flying splinters that exploded from both ships as their artillerists sought to do as much damage as possible, despite the close range hampering their ability to aim scuttling shots. As the shower of deadly shards dissipated, claiming three men on the deck to their horrifying points, Ghassan gestured at the enemy vessel next to them.
“I’m still not sure whether four against eight is a good number, Samir!”
Samir laughed.
“Aren’t you forgetting about the governor’s fleet?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Samir. By the time they get underway and reach us, it’ll all be over!”
Master Culin leaned across between them, grasped Ghassan’s arm and turned him deliberately to port, where he pointed at the Imperial fleet, sitting silent across the calm sea. Ghassan frowned for a moment and then his eyes widened as he saw a great ball of fiery hell catapult from one of the Governor’s ships. His eyes followed the flaming arc as his mouth dropped open. With an almost unbelievable accuracy, the great mass came down on the deck of the pirate three ships to port. The effect was instant and frenzied. The pirates panicked at the sudden realisation that, not only were they within artillery range of the Imperial fleet, but they had been sitting in place
