Ghassan turned to him.
“I’m a man of hidden talents, Ursa. Now, shall we get on with this?”
With a nod, the heavy-set, tattooed man sank into his seat and pulled it up to the table. Ghassan nodded to himself and returned to his own seat, pulling it forward next to the unconscious form of his victim, and leaning with his elbows on the table conspiratorially.
“I’ve no idea what your captain’s grand plan is, but I am with him now, entirely. My duty is done and I am committed to helping get your crew and your ship out. I don’t want to have to perform any more demonstrations so, if anyone is still unsure, leave the tavern now.
He waited for a moment. There was silence and a great number of meaningful looks were exchanged, but nobody stood.
“Good. This is going to be hard enough if we’re all reading from the same scroll, if you get my drift. Now… are we safe enough to talk here, so long as we keep our voices down?”
Ursa nodded.
“Lot of friends of the Empress here, sir, so no problem as long as you’re quiet.”
“Good. The way I see it, we’ve two distinct goals here, and they each have their problems. Firstly, we’ve got to get your shipmates out of the stockade, and secondly we’ve got to get on board the Empress and get her underway before anyone raises the alarm.”
The man across the table next to the recently vacated seat, who had clearly been verging on attacking Ghassan himself, leaned back, his brow furrowed.
“I’ve been in that stockade, drunk and detained. There’s no easy way in or out. There’s a compound with three huts for the port guard: guard house, armament store, and bunk house. The compound’s walled and patrolled, with only one gate. The stockade is inside that, and has its own permanent guard. I’m not even going to go into how hard it’ll be to get the Empress out…”
Ursa nodded.
“I helped the cap’n get the big liquid fire pots from the store, but that was easy. The ammunition store backs onto the perimeter wall. The stockade’s inside, though; much more difficult.”
Ghassan frowned.
“There are only eight guards in the compound at night on a normal night. Given the current situation with them looking for myself and my brother, I would expect them to double the guard, and they’ll be more alert than usual. So we’re looking at perhaps sixteen guards.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“You say you got into the armament store?”
“Yes” Ursa replied, shrugging. “It backs onto the outer wall. The cap’n and I went over the wall onto the roof of the place and just took some of the tiles away and climbed in. That was easy, coz the man on the door was asleep. Tonight’ll be different, though. They won’t be asleep, there’ll be more of them, and you’ll need to get past that and across the compound.”
Ghassan grinned.
“I think I have an idea how we can do this. In fact, if I’ve got this worked out right, it’ll help with getting the Empress away too.”
The crew collectively frowned, but they were used to such tight-lipped confidence from their own captain, so this was nothing new.
“I give you my word” Ghassan said, his face straight, “and my word is not given lightly, that I am in allegiance with my brother and I intend to do everything I can to get the Empress and her crew out of M’Dahz. Do I have your word that you won’t make stupid attempts to knife me in the back as soon as I turn it?”
There was a general murmur of assent, though Ghassan would have liked a little more vehemence about it. Ursa leaned on the table and gestured at him with a finger.
“We’re all honest men, cap’n… or at least as honest as ever trod on Lassos. The boss carefully chose every man here over years, shipping out crewmen he didn’t trust or that didn’t have the right sort of character for him, if’n you know what I mean. You’ll have no trouble from us, but every man here, me included, wants to know why you’re doing this, you being a naval man and all?”
Ghassan raised his brow and nodded slowly.
“That’s a fair question. Firstly, I am not turning against my former comrades… that would be unthinkable. Consequently, I will not attack a naval ship or crewman without just cause.”
He sat back heavily.
“But I know my brother. He is not a bloodthirsty maniac and, despite appearances, he is as noble and honourable as I. He has some grand plan that he’s not shared with any of us yet, but I’ve seen for decades how his mind works, and he’s cleverer than any of us.”
The frowning man beside the empty chair narrowed his eyes.
“That’s half an answer. You’ve spent years hunting your brother down and now you want to join him? There’s got to be more to it than that.”
Ghassan nodded.
“Truly, I wouldn’t be here by pure choice. Unfortunately, when the woman responsible for all of this sold your captain out to the governor, she also blackened my name and made me a traitor in the eyes of my superiors. Had I stayed in the tower, I would be dead within the week. My brother offered me the chance to free myself and clear my name.”
The other pirate laughed.
“Strange directions the fates take you, captain, when you have to join pirates to clear your name.”
Ghassan laughed. “Strange, indeed; but nothing that involves my brother is ever what it seems at first to be. Come on. Let’s wake your friend here and get to serious planning.”
In which Ghassan’s scheme goes into action
Ghassan raised an eyebrow questioningly in the shadow of the wall.
“S’alright cap’n. I can manage.”
Nodding at Ursa, Ghassan turned away from the first officer and his three companions and crept along the edge of the building until he rounded the corner to join the rest of the crew once more, disappearing from sight.
Ursa heaved a sigh, though he wasn’t sure that it was one of relief. It was entirely possible that this brother was crazier than their own captain. However, the big man had to admit, there was enough innovation and general brilliance about the man’s thinking that it was not hard to see how the Wind of God had been such a hazard to them over the years. Ghassan and Samir were certainly of a kind.
Stretching, he gestured to the men with him to pay attention to their surroundings. Was he equally insane to agree to such a dangerous mission with so few men? He almost laughed out loud.
Returning to his tense waiting, he cast his eyes round at his companions once more. Hidden within the shadow cast by the L-shaped exterior of one of the port’s many warehouses, the four pirates crouched, hidden and watching the complex opposite intently. The only positive thing that Ursa could really say about the plan was that they would be unlikely to bump into folk here. This area was a long way from the taverns and populated areas. Here, the guards’ compound stood out starkly among jumbled clusters of warehouses and few people would tread at night, the legitimate folk of M’Dahz having no reason to be here and the less savoury staying a good distance from the centre of the town guard’s control.
Funny really, how the presence of the law was the thing that kept the streets empty enough for the criminals and fugitives to move around safely and unobserved.
Ursa grinned. Two decades ago, as a young man, he’d been part of the M’Dahz militia based in this very port and in those days the buildings across the road and their perimeter wall had been his home. Then had come the Empire’s collapse and Ursa, like so many others, had been driven to piracy to sustain himself. Having served as an oarsman and then commander of a boarding party on the Gorgon’s Revenge, he’d come to the Dark Empress under captain Khmun as a solid officer with a good reputation.
