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SULA’S SONG : Part 64 : WHEN MASTERS WORK TOGETHER : A World of Sea tale (Work In Progress)

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SULA’S SONG : WHEN MASTERS WORK TOGETHER

Part 64

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

151159  words presently written, WORK IN PROGRESS

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The Corlis fleet Masters of Boat-building were gathered around the two captured Boren fire ships, more like boats, actually.  Most were shaking their heads at what they were seeing.  A few were carefully examining the ideas that had gone into the design.

Master Addix of the Moonsrise pointed out, “That narrow, deep hull makes it really fast when tacking.  It has the Dragon's own sideslip resistance.  That lets them attack us from almost any angle.  Sure, the workmanship is less than perfect.  They are only using it once!”

Master Arden of the Carlyle's boat shop suggested, “If we take the basic ideas in this thing, we could make a pretty fierce attack boat! Sure, it needs outriggers to stay upright but somebody was thinking when they designed them, too.  If we put one of these in the water, I will bet that it is dead stable.”

Another of the Masters pointed out, “We could actually put a solid deck out over half way to the outriggers on each side.  That would give us lots of room to mount a catapult or two, if we made it that big.”

Master Arden promptly suggested, “No sense in designing blind.  My journeyman Daron was moved to the catapult factory ship and I know that he has been working on more than just the standard ones.  Now that he has settled down, you can't stop that man from thinking! Let's show him what we have thought of so far and see what he suggests.”

“Good idea, Arden.  Can't hurt to see what he thinks.  Those catapults that he designed for the Carlyle are pretty nasty work to go up against!”

When Daron arrived, he was carrying several large tallow-slates under his arms.  He looked over the basic idea for the attack boat that they had worked out and his eyes lit up, his eyebrows lifting up almost to his hairline.  “Lovely!  Exactly what we need.  Make it about fifteen to eighteen meters long!”  Holding out his tallow-slates he stated, “These aren't speculation.  Most of this is built over on the factory ship.”

Studying their work more closely he pointed to their planned mast and said, “This will have to be done differently.  What we are making needs that space!  Maybe an A frame with a cable across the bottom would do.  You know, like the ones on the Dark Dragon.  Then the catapult could fire under the sail, exactly along the center line of the boat!”

“I see it!  Is this heavy recoil slide base already built?  What is the mass distribution of that catapult?  If we know that, we can have this over to the calculators today!”

Daron, clearly enjoying the excitement of the Masters, pointed to his neat tables where the answers to their questions lay.  “You will need to figure in a small solar water still, crew quarters and the mass of the ammunition.  Those rigging destroyers and hull breachers aren't light!  How big a magazines can it have for them?”

Ideas flew thick and fast as the Masters, even the skeptical ones, proved why they were Masters!

Working as a team and consulting with those who were building the catapult, they had a working plan drawn up on parchment by evening!  Work was begun the next morning.  The whole design had been kept as simple as possible and still be a solid, stable platform for the catapult whose recoil slide was an integral part of the whole boat!

Without the large cleared decks of the catapult factory ship, they would have had no place to build it.  Some of the Captains of nearby vessels in the fleet's formation were gossiping about the bizarre thing being put together on the deck of the factory.

“I have heard that thing down the middle of it is part of a catapult! Utterly insane!  It can't be elevated or swiveled!  How are they going to aim the fool thing?”

“The whole thing is a total waste of Strong Skins that we need for catapults to defend the fleet!  Where are they getting the material, I'd like to know!?”

Captain Allison overheard them griping and cheerfully threw cold water on their whole session!  “They are getting the materials from abandoned wrecks.  You know the ones.  You blamed the effectiveness of the fire boat attack on being there salvaging the boats sunk from Mikot's attack.  You all voted to abandon the wrecks.  I've read the minutes of the Council meeting.

“You were wrong about that.  It was being bunched up that let the attack be so effective, not the salvaging.  However, before you say that they owe you for those wrecks, remember, YOU VOTED TO ABANDON THEM. That voided all claims that you might have had.

“Every diver or any other person working on them is off duty and volunteering their time and effort to actually make something that can carry the war to the Borens.”

“But one of those wrecks belongs to my ship!”

“No. Fleet Law is clear.  When you voted to abandon it, you lost all claim to it.  You can't throw it away and then say it is yours when someone else picks it up!”

Over the next few days the sour captains watched as the odd boat's hull was launched.  They shook their heads at the two sets of A frame masts.  

The Captains sat over sweet broth drinks and a card game of Fin and Fang as they offered each other wise critiques of the strange strike boat taking shape.  “Did you see what  they lowered to it by crane today?  They were the parts of the biggest catapult that I have ever even heard of.  I knew it!  We were right!  After it was assembled, there was no way to aim the stupid thing!”  He laid down a discard.

Nobody took it.  Captain Azura, to his right, drew one for his hand as he commented, “The rigging is bizarre and the sails are worse!  Why do that?  The mainbrace is all wrong!  It needs to go to bow of the boat, not make that big V to the bows of the outriggers!”  His discard was slapped by Captains Belar and Dano at once!  They rolled dice to see who got it.

As Belar added the card to the layout that he was building in front of him, he snorted, “Those sails will interfere with each other!  The fore one reaches almost back to the after pair of masts.  It will be a nightmare to turn when tacking!”

Captain Hulden, walking past them, scuttled their whole fine morning of complaining about something that they had nothing to do with.  He just observed, “Not so sure about that.  I mean there are sixteen Masters of Boat-building, and three of Armory helping with the design and nine Master Boat-builders actually working on it along with over thirty journeymen.  It is just possible that they know something about it that you don't.”

He left a circle of Captains around the card table staring sourly at their sweet drinks.

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Work of Art [J.JH] - sixty-four | nice lipstick

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” Everyone screamed and started cheering. Everyone hugged their friends and strangers, and couples kissed in celebration of the new year as the next DJ started playing.

You hugged Anna and looked around for Johnny. Anna pulled away and hugged Eunji and you and Jaehyun hugged.

“Where the fuck is he?” You whispered.

“I don’t know. I don’t see him or that girl.”

You pulled away and looked into his eyes for a moment before Yuta tapped you on the shoulder for a hug. You disguised your disappointment over the Johnny/Anna situation - or rather, non-situation - and hugged him and then Taeyong. 

You tapped Anna on the shoulder. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

She nodded and followed you. You scanned the crowd like the T-1000 as you walked through the throngs of people. 

Out of the crowd, you thought as Anna followed behind you: where the hell was Johnny? This was supposed to be it, this was the culmination of every forlorn glance you’d ever seen him cast in her direction, every moment he looked dejected at the mention of a new boyfriend of hers, every-- you rounded the corner to the bathrooms to find Johnny making out with the girl he was talking to earlier.

You gasped quietly and pulled Anna back behind the corner.

“Wha--!”

You shushed her and then peeked around the corner. She joined you in espying the two of them.

“Shit.” You said under your breath.

“What?” Anna whispered.

“Um. Nothing.”

“Why are we hiding?”

“It’s-- that’s awkward to catch someone making out, you know?” You lied.

“Who cares?” Anna laughed and walked around the corner. “Hey Johnny,” she said with a smile and pushed open the bathroom door.

Johnny pulled away from the girl. “Oh-- hey Anna.”

“Nice lipstick,” you said with a glare as you followed her into the bathroom.

Johnny looked at you. You wondered what was going on in his head. The girl he was with glared at you for a moment before giving him a quick kiss and following you into the bathroom.

When you came out of the stall she was finishing up fixing her makeup. “You know Johnny?”

You turned on the sink and washed your hands. “Yeah. I see you know him too.”

She smiled. “He just asked me out.”

You paused, angry, but didn’t show it. You went back to washing your hands. “That’s nice.” 

“We have a date this--”

You turned off the sink and turned on the hand dryer. She went quiet because of how loud it was. You stared blankly into space as the heat evaporated the water on your hands. You watched through the mirror as Anna walked out of the stall she was in and said hi to the girl.

“What’s your name?”

“Luna.”

You nodded and turned away from the mirror and rolled your eyes. Something about this whole thing stunk and it wasn’t just her cheap perfume. You hated the smell of white jasmine.

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : World of Sea : Part 64

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

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140406 words

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Kurin watched her unbar the door of the cabin as she thought about it.  She said, “No, I don’t think so.  He used to be my friend.  I just wish that I understood how things went so wrong.”  She looked a mute appeal at Tanlin and added, “How could he hate me so?  I never did anything to him.”

Tanlin paused before opening the door.  She considered before answering, “Nae t’ ‘ear Silor tell t’e tale.  ‘E believes t’at ye were t’e author o’ all o’ ‘is misfortunes.  According t’ ‘im, ye were a Dragon-wicken an’ ‘eld t’e ‘ole Naral fleet in t’e palm o’ yer ‘and.”

Kurin was taken aback.  “You mean it?” she asked.  “What could put him so far onto dry land?”

Tanlin looked at Kurin with pity in her eyes.  “Oi’ve been tryin’ t’ tell ye.  ‘E’s insane w’ere ye are concerned.  ‘E believes ‘imsel’ a tragic ‘ero, persecuted for ridding t’e fleet o’ a deadly an’ unperceived menace.”

“Lady Tanlin,” came a forlorn voice from within the cabin, “I can hear you out there.  Who is with you?  Has the fleet come to their senses yet?”

Tanlin opened the cabin door, leaned in, and said, “Silor, someane ‘as come t’ speak wit’ ye.  She’ll be representin’ t’e Grandalor before a fleet tribunal.  Will ye tell ‘er t’e exact trut’ o’ yer involvement in t’e poisoning?  ‘T may ‘elp our case.”

Silor’s voice answered, calm and assured, “Of course I will talk to her but it is a waste of time.  No case will be needed.  The Witch is dead and in a short time her curses will be gone.  When people are themselves again, they will know themselves freed.”

Kurin spoke from out in the hall where Silor couldn’t see her.  “Silor, you were a good student at learning to navigate by wave and current. Do you know where we are?”

He replied with confidence, “We are in the Dragon Sea.  It was clever of Captain Barad to bring us here.  No fleet owns these waters.  We will be safe here.”

“What of the Great Sea Dragons?  If Mecat taught the witch, perhaps they will not like your having killed her,” Kurin said.

“Dragons live too long to care much about any particular human.  They won’t care one way or the other,” Silor replied airily.

“I’m afraid that you’re wrong about that, Silor,” said Kurin, stepping into his view.

“You’re dead,” he said flatly.  “Nobody can survive Ord poisoning.  Your dying is why the Grandalor had to flee in the first place.”

“No,” Kurin contradicted, “I lived.  The sailor that you duped into poisoning me is the one who died.”

Silor looked at her in dread and leaped at the conclusion that fit his delusion.  “You turned the Ord against the man who poisoned you!” he accused.

“I didn’t have to,” Kurin said quietly.  “The Corliss fleet knows how to heal Ord poisoning.  Sula carried me to her ship and Doctor Worran cured me.  The sailor that you gave the poisoned awl to wasn’t so lucky.  He got the poison through his shirt from carrying the awl in his pocket.  It got to his lungs first.  The doctor tried but she couldn’t save him.”

A wild glint entered Silor’s eyes and he shouted, “Don’t lie!  It was you!  You and that evil Dragon magic!  You killed him just like you did your father!”

Kurin recoiled as if she had been struck.  The very idea that she would have harmed her father was past simply shocking.  It was truly sickening and called to mind her mother’s accusations as she sank into madness.

Silor bunched his legs under him as he paused for breath.  “What does it take to kill you?” he screamed, lunging at Kurin, arms outstretched, hands clawed.

“More’n ye’ve got, Lad!” said Tanlin as she pounced almost into his path and grabbed his arm as he passed, spinning him headfirst into the wall.  Kimson landed on top of him and Tanlin calmly pulled her knife from concealment.  She laid its blade against Silor’s throat and added, “Mister Kimson’s goin’ t’ get off o’ ye, an’ ye’re goin’ t’ get onto yer bunk very slowly.  I’ ye try t’ ‘arm Kurin again, ye die.  Clear?”

Tears of rage and frustration in his eyes, Silor mutely nodded.  Carefully, Kimson released Silor, who slowly got to his feet and sat on his bunk.

Dully, he asked, “I heard whales, who else has she killed?”

As Kurin was about to protest, Tanlin waived her to silence and answered, “Nane.  We lost ane killed outright an’ ane mortal injured.  Yer Longin did t’ose murders an’ some ot’er injuries as well.

“Just gettin’ Kurin ‘ere ‘ad a ‘eavy price.  Macoul t’e steersman died o’ a cut t’roat an’ Lenai Halin died later o’ an abdominal wound.”

That brought a reaction of disgust from Silor.  “So, the witch got to you too?  She made you sacrifice good people just to finish her revenge on me?”

At that, Kurin would not be silent.  “Revenge?  What for?  No witchcraft is needed.  I never lifted a finger against you.  You bring yourself down!”  Bitterly, she added, “If I was a witch, I’d have just changed you so that you wouldn’t care.”

“You knew that I was here on the Grandalor!  How?”

“You were careless.  You were seen at the Gathering,” Kurin retorted angrily.  “Even the sailor that you killed told us it was you before he died.  You are under the same execute on sight order that you got put onto Barad and all the officers of this ship with your murder plot.”

That brought Silor up short.  “Barad?  He tried to stop us.  Why would the Council order him executed?”

Tanlin burst in, icily angry, “M’ too, as an officer o’ t’e Grandalor.  We’re all t’ be executed on sight because o’ ye. Our ‘ope lies in Kurin’s ‘ands an’ t’e jaws o’ t’e Dragons.  T’e Dragons ‘ave let us ‘arbor ‘ere in neutral woters but we cannae go t’rough t’em t’ escape t’e justice o’ a fleet t’at seems t’ ‘ave nane.”

Silor began to whimper and curl up.  “I tried to save you all.  I never wanted to hurt anybody. . .”  He uncurled an accusing arm, pointing at Kurin.  “If she is your hope, you are as doomed as I am. . .”  He collapsed, eyes rolled back in his head, still breathing but showing no other sign of life.

Shaking and slapping elicited no response.  Silor was gone where none could follow.

Sadly Tanlin said to a thoroughly shocked Kurin, “Oi warned ye.  ‘E wa’ so far ont’ dry land t’at not’ing could bring ‘im bock t’ safe woter.”  She looked grimly down at Silor’s still form and reached a decision.

“Oi’m proof t’at Doctor Corin can care for a person in a coma.  T’he doctor’ll care for ‘im until ‘e recovers or simply dies.” She turned to Kimson.  “Guard ‘im until men come t’ take ‘im t’ sickbay.  See t’at ‘e’s restrained after ‘e’s taken t’ere.”  

She led Kurin back to the Captain’s cabin.  Barad was out and they had the place to themselves.  Tanlin ordered food and drink for Kurin and then said, “T’at wa’ awful.  Oi wad never ‘ave guessed t’at ‘e wad just retreat like t’at.  Wat now?”

Kurin had no answer.  She simply sat and shook, crying inside but not allowing the tears to reach the surface.

Sympathetically, Tanlin sat by her and held her hand.

With a bit of scratching at the window, Thunderhead entered the cabin with a skelt in his beak.  Tanlin looked up at the big Sea Hawk and smiled.

“Ye’re right, T’under’ead.  She does need lookin’ after just now. T’anks for t’e ‘elp.”  She took the small fish and held it out to Kurin.  “‘Ere, youngster.  Take a bite so ‘e’ll know t’at ‘e’s ‘elped.  Friends ‘oo’re ‘urt need food t’ get well.  Tis all t’at ’e knows ‘ow t’ do for ye.”

“It’s raw,” Kurin said, a bit of smile beginning to show around the edges of her shock.

“T’at’s ‘ow tis best for young birds,” said Tanlin tolerantly.  “Go on, ‘e’s really tryin’ t’ ‘elp.”

Kurin took a small bite of the fish and realized that the skelt was good, even raw.  She set to nibbling around the coarse bones until most of the meat was gone, Thunderhead watching critically.  Tanlin absently scratched him under the right wing.

By the time that she was done with the fish, Kurin had a grip on herself.  The distraction provided by the somewhat comic antics of the bird and having to eat as well, helped.

There was a knock at the cabin door and Benj, the cabin-boy entered with a tray.  It had sliced, hard-boiled paddle duck eggs, red-weed bread and dried fillets of skelt for Kurin to eat.  Beside the water bottle were sweet and tart flavors.

By the time that she was done eating the simple fare, Kurin had regained her composure.  She gave Tanlin a measuring look.

“I have all the information that I am likely to get,” Kurin announced, “and I have begun to outline a multi-issue defense.  You said that you could summon the fleet Council and the Longin.  I would like to see how you do that from here.”

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