Vengeance of the Pirate Queen(8)

“They called it a panaceum,” Kearan begins. “That’s what we were hired to search for. Didn’t matter if we found it or not; our employer promised us a fortune to sail that way and dig up what we could.”

“Your employer, who were they?” Alosa asks.

“Some rich heir who dreamed of fame. Said he came from a line of explorers, but he intended to be the one to actually find the panaceum.”

“Which is?”

“Utter rubbish if you ask me. The git said it was a mystical object that could heal any injury or sickness, no matter how fatal. It’s supposed to grant whoever possesses it immortality and immunity from death. Meaning you can’t kill ’em with a blade or anything.”

“I get the idea,” Alosa says.

“So we sailed northeast to search for this thing. Didn’t find anything but trouble. As the weather grew colder the farther we went, the sea started bubbling randomly. People would disappear from the ship in the middle of the night. Just vanish without a trace. All their belongings still aboard. Lifeboats still attached to the ship. It was strange.”

“What ended up happening?”

“Crew turned against our financial benefactor after the eighth person went missing. We flipped the ship around and didn’t look back.”

Alosa rubs at her forehead. “This all would have been helpful to know before I let half a dozen girls join the ranks of the land king’s vessel.”

“Had I known, I would have spoken up.”

“I know. It’s no one’s fault, but it doesn’t change the fact that those girls are missing.” Alosa looks to me.

“I said I’d look for them, and I meant it. I’m not afraid of Kearan’s ghost stories.”

“They’re not stories. This really happened,” Kearan insists.

“How drunk were you during this voyage?” My tone doesn’t change, but the words do their job.

He turns to me, his eyes hardening. “This was before I took to the bottle.”

Hmm. I assumed he came out of the womb with a bottle in his hand.

Alosa says, “I don’t leave anyone for dead. If there’s a chance they’re still alive, then I’m going to use all the resources I have to locate them. I’ll want weekly updates, Captain, on the well-being of you and the crew. Anything weird starts to happen, you let me know immediately.”

It’s still so strange to be called Captain. Alosa promoted me shortly after we dethroned her father, yet I never wanted my own ship or women to command. I haven’t bothered to hire a crew for my vessel, and I haven’t even laid eyes on the ship Alosa gifted me.

“Who will be sailing with me?” I ask. “Wallov?”

“No. Where Wallov goes, Roslyn follows. This is no voyage for her.”

I couldn’t agree more. The lass isn’t even eight yet.

“You’ll have a few familiar faces. Radita will serve as boatswain. Philoria and Bayla as gunwomen. Mostly, there will be many new women that you have yet to meet. Don’t worry. I won’t be sending anyone with you that I don’t trust. You’ll have a good crew.”

“Who’s to serve as first mate?”

“Her name is Dimella. You’ll like her, I promise.”

We’ll see about that. I don’t like very many people. “When do we sail?”

“As soon as the ship can be made ready. I’ve been having it stocked since I anticipated your return soon.”

“So sure I would say yes?” I ask with a smile.

“Not sure. Just hopeful. Thank you, Sorinda. I mean it. I really wish I could go with you.”

Realizing that Alosa needs some assurances of her own, I say, “Put it from your mind, Captain. I’ve got this. I will find them.”

She nods. “I know you will.” Then, as though remembering something, she reaches under the desk and pulls out a long, thin box. “Almost forgot. I have something for you.”

I step up to it slowly, doing my best to keep as much distance as possible from Kearan with him still sitting right in front of the desk.

“Go on. Open it,” Alosa encourages.

I find the latch at the front and pull on the lid.

What rests inside takes my breath away.

It’s a rapier. Long and slender, sharp as death. The knuckle guard shimmers, as though some sort of crushed gems were mixed in with the molten iron. The inner guards over the base of the blade have been shaped to look like ocean waves. When I reach for the grip, my hands brush leather so soft it could be mistaken for velvet. It’s impossibly light when I lift the sword. It blurs through the air when I test it out, moving as though it truly were an extension of my arm.

“You didn’t think I’d forgotten your birthday, now, did you?” Alosa asks.

I can’t find my voice right away. “Thank you.”

“Only the best for you.”

“It’s your birthday?” Kearan asks.

Alosa’s gaze snaps to him. “You’re dismissed, Kearan. Ready yourself for the voyage.”

He towers over the room when he stands. “Aye-aye.”

Alosa and I watch his back until he shuts the door behind himself.

She says, “Now, if I might be so bold as to offer you a bit of advice before you go to meet your crew?”