I add, “Perhaps you should get some ideas about what he would do to you if he knew.”
“Guess I’m counting on the fact that you’ll be more worried about your own
skin rather than harming mine. Now, I’m giving you a break from your cell. Do
you want it or not?”
I appreciate the gesture, but I can’t say that I trust it. “Where are we going?”
“We’ve come across a ship that appears to have been abandoned after the storm. The vessel is a little worse for wear, but we may find some salvageable
goods on board. We’re in the middle of the sea with nowhere for you to go should you try to escape. The captain has granted me permission to bring you aboard for the search.”
I realize he could be telling me we’re in the middle of nowhere, when in reality we’re only a day from land. Impossible to tell. Though it doesn’t matter
either way. Still, I like knowing where I am. The uncertainty makes me a bit uneasy.
“I’m always up for some thieving,” I say.
“Somehow I knew you would be.”
He lets me out. Then he pockets the key, this time putting it in his breeches
rather than his shirt. “I’ll be keeping a close watch over this, so don’t get any ideas.”
“I’ve no idea what you’re on about.”
He grabs my upper arm and leads me toward the stairs.
“Must you?” I ask. “You’ve already stated I’ve nowhere to go. Can’t I have
the freedom to walk without your aid?” I can’t help but add, “Or can you simply
not keep your hands off me? Enwen informed me you’re helpless against my feminine charms.”
Riden looks unworried. “If you’ve been talking to Enwen, lass, then I’m sure
you’ve learned that half of what he says is squid brain.”
I smile and lean in his direction. “Perhaps.”
“Quit your smiling and get your arse up those stairs.”
“I wouldn’t dream of giving you such a view.”
Now it’s his turn to smile mischievously. “You don’t get the option to walk
behind me. Don’t trust you. Now, up with you.”
On deck, men are tying down ropes, grabbing their weapons, scurrying about.
Excitement for the upcoming adventure is almost tangible upon the air. I myself
can feel the anticipation of the hunt. I am not immune to the prospect of some good fun. No pirate is. It’s why we choose this life. Because we’re good at it.
And we have no morals.
“Ah, Her Highness has decided to honor us with her presence,” Draxen says.
“What do you say, gents? Should we have the lady go first?”
A few ayes and a good deal of laughter are their responses. I look around the
crowd of men and spot Theris blending in with the rest of them. He glances at
me but doesn’t spare me any special attention. He’s good at his job, that one.
Riden says nothing from beside me. He doesn’t look bothered either way. Not
that he should. He is not here to look after me, and I don’t need him to. He’s here to make sure I don’t escape, which he might be doing too good a job of at
times. Not to fear. I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve.
“If your men are too cowardly to venture over by themselves,” I say, “then by
all means, I’d be happy to teach them how to properly secure a ship.” A challenge and an insult all wrapped into one. My specialty.
“I’d rather risk your life than theirs. Be off with you. Riden, go with her.”
I think it strange that Draxen would risk me when he knows he needs me as
leverage. I suspect he’s trying to make up for what happened back on my ship.
He placed teaching me a lesson over the lives of his own men. Now he’s
showing that he’s putting me at risk before them. It’s a clever play. Especially since it’s very unlikely that anyone would still be over at the ship. And, as a last precaution, he’s sending Riden over with me.
We secure the gangplank between the two ships. The damaged ship before us
appears to be a cargo vessel. There’s bound to be lots of food and water aboard.
It’s its own kind of treasure out here.
The gangplank is plenty big to walk across without having to try to balance. I
could probably do it with my eyes closed. Still, its width is small enough that I’m tempted to give Riden a slight push.
As if sensing this, he says, “Don’t even think about it.”