Deathlands 118: Blood Red Tide (16 page)

The one-eyed man caught sight of his target as the
War Pig
’s smoke shredded around her forward progress. “Hold on, Squid!”

Ryan fired and his bullet tore a hole in the deck a foot from the target. He worked his bolt.

“I am dehydrating,” Mr. Squid stated.

Ryan fired. His bullet sparked off the iron of the
War Pig
’s starboard chaser.

Mr. Squid shuddered and stabilized. “Ryan, I cannot maintain this.”

Ryan fired. His bullet ripped wood inches from his target.

Squid’s skin color started turning from wet gray to ash.

Ryan saw the Gatling blaster yank his weapon up to aim at the mizzentop. He could see one of the officers shouting as he realized Ryan was shooting for the powder kegs. He grabbed the cask of gunpowder by the port chaser, pressed it over his head and with effort charged the taffrail and threw the powder into the sea. Ryan swung his scope to starboard. A huge man in red and black seized the starboard chaser powder cask and pressed it over his head with ease. Ryan pulled the Longbow’s trigger. Ryan’s .338 Lapua Magnum bullet hit the cask of black powder at more than 3,000 feet per second.

The bow of the
War Pig
disappeared in a thunderous black and orange pulse.

The bowsprit snapped like a stick and took the spritsail, the jib and the fore staysail with it. The Gatling had been abandoned, but the weapon went sky high in pieces. The deck chasers followed the shattered, sloping deck and fell into the sea. The fallen sails formed a sea anchor as they were swept into the bow wake. They yanked the
War Pig
around as her screws propelled against them. The
Glory
’s remaining stern chaser fired and punched a hole through the
Pig
’s side at the water line and a ragged cheer went up.

Squid collapsed like jelly beneath Ryan. The one-eyed man did a pushup off the cephalopod. “Squid!”

“Ryan,” Mr. Squid said, turning as white as Jak. “I am hurting.”

Oracle’s rasp rose to a roar. “Commander Miles, all top men aloft! Every inch of sail she’ll take! Get us out of here! Due south! Wounded to the med and dead to the orlop!”

Miles began shouting orders.

“Commander!” Ryan used his battle voice. “Mr. Squid is in distress! A hammock to lower him down! Fresh water in the barrel and a tankard of sea water run up!” Ryan looked down. Miles was flat on his back covered with blood. “Miss Loral!”

“You heard him!” the first mate snarled. “Whichever son of gaudy whore lets the captain’s subaqueous specialist die will sleep the night in his barrel and every day after until final nukecaust with the fishes!”

Manrape rocketed a monkey’s paw with a line attached to it unerringly up into the mizzen top. Ryan caught it, ran it over the rail and tossed it back down. He hauled up a stoop of seawater and clapped it to Squid’s siphon. Squid suckled at it weakly. “Another!”

Mr. Squid “drank” three tankards of seawater while a hammock was run up.

“Squid?” Ryan said. “Are you going to be okay?”

Mr. Squid lay flattened against the mizzentop. His color was a little better. Squid’s siphon wheezed in a tiny voice. “I want Doc...”

Chapter Fourteen

“Ryan, I got it! Koa shoved his book on top of Ryan’s. “Check it, brah! Gonna show the captain!” Ryan frowned at the interruption of his calculations but checked Koa’s. Ryan nodded. They roughly matched his own from three days ago.

Koa was insufferably pleased. He shoved out his fist and extended his thumb and little finger. “Da kine, brah!”

Ryan regarded Koa’s fingers. The “horns” in various configurations could mean several things in the Deathlands, but Koa seemed so happy Ryan was thinking it was some kind of South Cific Island thing that might not be bad. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks! What’re you working on?”

Ryan frowned at his own chart. “I was on some islands in the North Lantic a while back. Trying to see if I could raise them.”

“Nice?” Koa asked.

“Half the people were vampires, half were their blood slaves.”

“No good.”

“Then there were the ones who lived underground. Giants, muties, whiter than Jak and half-pike tall or taller, cannies.”

“What’s cannie, brah?”

“Eaters of men.”

“Why’d you wanna chart that?”

“Just for the heck of it. I met a few good people there. Might’ve left it better than I found it. Wonder how they’re doing.”

“Aw, Ryan! You need to come to my island. Get you some poi dog and kalua pig.”

Koa pulled his Hawaiian shawl closer about his shoulders. “Getting colder.”

Ryan nodded.

“Word is we’re running outta Brazil coastline, and we’re heading deep South Lantic, brah.”

Ryan waited. It was clear Koa had things on his mind.

“Captain says we don’t got enough crew to fight the cannon on both sides of the ship.”

J.B. had told Ryan the same. The
War Pig
’s Gatling had swept the captain’s cabin and the two crews manning the chasers. Gunny had been among the fallen. Rumor was J.B. was going to be given the job. The
War Pig
was bloodied but still behind them, and the
Ironman
and
Lady Evil
would be waiting ahead. “Yeah.”

“We don’t got enough topmen left to work two watches.”

Ryan knew that too. They had already been undermanned; the loss of Movies and Born might well be fatal when they hit the cape. Worse still, Commander Miles was shot up in the med and the captain was spending more and more time with his cabin blacked out being indisposed. Miss Loral was getting genuinely cranky. “Looks like you and me are learning furling and reefing.”

Koa’s shoulders twitched. He looked up into the rigging. “Don’t like heights, brah.”

“You and I are going up.”

Koa gave Ryan the stone face.

Ryan gave it back.

“So,” Koa said, suddenly grinning, “we’re friends?”

“Looks that way.”

“Ryan!” Krysty’s panicked cry was cut off by a huge splash. Crew up in the rigging began shouting. Ryan charged the rail with Koa a heartbeat behind him. The sharpshooters in the tops began shooting. Mr. Squid exploded out of the water and hit the rail like a rocket. He rose up on his arms, ran across the deck at full speed and threw himself into his barrel. Ryan’s only thought was for Krysty, but the tactical part of his mind noted that Mr. Squid left a trail of blue blood on the deck and one of his arms had been bitten off.

Ryan skidded to the rail.

Doc had requested the dinghy to take oceanographic samples with Mr. Squid. Oracle had agreed. Krysty had been considered the most useless member of the crew and so was sent to assist them. They were attached by fifty meters of towrope to get them behind the ship’s wake. An Antilles crewman named Dutch had been set to watch over them with one of the ship’s AKs.

Dutch was gone.

Ryan grimaced. The sea around the dinghy was red with blood, and something had severed the towrope. The
Glory
’s end hung limp in the wake. The part still attached to the dinghy was taut. Whatever held it was well below the water pulling the dinghy around and around in slow clockwise circles. Doc held his swordstick high and slanted down for the thrust. Krysty had her knife. Fear was etched all over both their faces.

“Lover!” Krysty cried.

“My dear Ryan!” Doc exclaimed across the distance. “This is even worse than it appears! For your lady love and my poor life in the bargain, I pray you take every caution!”

Ryan’s blood went cold as dozens of six-foot black fins broke the water. “Orcas.”

“Black fish!” Koa agreed.

Ryan took in the tactical situation. The question was, were they simple killers or weaponized like Mr. Squid? The fact that they were formation filing around the
Glory
said a lot for the latter. “Miss Loral, where’s the captain?”

Miss Loral ran from the wheel and surveyed the situation. A terrible look passed over her face. “The captain is indisposed!”

“With permission!” Ryan didn’t wait for it. He ran to the binnacle and grabbed the Dakota Longbow and its remaining rounds. “Everyone hold fire!”

“Topsmen hold fire!” Loral ordered.

“Miss Loral!” Gypsyfair clutched her head and shouted from the gangway to the quarterdeck.

“What?”

Gypsyfair’s milk-white eyes rolled in pain. “Echolocation! Whales! Dozens of them! They’re mapping us! Crewman by crewman! Deck by deck!”

The ship suddenly yawed contretemps against wind and current. Manrape snarled as he pitted his physique against the unnaturally turning wheel. “Miss Loral, they’re screwing with the rudder!”

“Beat to quarters!” Loral ordered.

Krysty screamed as the towrope pulled down and the stern of the spinning dinghy began to rise in the air. “Ryan!”

The one-eyed man went to the taffrail with the longblaster in his hands. He snapped his head back in desperate inspiration. “Squid! You speak orca?”

Squid bubbled up out of his barrel snake balling in what Ryan had come to recognize as shear cephalopod terror. “I do!”

“What’re they saying?”

“Kill them, eat them, kill them, eat them—”

Ryan leveled the Longbow at the dinghy. It swung in a slow circle, and the stern continued to rise higher as the orca that held the rope slowly dived lower and lower. Krysty and Doc held out their blades, but everything was happening underwater. It was not lost on Ryan that the outlying orcas were swimming counterclockwise to the dinghy’s death spiral. “What else, Squid!”

“They intend to take the ship out to sea and sink it! They intend to eat me because I taste good! They intend to eat you and the crew for the pleasure of killing and eating humans! Some are saying bring the tree! The one right behind Miss Krysty is saying we wait for night!”

“Gimme a harpoon!” Koa bellowed. “Gimme me ten men with half pikes who can swim!”

Ryan didn’t doubt the Hawaiian for a second, but he grimaced at the words “the one right behind Krysty.”

Miss Loral gripped the rail as the crew boiled on deck to their battle stations. “Bring the tree?”

Ryan saw it. “They have a big piece of lumber out there. A tree or a heavy beam. They’re going to punch holes in
Glory
’s sides tonight and slowly sink her.”

“Then what are they doing now?”

Ryan watched Krysty and Doc as an orca below turned the dinghy around and around. “They’re taunting us.”

“Blasters to all hands!” Loral ordered. “I want—”

“You shoot, you may wound a couple of them. They’re waiting for it. They’ll dive. The one holding the rope sinks the dinghy and Krysty and Doc are treading water. Then the fun really begins. When those good times are done, they give us the tree by night. They’re intimidating us. We need to intimidate them back.”

Loral’s eyes flicked to the blacked-out captain’s skylight. “Ryan, tell me you’ve got a plan.”

“Squid!” Ryan shouted. “Do you speak Morse code?

“It was the second language humans taught us!”

“Do they?”

“I do not know!”

“Are they weaponized like you?”

“It is of a high order of probability!”

“Gypsyfair, I need you now!”

Gypsyfair scrambled up the gangway. An orca rose behind the spiraling dinghy and sat motionless in the water. Ryan locked his gaze with another nonhumanoid mind. Its black eyes met his blue.

Ryan glanced at the dinghy. “Doc, shove your specimen barrel over the side!”

“But, Ryan, it contains—”

“Do it!”

Doc did as Ryan asked, and the specimen barrel drifted into the dinghy’s tiny, orca-induced vortex. The killer opened its mouth and exposed its teeth. Ryan could have sworn it was smiling at him. The one-eyed man leveled the Longbow and fired. The half cask was filled with seawater and specimens. Fifty meters was point-blank range for the weapon. The 300-grain bullet hit the cask with nearly 5,000 pounds of energy. The hydrostatic shock wave was impressive to say the least. The cask exploded, and the orca pod leader was sprayed with splinters and atomized sea specimens. Ryan kept his scope on the pod leader.

“Gypsyfair, tell them I am Ryan of the longblaster.”

Gypsyfair clicked Morse code like gunshots.

Ryan wondered if they understood the spoken word and shouted, “I’ll put a bullet in any blowhole I see!”

Gypsyfair popped and clicked rapid fire.

“My blaster was made to chill anything that breathes air!” Ryan bellowed out a very big lie. “If you come by night, I will napalm you!”

Gypsyfair paused mid echo-translation. “What’s napalm and how do you spell it?”

Ryan thundered forth. “If you mess with this ship by night, I will pour liquid fire over the sides on you! You’ll burn no matter how deep you dive!”

Gypsyfair pinged out Ryan’s message of death.

“Let my people go! Or in my vengeance I take my longblaster and this ship and hunt orcas from the Great White North to the Southern Cape! From Lantic to Cific! I will chill your kind until you’re extinct or skydark comes again!”

Gypsyfair stared at Bolan in shock but continued emitting inhuman noises out of her throat and mouth.

Every black dorsal fin stiffened and froze.

Ryan shook his longblaster at the sky and hurled his voice to the heavens. “I will gut-shoot every orca I see and leave you bleeding for the sharks! I’ll tie you dying to the sides of my ship and gulls will eat your eyes while I feed you a slice at a time to my octopus! Tell every whale you meet! The wooden ships are on the waters again! Now, swim! Swim while you still can!”

Every orca simultaneously dived out of sight except the pod leader. She lingered a moment, staring up the muzzle of Ryan’s longblaster and glaring into his scope. Ryan was fairly certain he had made an enemy. The pod leader sank beneath the waves. The stern of the dinghy splashed down as the towrope was released.

Manrape called from the wheel, “Rudder’s free, Miss Loral!”

“Doc!” Ryan called.

“Magnificent, Ryan! You were—”

“Break out your oars, slowly and calmly. Come back to the ship.”

“Aye, indeed!” Doc broke out the dinghy’s oars and rather adroitly began sculling back to the
Glory
.