Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-One - Oh, The Small Manatee
Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-One - Oh, The Small Manatee
I could tell that not all of my friends were comfortable with just sitting around and waiting--Bastion, especially. For all that he was a pretty cool guy, he didnt seem the sort to just sit back and look over an enjoyable view. He was more of an action-first kind of sylph, which was fine.
Wed head back home soon. I grinned. The Beaver Cleaver was already feeling like a home!
So, Joe, what do you do when youre not being a pirate? I asked.
Joe shrugged, the gesture uncharacteristically humble. Not too much, he said. I work over in the docks. Not the airship ones. Just hauling things around for a few copper an hour. Its dull work, but Ive learned a lot about packing things away, and ballast, and I get to talk to a lot of old sailors, so thats neat.
Those wages sound awful, Amaryllis said.
Yeah, they are, Joe agreed. But its work thats there when you need it, you know? He gestured to his two friends. Were putting all of our money aside to buy the things we need to become real pirates.
Honest work for dishonest goals? Bastion asked. Somewhat ironic.
Joe glared at the sylph, but it bounced off of Bastions armour like chaff. The others work hard too.
Sally nodded. I work at the shops. Its mostly easy things. But one lady, the book shop owner, she taught me how to read a little, and how to write. I do a lot of labels and stocking shelves since I know how. She even paid me in a book or two about ships.
Thats really neat, I said. We should get more books in the Beaver. Turn part of it into a library.
Awen of all people, nodded. We could use more ballast.
Reading is good, I said. My butt got saved by a few books already. Mostly about plants and such. Its a nice hobby to have too.
Sally looked down, but she was smiling all the same. Ive been teaching Oda and Joe too, but theyre not very good yet.
Hey, Oda said. Im just more of a hands-on guy.
You work at the smith, right? I asked.
And at the repair shop by the shore. They dont give me any of the real complicated things to fix, but Im learning. The money helps. Soon well have enough parts to finish off the Manatee.
The Manatee?
Oda looked to his friends, and got a pair of nods in return. Its our ship. Our pirate ship. Do you want to see it?
Youre darn right I do! I said. Where did you guys park it? At the docks?
With the amount they charge? Joe asked. And the administration there doesn't like us. Theyd make us pay as if the Manatee was ten times its size. Nah, we have a spot by the shore. Its a quiet area. There are a bunch of other small ships pulled up and stored there.
Should we? I asked my friends.
Itll be our last stop for the night, Amaryllis said. We do have some things to work on aboard the Beaver. We cant just leave it all day.
One last bit of exploring then, I agreed.
Leaving the church was about as easy as getting into it, which is to say that it required a bunch of climbing and squeezing through tight holes while working hard to keep my skirt on straight and my captains hat atop my head.
Once we were all out and ready to go, Joe took the lead and headed right for the shore. We left the somewhat poorer parts of town and passed through a market filled with shops and bustling people. For the most part they were all human, with the occasional grenoil here and there. No sylphs, and no harpies that I could tell. And no other, more exotic species of people either.
Needleford felt a little insular after visiting so many places that had such a diverse mix of peoples.
Our goodbyes were a bit stunted, and I felt like someone saying goodbye to someone at a funeral home for some reason. Everything was awkward and a bit weird. Fortunately, as soon as we were out of the yard, Sally spoke up.
Joes like that, she said. He really believes in our dream, even when Oda and I arent so sure, you know? But he gets afraid easy.
He sounds like hed make a good captain, I said.
What? No way. Im gonna be the captain. No matter if Joe or Oda want it more, Sally said.
I giggled, the air lightening a bit. We were crossing through the same crowded market as before when I noticed Amaryllis looking around. Wheres Awen? she asked.
The four of us stopped. I felt my heart beating crooked. She wasnt behind us. Id been walking with Sally, and Bastion and Amaryllis were right behind so... Maybe she saw something? I asked. It didnt sound so sure, even to me.
She would have said something, Amaryllis said. We should double back.
No, Bastion said. Broccoli, can you get to the roofs? I nodded. Good. Take the left side of the road, Ill take the right. Amaryllis, stay here in case she returns.
Bastion jumped up, and his wings beat humming-bird fast for a moment before he took off and flew towards the top of the nearest shop.
I shook my head, grabbed only my hat, and spent a load of stamina jumping to the roof across from that shop. The buildings here were only two stories tall, with steep tiled roofs that were broken up by chimneys. I scrambled up to the peak of the roof and looked down at the crowds below while working to keep my footing on the tiles.
No blonde hair, not across the crowds that I could see. My eyes jumped from person to person, looking for Awen, her coat, or maybe a scuffle or something. A glance across the street showed Bastion moving along, tracing back over the path wed taken.
I tightened my fists and tried to shove any accusations against myself to the side. I knew I should have been paying more attention, that I should have watched over Awen some more. Was she feeling sad? Did she leave all on her own?
It was pure coincidence that had me looking up and towards the airship docks.
They were a ways away, far enough that anyone I could see was just a tiny figure.
That didnt stop me from spotting Awen. She was the only person being manhandled by two big sailors on the deck of a ship. The only one with a black band over her mouth. Her hair waved about as she fought against the men holding her from behind and wrapping ropes around her.
Awen! I screamed, but she was hundreds of meters away, aboard an unfamiliar airship that was even now putting down its sails and pulling out of its berth.
How did they get so far so quickly? For that matter, who were they and where were they going with my friend?
Bastion! I called out.
The sylph looked over at me, then followed my arm towards the distant figure of Awen. His eyes widened a moment before he lunged over the roof and landed by my side. Damn, he said when he landed. We need to get to the Beaver.
I nodded, then hesitated. How long would it take to get the Beaver ready to go. Would the Beaver be able to take on a much bigger ship, one that looked to be armed and crewed by dozens of men?
No, I have another idea, I said.
We jumped down and landed near Amaryllis and Sally. Did you find her? Whats wrong? Amaryllis asked.
Quick, we need to go see the Scallywags, I said.
The who?
The pirates. Sallys friends. We need the Manatee, and we need it now, I said. We need to go save Awen.
Oh, Joe is not going to like that.
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