Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Four - Chaos and Anarchy and Other Sorts of Fun

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Four - Chaos and Anarchy and Other Sorts of Fun

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Four - Chaos and Anarchy and Other Sorts of Fun

You... you rapscallion! I said, with one arm raised so that I could point right at Golden Rogers. You mean, no-good pirate.

Golden Rogers blinked, then he had the temerity to actually smile and look to his crew. Did you hear that? The miss thinks that Im a no-good pirate.

Thats exactly what you are, I said. Youre the worst kind of pirate there is. I bet all you do is go around and steal things.

That is generally what a pirate does, little bun.

No, no its not. Pirates are meant to be free! Theyre meant to go where no ones gone before just because they can, and theyre meant to put their names in the history books for being grand adventurers. Youre just a petty, no-good mean... person that kidnapped my best friend. I... I really want to do mean things to you.

Golden Rogers laughed, though I had the impression that at least a couple of his crewmates felt a little bad.

That probably wouldnt be enough.

I was about to demand that he surrender Awen back to us when the door behind him slammed open and a wide-eyed Awen stumbled out and into the middle of the Rogers group, soon followed by two dishevelled pirates.

One of them immediately tried to grab her, but Awen planted a boot on his foot and rammed her elbow full-force into his chest.

Golden Rogers grunted in displeasure and grabbed Awen by the hair.

She screamed as he dragged her forwards a ways and held her up, calloused fingers tangling with blond locks. He grabbed one of her arms and yanked it back behind her. Her free hand scrambled at the hand grabbing her hair to no avail. Let her go! I screamed.

Awen started and looked up. Broccoli? she asked.

Let her go, Amaryllis said. Youve already incurred the wrath of the Albatross family, and Ive no doubt the Bristlecones will fail to appreciate the way youre handling their scion.

Rogers scoffed. The Bristlecones? Those filth? He shook Awen and she winced. Do you have any idea how much I loathe them? Abraham Bristlecone cost me a ship and half a year of my life in some backwater penal camp. This girl? Shes going to be my payback for all the trouble that bastard gave me.

Awen never did anything to you, I said. If you want to fight with Abraham, then go ahead. At least hes someone your size.

Oh, shut up, Rogers bit out. You four, get the harpy. You guys, get the sylph. And someone toss the buns head over the rails. Shes no one important.

Bastard! Awen yelled.

Her hand came up, and as everyone looked, a wicked knife materialized in her hand with a crackle like glass being stepped on.

It swung down with all of Awens desperate force, and even Golden Rogers attempt to duck the blow didnt stop her from planting the blade to the hilt in his thigh. Then the hilt shattered, leaving only a centimeter of jagged glass poking out of his leg.

He grunted, letting go of Awen to grasp at the wound.

Awen landed on her knees, then shot up to her feet and started running towards me. One of the pirates tried to grab her, but a thunder crack sliced the air and he went flying back with a howl.

This way! Bastion yelled.

Awen crashed into me, hugging me tight and close. I-I I thought... awa!

Its okay, I said. But we need to go.

Bastion waved at something over the side of the ship, and it didnt take a genius to figure that the Manatee was there waiting for us. Still, I couldnt jump to it without seeing it, so I pulled Awen along with me towards the edge even as the ship started to bump and lurch.

I destroyed the engines, Awen said. The ships going down.

I laughed. Awesome work! I said as I reached the rails.

The Manatee was some three dozen meters away. Far enough down that I was sure I could make the jump. I wasnt sure about Awen though.

Do you know how to swim? I asked her.

Awa? I mean, no. Im from a desert, Broccoli.

Right. No throwing her into the sea to pick her up. Not that that was really an option to begin with. Were going to jump together, I said as I grabbed onto the rigging. Awen swallowed, but pulled herself up with a similar rope and came to stand on the rails next to me.

Its still heating up!

What do you mean its still heating up? Were nearly out of coolant!

The coolants pissing all over the floor... wait, theres glass in it.

Glass?

Like, sandy glass bits? The radiators a mess.

We need to flush it.

Well need to flush the fuel too. Wait.. the fuel lines been cut. Right here.

Thats not right... if it was cut, then why isnt it leaking?

Look, it was spliced in here. Thats... thats the oil reservoir.

No wonder its running hot. We need to cut this out and drain both the oil and the fuel, and the radiator too, for good measure.

Cant do that while the engines running, and if it stops running were going to be taking a swim.

I licked my lips and cleared my throat for attention. Obviously Awen had done a number on what looked like the ships gravity engine. The two mechanics were twisting and turning over the machine, only touching it gingerly on account of all the heat coming off of it. And it was a lot of heat, there was even a haze in the air around the machine.

Um, sorry to interrupt, I said. But does this ship have lifeboats?

The two men looked over to me.

Whos that?

Never saw her. Id know if there was a bun on the crew.

She a pirate?

Can pirates be pirated?

I dont think its time for semantics.

I waved at them to calm down. I just want to know if were going to crash or something, I said.

They looked at each other. Probably not.

Were good. As long as the balloon holds its air, theres no danger.

The balloon that I had poked some flaming holes into. I was about to ask if that would have an impact on the ship staying in the air, but the rumble of feet rushing up the stairs behind me cut off my plans to talk. Okay, thanks and bye! I said as I shot past them. I only paused to kick over a gallon drum with oil printed on its side.

The mechanics screamed and started rushing around to clean up the mess before it reached the engine.

The far end of the room had another stairwell, this one stopped at the next floor up, but I didnt pause to look around and just bolted up to the topdeck.

It was chaos. A team of sailors were placing patches against the balloon, others were repairing some of the ropes wed cut in our little scuffle across the deck.

In the middle of it all, Golden Rogers stood tall and proud, barking orders and pointing this way and that to direct his men. Why arent those sails out yet? Divert more power to turning. Make sure you dont lose sight of them. Were going to run down that little skiff of theirs if its the last thing we do.

I turned this way and that, looking for a place to hide. Maybe I could join my friends if they managed to catch up to them? But then we'll have to deal with this ship again. Maybe I could steal a lifeboat and sabotage the ship some more? That would maybe allow us to get away, and I could rejoin my friends in Needleford. Assuming I could navigate my way over.

I just had to keep the shore to my left.

Feet thumping behind me had me diving for cover behind some boxes. I needed a moment to plan.

And then someone rude grabbed my ears and dragged me up. If youre going to hide, bun, then dont leave your filthy ears poking out above cover!

I was in a spot of trouble.

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