Chapter 61: Imbalance

Chapter 61: Imbalance

Sergeant Snips woke beneath the water.

She stretched out her limbs, shuddering as each muscle loosened.

Blinking her lone eye, she peered at her surroundings with blurred vision.

Pre-dawn light filtered down from above, bathing the pool in orange and pink light.

Her missing eye, which was still a minor annoyance at times, itched beneath her prized eye-patch. She scratched the top of the patch absentmindedly while her thoughts slowly churned into motion.

I slept for the entire day and night...?

No awakening had come from her slumber, but she felt renewed, her body filled with vigor.

Scuttling out of the pool, she headed for the scheduled meeting.

***

"G'day, Theo!"

"Fischer!"

He strode toward me, and we clasped hands.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I always sleep well here, mate. Tropica is a little slice of paradise."

He looked up at the sky and its blend of colors, letting out a content sigh.

"I can see that. Being so close to the ocean is a blessing—I'm beyond jealous."

"Hey, you could always move here. Bring your fishing club down and set up a little clubhouse."

"If only—I have commitments in the capital, unfortunately."

"Well, there's always a spare bed available in my house if you come visit. You're welcome anytime."

He shook his head with a laugh.

“You're too good to me, Fischer.” He quirked an eyebrow. “You're sure there's no ulterior motives?”

I held up my hands.

“You got me, mate—I'm trying to lure you into a life of fishing and heresy.”

“Jokes on you—I'm already well past that line.” He yawned. “Before we get started on this selfless hook-crafting lesson... are you a coffee drinker? I want to try out that new coffee machine.”

I grinned.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing."

***

"Good morning, Fischer!" Sue yelled, a bead of sweat on her brow as she rushed to keep up with the coffee orders.

"Mornin', Sue!" I called from the back of the line.

Some people in line turned, giving me smiles, which I happily returned.

"Is it always this busy?" Theo asked.

"Not usually, but I think it's only gonna get busier when people get a taste for the liquid of the gods."

"Understandable. I still can't believe George organized affordable coffee for the masses—in retrospect, it's a genius idea, but I've never seen it implemented in any of the other towns or villages I've visited."

I grinned at Theo's assumption, but was happy to give George the credit—he'd been having a tough crack of it lately.

“Do you travel much?” I asked. “You never did tell me what you did for work...”

"I travel around a lot. It comes with the territory, unfortunately. Not every place I visit is as idyllic as Tropica."

He pursed his lips.

"I suppose I can tell you what I do for work, but can you promise to keep it to yourself?"

"You're not some crime lord's muscle, are you?" I asked with a laugh. "You seem a little too wholesome to be a hired thug..."

He gave me an askew glance, smirking at my words.

"I'm sorry to get serious for a second, but I need your word that you'll keep it to yourself. If you share what I do, there may be... consequences."

"Wait, you aren't really a crime lord's enforcer, are you?"

I kept the smile on my face, showing him I was still joking.

"Mate, I wouldn't tell anyone even if there weren't consequences—that's not what friends do."

Theo nodded at my words, accepting them as the truth.

"Alright."

He leaned in, speaking softly.

"I'm a crown auditor. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't," I whispered back, "but I can sort of guess just by the job title. You check up on villages and businesses to make sure they're playing by the rules, yeah?"

He nodded.

"That's right."

"Well, that certainly explains the clothes—why the mystery, though? Is it that important to protect your identity?"

"It is. If people knew who we were, every time we were spotted on the road, someone could run ahead and warn other villages of our impending arrival. We tend to operate by going on long excursions, hitting every stop on the way."

"Ah, got ya. That makes sense."

"... is it working?"

"Sorry, mate—I think we should just be friends."

"Ahhh," Theo lamented as he stood. "Unrequited love."

"Uh..." Maria said. "Are you sure you guys aren't...? It’s fine if you are."

"No," I blurted, realizing we'd taken it too far.

"W-we're only joking," Theo said at the same time, coming to a similar conclusion.

Maria was trying to hide a smile, but failed spectacularly.

Theo shook his head.

"Young lady! I have never!"

"Sorry," she said, her laugh finally escaping. "I couldn't help myself."

I took a deep breath, exulting as I stretched and let it out.

When I finished, I turned to Maria.

"How's Sharon doing?"

She beamed.

"Mom is doing really well, Fischer. I came to get a coffee for dad and I. He stayed up all night, refusing to leave her unwatched for a moment—despite her protests."

"Well, we'll leave you to it, then. We wouldn't want to keep your poor dad waiting."

She nodded, her hair flowing with the movement.

"I might see you later, then. I'm sure mom would love to meet you at some point."

She turned to Theo.

"It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise, young lady. It was a pleasure."

After Maria was long gone, Theo raised an eyebrow at me.

"Her mother was unwell?"

"Yeah, mate. Really sick. Even elixirs from the Cult of the Alchemist weren't working, but another villager performed a miracle with some herbal concoction."

"Really? Alchemist elixirs didn't work, but a herbal remedy did?"

"Yeah. I have no doubt she'd still be unwell if it weren't for Barry's intervention."

"Fascinating..."

***

"Have at it, Fischer!" Fergus called from the back of the smithy. "You need a hand? I'll be busy back here a while, but if you're not ready to do it yourself..."

"Nah, mate! I've got it!"

Fergus flicked his goggles back on and returned his attention to the molten slag before him.

"Give me a yell if you get stuck!"

Theo gave me an odd look.

"You do it yourself? I thought you said the smith helped you make them...?"

"Well, yeah! He helped me make the castings and showed me how to do, well... everything. It's super simple though, so I can fly solo now. Here, I'll show you."

***

Theo watched with growing amazement at Fischer's aptitude.

I know he said the smith showed him how, but his hand is so steady, his movements so exact. I'd think he'd been a blacksmith for years if he didn't tell me otherwise.

Thep shook his head, returning his attention to Fischer and the metal he was currently melting in the forge.

Thick muscles bulged from Fischer's forearms as he gripped the tongs.

Even his body looks like he's been a blacksmith for years...

Fischer withdrew the crucible, and in a single flowing movement, swept it to the molding and began to pour. A thin line of molten metal poured directly into the hole, and at what looked like the perfect moment, he moved the crucible to the next casing, not losing a single drop of metal to the table.

When the last casing was poured, he set tongs and crucible down, scooped up all the molds, and carried them toward the bucket of... oil?

Theo's knowledge of smithing was rudimentary at best, but he was pretty sure they used oil in the forging process.

"Are you alright if I step outside for a moment, Fischer? I just need to go speak to Marcus about the departing time."

"No worries, mate," Fischer replied, still focusing on the casings.

No worries...? Theo thought. He has such an odd way of speaking sometimes...

"I'll be back in a moment, then."

***

I barely heard Theo's words, completely focused as I was.

A state of flow had overtaken me, my work all-consuming.

I dropped the molds into the oil, then reached in and flicked the latches open. The oil getting on my skin didn't bother me in the least, and as the metal swiftly cooled, I reached into the bottom and plucked up the hooks.

I pulled them up just in time for all four hooks to transform as one.