Airborn (25 page)

“Cruse.”

The voice reached us as a hiss from the trees. I whirled, expecting the worst, but instead saw Bruce Lunardi, hunched over, beckoning to us.

“I saw the whole thing,” he said.

We moved toward him, in among a thick screen of ferns and trees that completely shielded us from the
Aurora
. Bruce’s lips were unnaturally red in his pale face, his skin greasy with sweat. I looked at his leg and saw that it was still bleeding through the rough bandage he’d torn from his shirt. He looked terrible.

“Are you all right?” I asked him.

“I was worried about you two,” he said. He seemed anxious to explain. “When you distracted the cat, I ran until I was sure it wasn’t following. Then I stopped and went back a ways, to try to find you.”

“How’s your leg?” Kate asked. She glanced at me, looking worried.

“It started hurting pretty badly in the night,” Bruce said. “I’ll live. But listen. I should have stayed and helped you fight the cat. I did try to find you, but I didn’t want to call out. Then I thought I heard it moving around in the trees again, and it seemed pointless to wander. I started back for the ship.”

“That was sensible,” I said to reassure him. I wondered if he was a bit feverish.

Bruce shook his head. “I got lost on my way back, even with the compass, and then my leg was slowing me down so I had to rest all the time. By then it was nighttime, so I waited until first light. Didn’t get any sleep. All I heard were things moving around; it was deafening. Eventually dawn came and I found my way back to the beach.” He nodded toward the ship. “They got here just ahead of me.”

“You were lucky, then,” I said. “Those are Szpirglas’s men. They have a base on the other side of the island.”

“We spent a very pleasant night there,” said Kate. “I had the captain’s private cabin.”

Bruce looked at her as if he wasn’t sure she was telling stories or not. His face was so bewildered I felt sorry for him.

“We got away, but not fast enough,” I said. “What happened?”

“I was just about to walk out from the trees on this side. I could see some of our crew working on the ship, and then suddenly this other group appears, and they’re running and shouting and waving pistols.”

“How many?” I asked.

“Half dozen, maybe more. More I think. Szpirglas led them. They worked pretty fast. I backed up into the trees. The pirates held the crew at gunpoint, tied their hands behind their backs. They marched them inside, the crew in front as hostages and shields. They pulled the gangways up after them. There were a couple gunshots,” Bruce said, looking sick. “And then the starboard gangway opened for a second, and one of the pirates, a tall rangy fellow, went rushing out, back into the forest.”

“We saw him,” I said. “He’ll bring the rest.” If he was headed back to the pirate village, it would take at least six hours before they returned in full force. Unless they brought their airship.

I peered through the bamboo at the windows of the starboard lounge but could see nothing against the sun’s glare. I wondered if the pirates had gath
ered all their hostages in there.

“We’ve got to free them,” Kate said.

“Yes, but how is the question,” I said. “If the pirates spot us, they’ll kill us without blinking.”

“We must kill them first,” she said fiercely.

I looked at her in shock.

“They tried to kill us, Matt. They killed my grandfather. They’ll kill everyone on board—you know they will.”

She was right. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“If we can get to the captain’s cabin, we can get the ship’s gun,” Bruce said.

I shook my head. “It’s gone. They took it away the first time they boarded.”

“Then we’ll take some of theirs,” said Kate. “We’ll get inside and make some noise. They’ll send one man out to investigate. We wait for him. We whack him—”

“Whack him?” I said.

“Yes, bash him with something very hard, like a frying pan or a lug wrench, right in the skull.”

She said it with such ferocity, her hands balled into fists, that I winced.

“He’s knocked out, we tie him up, take his pistol, and then go in and surprise the other pirates and
shoot them through the hearts.”

Bruce scratched at his chin and smiled. I looked at Kate and shook my head in disgust.

“Perhaps we could work in a little swordplay first,” I suggested. “You wouldn’t want to cut short your swashbuckling.”

“What’s the matter?” she said. “Are you saying it won’t work?”

“Do you have much experience, shooting a pistol?” I asked.

“How hard can it be?” She made a gun of her thumb and forefinger.

“Well, I’ve never fired a gun in my life,” I told her.

“I have,” said Bruce, and both Kate and I turned to him in surprise.

“In a shooting range,” he added with a sheepish grin. “I was a pretty lousy shot, actually. It’s trickier than it looks. I don’t know that I’d trust myself to shoot straight in a pinch.”

“Exactly. These men were shooting before they could walk. We’d be dead in a second.” My body felt hollow and weak. “I’m being honest. I don’t think I could shoot a man, even one as bad as Szpirglas.”

“I’m not so squeamish,” Kate said, and her expression frightened me.

“There must be other ways,” I said.

“The fact remains,” Kate said, “that we’ve got to separate these men from their guns, and I don’t see any other way to do that.”

“She’s right,” said Bruce, “about the whacking part at least. If we can lure them out one at a time, maybe we have a chance. Knock them out, tie them up, take away their guns.”

“You’re not in much shape to whack anybody,” I said.

“I’ve got some fight in me.”

“I’m sure you do, but I just don’t fancy our chances trading blows with pirates. Your leg’s chewed up.”

“Don’t you worry about that. And remember, I’ve got a few years on you,” he added pointedly.

“And thirty pounds, I know that. But I’m not about to go playing fisticuffs and pistols with pirates.”

“I’m also the senior member of crew here.”

I stared at him in amazement. “What are you saying, Bruce, that you should take charge?”

“By the books, yes.”

“Well, I don’t think we have any books on hand, and besides, you don’t know this ship like me. You’ve sailed on her three days, not three years.”

“I outrank you, it’s a fact.”

“Your rank’s bought and paid for,” I said, my teeth barely parting.

“This isn’t helping,” said Kate.

I rubbed my forehead hard.

“They think we’re dead in the hydrium pit,” I said. “We have surprise on our side. I know every inch of this ship. I’ve got a spare set of keys in my cabin. I get those, and we can go anywhere. I can open doors, lock them. If we can lure the pirates into certain cabins and bays, we can lock them up. Then we can free the officers and the captain and fly out of here before the other pirates arrive.”

“Ambitious,” said Bruce.

“We’ll probably still have to whack a few pirates,” Kate said.

“One or two if it makes you happy,” I told her. “But I don’t want to squander our surprise. Before we do anything, we need to get aboard and have a look around. We’re no use out here. I reckon in about six hours we’ll have the whole godforsaken crew of them aboard, and there’ll be no hope of escape then. Are we agreed?”

“Yes,” said Bruce.

“How do we get on board?” Kate asked.

“Tail fin.”

The
Aurora
’s stern was close to the water. We stayed buried in the trees off her starboard side and worked our way back until we were directly across from her fins. From here, we were almost out of sight from the passenger windows. We ran. Set into the bottom of the vertical tail fin was a rectangular hatch, about six feet off the ground. The landing gear gave me a foothold, and I heaved myself up onto the step and tried to open the hatch. To my huge relief, the handle turned, and I opened the hatch as smoothly and quietly as I could. I took a quick peek inside then climbed in.

Inside the narrow tail fin, I crouched on the metal catwalk, waiting for my breathing to calm. I listened. All was still. I turned back to the hatch, nodded, then reached down and helped Kate scramble up.

“All right?” I asked Bruce.

“Yep,” he said through tight lips. He used his good leg to get his footing and then pulled himself up. I helped him in. He was wincing. I didn’t like the look of his leg at all. The bandage was sodden with blood.

We were all inside. I slid the hatch silently shut. Light came from three portholes and from an electric lamp overhead. Oh, it was good to be aboard
her again, even under these terrible circumstances. Just the feel of her around me cheered my heart.

The ship’s auxiliary control room was built right inside the bottom of the tail fin. If there was ever a breakdown in the main control car, the
Aurora
could be flown from back here. My eyes moved across all the rudimentary instruments and silent control panels arranged on either side of the cramped walkway. There was the elevator wheel and the rudder wheel. A gyro compass was positioned above the rudder, and there was an altimeter beside the elevator wheel. Ignition buttons, throttles. There was the ballast board with gauges telling you how much water you had and in which tanks. Over to one side was the gas board, telling you how full each of the twenty-six gas cells was. I peered up at them. The ship was ninety-nine percent full in all her cells. She was airtight and sound.

Bruce’s breathing was coming quick and fast.

“Let’s take a look at that wound,” Kate said.

Bruce just shook his head.

“Come on,” said Kate. “I won’t swoon.”

He unwound the bandage. Silently I sucked back air. It looked terrible. The cloud cat had raked his left calf with its claws and clamped its teeth around his ankle, sure enough. It was all red and inflamed
and, more worrying, yellow from pus.

“We need some disinfectant for that,” I said, “and fresh bandages. I’ll try to get into the infirmary.”

“Shouldn’t I come as well?” Kate asked, and the look on her face was that of a small child, afraid to be left alone at night.

“I’ll be faster alone. Safer too. I want to find out where the pirates are, where they’ve got everyone. You two stay here.”

“What if someone comes?”

“Get out the hatch and back into the trees, all right?”

“What about you, if something happens to you?”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me. I know every inch of this ship. She’ll hide me. I’ll be fast.”

“Lighter than air,” Kate said, “is that right?”

“Lighter than air.”

She grabbed my hand and held it so tight for a moment I winced.

“It’ll be fine,” I said. “We’ll all be fine. Check the lockers down here. See what you can find. Maybe some rope and things for gagging them and tying them up…” It made me feel queasy even to think of what we must do.

“Good luck, Matt,” said Bruce.

Even now I felt a pang of jealousy leaving them alone together. But I could still feel the imprint of Kate’s hand upon mine.

There was only one way out of the tail fin, and that was a tall ladder that angled steeply up to the keel catwalk. I took it silently, and before my head came level with the corridor, I stopped and listened. I pressed my ear to the metal and waited for vibrations. There were none. I tipped my eyes over the rim and looked.

The keel catwalk stretched forward, lit overhead by electric lamps. It was clear. I climbed up and started running. My bare feet made no noise. I kept my head cocked, listening, breathing silently. I liked being alone. No one’s eyes on me, expecting me to make things right. Just me and the ship. The
Aurora
’s intricate anatomy scrolled before my mind’s eye. I knew every passageway, every hatchway, every crawl space and vent.

Quickly I made my way to the crew quarters. I put my ear to the door of my cabin and listened before opening it and slipping inside. My keys hung from a hook by the mirror. I pocketed them. For a moment I didn’t want to leave. It was my room. I looked at my bunk. Part of me wanted to crawl into it and pull the covers over my head and sleep and
pretend that everything was all right. On the wall by my pillow were the pictures of my mother and sisters and father. I’ll be fine, I told myself.

Running again, forward along the catwalk. If I kept going, I’d end up at the door to the passenger quarters. There might be a pirate stationed there, since it was near the exit gangways. How was I to get to A-Deck? I had a hunch that Szpirglas would assemble everyone in the starboard lounge. It was the biggest reception room on board, and it made sense to keep all his hostages in one place where he could guard them most easily.

I paused and thought. I couldn’t risk creeping around A-Deck, but I could spy down on it from the roof. I’d need to get on top of the passenger quarters, and the only way to get to it was from overhead.

I hurried along to one of the ladders leading up to the axial catwalk. Up I went, wary. Even with the sun high in the sky, it was shadowy along the catwalk, though the outer skin of the ship gave off a luminous moonlight glow, its silver surface reflecting the sun.

Axial catwalk, clear. I stopped at a supply locker, took a harness and coil of rope, and slung it over my shoulder. Forward I went, the walls of the gas cells
puckering and sighing all around me. I stopped. I was now directly over A-Deck. Far below me I could see the ceiling. I tied one end of my line to the side of the catwalk and gingerly climbed over the railing in my harness.

Like a spider I dropped, straight down, spinning out my line as I went. Down through this shimmering mango-scented canyon. Gently I touched down on the roof of A-Deck. The bottoms of the gas cells hung only a few feet above, and I had to get down on my knees to move about. Any loud noise might be heard below. I figured I was over the gymnasium—not likely anyone was exercising right now. I shrugged myself clear of the harness. It did make me feel claustrophobic, the hydrium bags hovering above me, rustling against my back as I crawled beneath them.

Silver ventilation ducts formed a network on the roof, carrying fresh air through the passenger quarters. High in the wall of every lounge and cabin were narrow slitlike grilles. I could see through them if I could get inside the ducts. They were large, but it would still be a tight squeeze and slither.