Islands of Rage and Hope (eARC) (6 page)

There were three yachts on the deck of the supply ship on cradles. From the looks of them, they were being refurbished to be added to the squadron. Sophia sometimes wondered if her da was doing this just to "own" more motor yachts than anyone else in the world. There were no open cradles so she wasn't sure what the
Grace
intended to do with the
Sunk Investment
. From her experience with Skipper Buckley, sink it and fire him was the correct answer.

A dinghy came alongside and a team led by a man in his fifties clambered aboard.

"Who's the skipper?" the man yelled.

"Here," LeEllen said as the man came up on the flying bridge.

"I'm the away unrep boss," he said. "Blake Parker at your service. I'll take the helm. You run your crew. From now on, making sure you don't sink is my responsibility."

"Your conn," LeEllen said, lifting her hands from the wheel.

"Any chance you've got an inventory?" the man asked as he expertly came up to the bigger ship. "On and off?"

"Here," LeEllen said, pulling out a printed out sheet.

"Barry!" the man yelled. "Inventory!"

"Seriously?" the younger man said, coming up on the flying bridge and taking the sheet. "Roger, I'll call this in."

"They're about dry," Parker said, looking at the gauges. "Get the fuel hose over here first."

He conned the boat up to the supply ship which threw a line attached to a rubber covered grapnel onto the sundeck. The unrep crew quickly got the line onto the boat, then used it to haul a heavier line onto the yacht. With that they got four lines aboard so that the yacht was essentially moored, at a distance, from the supply ship. By the time the fourth line was in place, the fuel hose was already being lowered from the supply ship.

"
That
is a well trained crew," Sophia said wistfully.

"They should be," Parker said. "We've been doing this enough. Who are you, Ensign?" he said, looking at Sophia, quizzically.

"Division commander," Sophia said.

"Here to tell us what we're doing wrong?" the unrep boss asked.

"Here to make sure
my
crews are doing it
right
," Sophia said.

"So far so good," Parker said. "You've actually got an inventory. That's a big help. We used to tell the boats to bring it over when they joined so we could have stuff ready. Nobody ever had one so we gave up. We just do it on the fly, now. Pain in the ass."

"All three of my boats have their inventories prepared," Sophia said. "Would it help to get them over to your people?"

"A lot," the unrep boss said, looking over his shoulder at her. He keyed the radio on his shoulder. "Charlie, Blake. This division's actually got its inventories and stores requests. Want to send somebody around collecting them?"

"On it."

"We do have some toilet paper," Blake said. "One of the boats found a container that we could get to. But don't ask for feminine hygiene products."

"We've got some," LeEllen said. "And the boats have been sharing around."

"This boat's got a problem with its ROWPU," Sophia said. "We think it's the filters but we haven't found any that fit in our clearance. Any chance you've got some of those?"

"Depends on the make," Parker said.

"HRO," LeEllen said. "Seafari mini. We think it's the sea strainer rather than the osmo membrane. But we don't have any parts for either."

"Charlie," the unrep boss radioed. "Got somebody can check out this boat's ROWPU?"

"Not right now. I'll put it on the list. What's the make?"

"HRO Mini," Parker said.

"Stand by."

The unrep crew had brought over a set of cargo nets on a zip-line and were working with the
Friday
crew to move the material on the aft deck into it. As soon as one net was loaded, it was sent back aboard the ship on the same line.

"We don't have any parts for a Mini onboard. I've got a couple that are in good shape and would probably fit. I'll send Mellan over as soon as he gets freed up."

"Okay," Parker said. "You heard the man."

"Thought that might be the case," LeEllen said.

"You're not asking for
anything
?" the unrep boss said, looking at a copy of the inventory.

"We've been salvaging a lot," Sophia said. "And sharing around. And I told my people not to ask for stuff you're not going to have. About the only thing this boat needed was fuel."

"You, young lady, are a delight," Parker said. "People are asking for fresh vegetables. Right. Like we've got those. We're about done here. That your Zod tied up, Ensign?"

"Yes," Sophia said.

"If you don't mind, I'll catch a ride to the next boat with you. We're sort of overloaded."

"Not an issue," Sophia said.

The untie was done more or less in reverse with one line after another going back aboard the supply ship until the yacht was free. Parker maneuvered it away from the
Grace
until it was a hundred meters out, then lifted his hands from the controls.

"Your boat, ma'am," the unrep boss said. "And I thank you for being prepared."

"Thank you for a professional job," LeEllen said.

"Call in to TraffCom for parking instructions," Parker said. "Ensign, after you."

"Roger," Sophia said, heading down to her Zodiac.

"Barry, I'm riding with the ensign," Parker said. "Which is the next boat?"

"The
Negocio Arriesgado
," Sophia said, pointing. "It translates as
Risky Business
."

"Risky business this is indeed," Parker said. "Let's cast off. Time's a-wastin'."

"You're Seawolf, huh?" Parker asked as Sophia pulled away from the boat.

"Yep," Sophia said. "Is that an issue?"

"No," Parker replied. "People talk. 'She's only a skipper 'cause of her dad.' Captain Gilbert said you're a skipper 'cause you have your shit together. I wasn't sure. Glad to have a confirmation. You guys really fight your way out of Central Park? Just the four of you?"

"No," Sophia said.

"Thought so."

"There was a team of National Guardsmen we hooked up with," Sophia said. "And my uncle and a security guy. And it was Washington Square."

"So that's no shit?" Parker said. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Sophia said. "And it wasn't fun. Well, Faith had fun. Me, not so much. I'd only brought along a forty-five and I just about ran out of rounds. When the lights went out, every fucking zombie in New York descended on the concert. It... Yeah, it wasn't fun."

"Sorry," Parker said, nodding. "I thought that was bullshit. But...wow."

"Estrella," Sophia yelled, cruising down the side of the
Risky Business
. "Coming aboard with the unrep team. Tell Lillie."

"I was sweating having to figure this out," Rainey said, watching the unrep crew handled the lines. "Glad there's somebody else to do it."

"Every one of those people could be doing something else," Sophia said. "Running boats, some of them even running ships..."

"Like me," Parker said, watching the unrep to make sure nothing was going wrong. "I'd much rather be running a freighter or a supply ship. Or even one of these. Instead of dealing with mostly moronic or bitchy captains. You're an exception, ma'am, let me make that clear."

"Oh, I can be a bitch," Lillie said, laughing. "But I'm so grateful I don't have to do this I'd discuss having your babies if I didn't already have a bun in the oven."

"When are you due?" Parker asked.

"February, March," Rainey said. "Like most of the squadron."

"And that's gonna be a time for any man in his right mind to be at sea..."

"And, we're away," Parker said as the unrep of the
Bella Senorita
was completed. "Jesus, three tons of stores from you guys. Might I officially say thank you for that and for the way your people were prepared."

"Put it in your report," Sophia said, smiling. "And thank you for your professional help. Hope you get that boat someday soon."

"Eh, I'm doing good work," Parker said, shrugging. "Any time I wonder why I'm bothering, I watch the night sky video."

"Night sky video?" Sophia asked.

"They run it in the theater on the
Boadicea
on a regular schedule," Parker said. "It's sort of mandatory for freshies but a lot of people attend. You should see it. It's... Yeah. Anyway, I've got to get going. Light a candle and all that. Thank you, again."

"And thank you," Sophia said. As the unrep boss boarded his boat she keyed the radio for TraffCon.

"TraffCon, Division Seven. Unrep complete. Marching orders. Over."

"Move to rear of small boat flotilla, north side. Switch to channel twenty-three for orders."

"Rear of flotilla, north side, aye. Switch twenty-three, aye," she radioed. She picked up the mike for division ops and keyed it. "Okay, ladies, follow me. And let's give them a show..."

"We've got the grain silos cleared in south Vicksburg and as long as we don't show any lights at night the zombies don't cluster. Bring ammo if you're coming in. Even any reloading material you find. We've got the equipment if you've got the primers..."

From:
Collected Radio Transmissions of The Fall

University of the South Press 2053

"...Understood. Division out." Sophia switched back to division frequency.

"Business, Friday, Bella,
over."

"
Risky Business
."

"
Finally Friday
, over."

"Here's the orders. We have until day after tomorrow, oh-eight-hundred, for rear area activities, whatever those are. So we've got the rest of the afternoon and all day tomorrow. Rotate your crews as you see fit. Crews and skippers can visit
Boadicea
or
Tan
.
Tan
is for supply issues.
Boadicea
is for downtime. Either the skipper or
two
crew members must be onboard. I'm hereby amending that to two crew, period. So figure out your rotation schedule and then send them off to the
Bo
.
Friday
, clear, over?"

"
Bella
,
Friday
. Two aboard, day and a half off. Over."

"
Business
, clear, over?"

"Got it,
Bella
. Will do."

"Okay," Sophia said, turning around. She'd taken the belowdecks helm for the short conference and the crew were in the saloon directly behind. "You all get that?"

"Got it, Skipper," Walker said.

"Tom, you probably want to get your head down?"

"I could use some sleep, yes," Walker said.

"I'll take first watch on the boat," Sophia said. "You can be the second onboard. Rest of you can head out if you want. I need at least one of you back by midnight. Any questions?"

"There's a market on the
Bo
, ma'am," Batari said. "I could use some spices and condiments. Can I take some stuff to trade?"

"Go and look, first," Celementina said. "I would like to go over to the
Tan
, too. For the same. Look and see what they have t'ey're not giving up. We might still have some stuff t'ey want to trade. I can' believe you gave up all my spares."

"They don't fit our boat," Sophia pointed out.

"I could have used them to trade with t'ese other boats, Skip," Celementina said. "I bet I find parts for t'e
Friday
."

"Just don't lose the offshore," Walker said. "I guarantee that people are just taking off in those. If I may suggest, Skipper, one of us stay on the offshore. I can stay up, run people around. Then go back and get them at midnight. That's plenty of sleep. Probably they can cadge rides around. Then tomorrow, if they've made any deals, we can close them. But that would leave just you onboard."

"
Friday, Business, Bella,
over," Sophia said, keying the radio.

"
Business
."

"
Friday
."

"Have the second crewman take your people where they want to go. Pick-up will be at the
Bo
at midnight. If they want to go someplace else, they can catch a ride. Do not leave your dinghies or offshores tied up and unattended. Copy?"

"
Business
. Why, over?"

"They go missing," Sophia radioed.

"Got it."

"
Friday
, aye."

"Okay," Sophia said. "Any more questions or comments?"

"When are you going to the
Bo
, ma'am?" Walker asked.

"Not sure I am," Sophia said, shrugging. "I'm good onboard. You can either head over on midwatch or you can head over tomorrow."

"Do we
have
to be back by midnight?" Olga asked, pouting. "There may be interesting things going on afterwards. Parties don't usually get really going until around eleven. And there might be handsome Marines aboard."

"No," Sophia said. "That's when the boat's coming to pick people up. If you stay overnight, we'll run another boat over at oh-eight hundred. And I'm sure you can convince somebody to give you a ride."

"I'm
sure
of that," Olga said, brightening. "Oh, you meant on a
Zodiac
? That could be fun."

"
Bella Senorita
, Squadron, looking for
Bella
Actual if aboard, over."

The sun was slowly setting in the west and Sophia was thinking about getting some more clothes on. She'd been in her usual bikini. But the temperature hadn't really dropped, yet.

"
Bella
Actual," Sophia replied. "Hi, Da."

"You coming to the
Bo
, over?"

"Not today," Sophia said. "Gave my crew some time off. Over."

"Roger. Squadron out."

"Well," Sophia said. "That was abrupt. Love you, too, Da."

Sophia had slipped into a track suit when the sun went down. She only had one Navy uniform and she saved that for when she needed it.

There were Zodiacs moving around from boat to boat all the time but one was headed her way. Since theirs was alongside it was either crew coming back early or somebody coming for a courtesy call.

"
Bella Senorita
, Squadron Actual, over."

"
Bella
Actual, over," Sophia replied.

"Mind if your mom and I come aboard?"

"Glad to have you," Sophia said. "Sorry about not coming over to the
Bo
. I wanted to give my crew the time off."

"Which is why you're an ensign. We're approaching in a Zod. Be there in a jiff."

"I was planning on coming over tomorrow," Sophia said, hugging her mother.

"You don't want us on your boat?" Stacey teased. "Not keeping your room clean?"

"My boat is ready for inspection," Sophia said. "My rack, not so much. And Batari is over on the
Bo
. So I'm going to have to cook."

"I think I can remember how to find my way around a galley," Stacey said.

"I need to head to the helm," Sophia said. "I'd wake Thomas up but he's been running since midwatch last night."

"I'll join you if you don't mind," Steve said.

"We see each other plenty," Stacey said. "I think I see him more doing this than when we were home."

Walker woke up at the sound of voices and slid his hand under the pillow. Then he heard the skipper laugh and went instantly back to sleep.

"How are things going?" Sophia asked, sitting down at the interior helm. The boat was on autopilot so all she had to do was be there for emergencies and to monitor the radio.

"As well as could be expected," Steve said. "Better even. The night sky video has helped immensely with some building pressures from the Euro block."

"That's the second time I've heard about that video," Sophia said. "Description?"

"Watch it," Stacey said, laying out some sushi rolls. "It's better if it's not described. Then you'll come back and watch it again."

"We'd gotten a video from The Hole to show to our people," Steve said. "It was powerful but I ran it past Zumwald as a cross check. He said let him have it and he'd get back to me. Came back a week later with a new one. And it was, yeah, better. But you do need to see it. I think it's over the top. Most people don't agree."

"I suspect you'll hate it," Stacey said. "And not be able to keep from crying. Your cook left these in the fridge. What is the fish? It's good."

"Something we found under a raft," Sophia said. "It looked like a triple tail but it wasn't. I was sort of afraid of eating it but Batari just chopped it up."

"Putting cooks on the small boats is making more sense," Steve said. "But there's a bunch of work to do on the large ships, too. And you really can't have people trying to cook for themselves, there."

"So what's the problem with the Eurotrash?" Sophia asked, taking a sushi roll. The fish was still fresh and richer even than tuna.

"The Euros are, understandably, interested in when the squadron is going to put some ships over clearing Europe," Steve said, shrugging. "I'm sure that when I do, Americans will ask why we're not putting all our resources to the U.S. And China has officially requested aid."

"Hell, we don't even have a Pacific squadron clearing the West Coast," Sophia said. "We're not even clearing the
East
Coast."

"We're getting there," Steve said. "Now that the tropical season is over we can work our way in. I'm looking at various concepts. We'll do it. And Europe and, yeah, Asia. Somebody has to..." he added, rubbing his face.

"Da, it's not all on you, you know," Sophia said softly.

"No, it's not," Steve said. "It's on all of us. But we'll get it done. Well, we'll get it more done. I want lights on. I want cities lit. Small cities, mind you. There's not going to be many left of us on the land. But we'll get it done. How is the clearance going?"

"We find boats, we clear boats," Sophia said, shrugging. "Same old same old. Occasional odd items. No biggie."

"Having any problems with your skippers?" Steve asked.

"No," Sophia said. "They're good and they're getting better. Teaching them to teach their crews is the tough part. They're learning. Thomas has been a damned blessing, I'll tell you that."

"The ESL teacher?" Steve said, taking a bite of sushi.

"He's more than an ESL teacher," Sophia said. "I don't know what, but he's a damned good shot. He's
covered
in scars. Not like Olga; I know combat scars at this point and he's been blown up and shot so many times he must be held together with stitching like Frankenstein's monster. And he's like a walking dictionary, not to mention a walking translator bot. He says he's a man of many parts. I'm wondering
how
many."

"That sounds like an issue," Steve said, frowning. "If he's been less than forthcoming, that's a trust issue."

"He's been less than forthcoming," Sophia said. "But I trust him. Totally. I don't know
why
I do. Yes, I do know. He's former military. U.S. He
feels
like Fontana, you know? He says he was a truck driver but his records got lost. Bull. He was an NCO or something. A senior one. He sort of has that feel. Not like a gunny. Army. But he doesn't, too. Like, he has a quote for everything, like you, Da. But, I dunno. There's more. All I know is I trust him and he's one hell of an asset."

"Should I look into it?" Steve asked.

"I'd prefer you didn't," Sophia said. "You're the boss and it's up to you. I don't know why he doesn't come out and say what he really was, but I'd hate to lose him."

"I ever talk about the French Foreign Legion?" Steve asked.

"Not really, no," Sophia said. "I sort of know what it is."

"More like was," Steve said. "Formed by Louis the Fourteenth to build up his forces. It only takes non-French volunteers as enlisted men. All the officers are French. The 'enlisted' over the years have included generals from other armies, usually ones that were on the run for some reason. They're given new names and new identities and as long as they do their full term of service, with honor, they can live under them for the rest of their lives as full French citizens. After World War Two it was filled with former SS, many of them under death sentences for their actions in World War Two. You practically had to speak German to be in a French unit."

"That's screwy," Sophia said.

"It worked for centuries with one notable exception," Steve said. "A mutiny in the 1960s that was an attempted coup. Point being, I'm sure there are all sorts of people in the squadron who have taken the opportunity to become someone else. To forget what they were. As long as they don't screw up, badly, I'll take that. The problem being, leopards don't usually change their spots."

"I'd say his spots are red, white and blue," Sophia said.

"I'll take that."

"You missed me mum and da," Sophia said as Walker came up from the cabins. He was showered, shaved and his iron gray hair neatly styled. Not bad for four hour's sleep after a nearly twenty-four-hour run.

"Heard them, could tell they were friends, went back to sleep," Walker said. "Any food left?"

"We made more," Sophia said. "When I heard you getting up I made fish tacos."

"You, Skipper, are a drunkard's dream," Walker said, uncovering the dish and spooning some of the meat onto a pita.

"Da was curious about you," Sophia said. "And a touch paranoid."

"Why?" Walker asked.

"Because I know a fraud when I see one," Sophia said. "Which isn't quite right. You're not a fraud in the classic sense. You're just not saying everything."

"True," Walker said, shrugging. "If that's an issue I will, reluctantly, ask for a transfer."

"I told him you were former military," Sophia said. "Certainly more than four years. Probably a retired senior NCO although you've been an officer. Probably an instructor in something technical with combat experience. From the languages and combat experience, that says Special Forces. And you're not really like a gunny or a sergeant major. And that I didn't consider you a threat or I wouldn't have given you a weapon. Also that I'd pitch a tantrum if he tried to pull you off my boat being a 'good da.'"

"You, young lady, live up to your name," Walker said, smiling. "Correct on virtually all particulars. Is it an issue?"

"Nope," Sophia said. "As long as it's not an issue. Da said most people who change their background can't change their spots. I said yours were red, white and blue. If that's not the case, then there's probably an issue."

"I wouldn't put it quite so patriotically," Walker said, shrugging. "I've never been one to wrap myself in the flag. Probably because many who do didn't really accept all that it represented, good and bad, and others did so for personal gain rather than true patriotism. But what I do wrap myself in is what this squadron represents. Soldiers do not, by and large, create. They destroy. The question always is whether what they are destroying promotes the value of civilization and the advancement of man and specifically Western concepts and philosophies or degrades them. If it degrades them, valid target. If it promotes them, invalid target. Terrorists? Valid targets. Infected? Valid targets."