The Sea Wolves (16 page)

“Then it would be a brave sacrifice,” Jack said, though his heart cringed at the thought of Ghost harming this beautiful, damaged creature.

She stared at him for some time, and he could sense the turmoil roiling within her. When she spoke at last, he knew that he would remember her words forever.

“Jack, you have become so dear to me, so quickly,” she said, the confession spilling out of her, her eyes full of anguish and honesty. “And it pains me deeply to know how you must see me. Two nights ago you asked me if I loved
him
—”

Jack did not have to ask who she meant. Revulsion flickered across her face.

“Merely to have a man of decency think such a thing of me—especially one in whom I feel such instinctive trust, such … intimacy—I can't endure it. No living soul knows my secrets, but something within me cries out to share them with you, Jack. I feel such guilt for your being here. I saw that night that you are a man of honor, and I know now that you deserve the truth.”

Jack nodded for her to go on, hope rising in him. If she could be honest with him, believe in him, their chances of survival would grow.

She took a deep breath before continuing. “Whoever kills me will breathe in my magic,” she said. “Imagine
Ghost
with my power, able to find anyone or anything he desires, whenever he likes. And now understand that he has
no idea
of the true extent of my abilities. That I have more powers than he can imagine, and they would be his as well. Think on that, Jack.”

“The lesser of two evils,” Jack said. “The lives that he takes now are only a fraction of those who would suffer.”

“Yes. I have considered suicide, but even then…” She shrugged. “I do not know if someone on board would inherit my gifts.”

“It's eating you. Consuming you.” The dreadful weight of her predicament settled upon him. How had she lived with it?

“My secret is yours, now,” Sabine whispered.

Jack pulled her close, ignoring her cry of surprise. She was cool and fragile, and beneath her dress her body felt slight, as if eroding before the sea breeze. He could feel her spine and trace the curves of her ribs. But beauty still resided in her eyes, and Jack pressed his lips to hers, hoping to communicate everything in that kiss—his resolve and strength, his understanding of the wild within himself and determination to restrain it, control it. She kissed him back, and when he pulled away, he thought,
I love you
. But when he spoke, there was something more important to say.

“We're going to save each other.”

“How sweet,” a voice said. Finn sauntered across the mess, Tree behind him. They seemed to block out the light and fill the space with darkness. “The captain will
love
this.”

“Aren't you getting ready to kill?” Jack asked bitterly.

“Always ready for that, Cooky.
Always
. Now come with us. Ghost wants you locked away during the festivities.”

In spite of everything, Jack felt a moment of delight at the idea of being shut up with Sabine once again.

Finn's grin stretched his mouth, reddening scars across his face. “Only you, boy,” he said. “Ghost needs the lady on deck.”

Sabine pulled him close, her lips pressed to his ear, but it was not a kiss she gave him. It was yet another secret.

“I know what to do,” she whispered.

Then she parted from him and slipped away. She squeezed Jack's hand as she left, one simple gesture that communicated so much.
We're going to save each other
, he'd told her. And now he knew that she believed that as well. No matter what Ghost might feel for her, the only emotion she had toward him was fear.

Finn came for Jack, manhandling him across the mess, shoving him into the side of the steep staircase, and Jack took the pain and bit back any thought of retribution. Perhaps he might have given Finn a fight, but not with Tree behind him, immovable and unstoppable. Better to let them believe they had him where they wanted him. But Jack made a vow there and then, as they tumbled him into the small, stinking hold where they'd kept the prisoners from the
Umatilla:
their time would come.

He heard bolts being thrown and padlocks clasped, and he thought of the room he and Sabine had been in that night. That had the most important locks on the inside, meant to keep the wolves out more than captives in. Where he was now was a true prison.

He paced the hold, thinking of those who had been in here so recently. Their scents still hung in the air. It was the smell of desperation. He wondered why Ghost wanted Sabine with him now, how the attack would unfold, and what the results would be. Over a hundred people on that ship, Sabine had said. Soon this room would be full once again.

At last Jack sat down, heart heavy with the knowledge that there was nothing he could do. Fate had brought these two ships together—fate, and Sabine's unnatural skills—and all that was left was for their encounter to play out.

It was several hours until they drew close to the other ship, and then there was shouting, and the thump of hulls nudging against each other. Following that, a strange kind of calm for a while—casual footsteps on the deck above him, the
hush
of the sea forced between hulls, and once or twice Jack was sure he heard laughter. Down in the dark hold, he stood in silence and tried to imagine what might be happening. He knew that the quiet was misleading.

The first time he heard the sound, he wasn't sure it was gunfire. He caught his breath and pressed his ear to the door, feeling the cool draft where door met the uneven frame. Then it came again, and again.
Crack … crack crack!
He'd heard enough shooting in his life to recognize the sound, and now he knew for sure that the attack was on.

Where's Sabine, where's Ghost, what is he having her do, is he keeping her safe?
These ideas tumbled, stirred by confusion and concern. He paced the room, then started slamming into the door. It rattled in its frame but held fast. He kicked at where he knew the bolts to be, but though the wood creaked, they were firm. He knew that the room was built to keep people in, sometimes for many days, but there was little else for him to do.

“Damn you!” he screamed, frustration getting the better of him. Shouting would achieve nothing. “Damn you, Ghost!”

More gunshots, some screaming, and then a low, deep boom that vibrated all through the ship and seemed to knock the breath from his lungs. He staggered against the wall and felt the echo of the noise passing away through the wood.

With a crash, one of the doors leading into the hold gangway was thrown open.
Here they come
, Jack thought, and he pressed himself against the wall beside the door.

A terrible idea settled in him then, and it took his breath away that he had not considered it before: prisoners from the
Weyden
would be thrown inside, and he would be left with them, able to tell them everything that was to come, but powerless to resist … because what if Ghost had tired of him already?

Panic gripped him, more from the idea that he might never see Sabine again than from anything else. Preparing to fight and run, he listened for voices outside but heard only two sets of footsteps.

The door opened and a huge arm swung in, grabbing Jack around the throat and pulling him out. It was Ogre. He flung Jack along the gangway without even looking at him, casting him away like a bag of flour. Kelly was there to catch him.

“Fun's almost over, Cooky,” Kelly said. “Captain says you can come out now.”

Jack blinked in confusion, and then the truth struck him hard. The full moon had just passed. They took prisoners so that they had something to feed upon when the moon forced them to change, when they were so bestial that they could not think clearly and might end up killing one another if they didn't have humans to slaughter. But with nearly a month to go before the next full moon, if they took prisoners now, there would be screaming and crying for an entire month, and those unfortunates would need feeding and watering.

Which meant there would be no survivors from the
Weyden
today.

Jack felt sick. He wanted to kill Ghost there and then. Kelly smiled at him. Ogre saw the look of fury and hatred in Jack's eyes and backhanded him. Blood sprayed from Jack's nose and he crashed against the wall again, hauling himself upright only a foot from Kelly. There was a knife in the pirate's belt. If he was quick, if he moved silently, and if he didn't hesitate for one instant, maybe—

“Don't be stupid,” Kelly said. “You think you're faster than me?”

The pirate glanced sidelong at Jack, and there was blood streaking the man's shoulder and chest. His shirt was holed, and he held his arm awkwardly. Jack thought it almost certain that Kelly had been shot.

“I hope it hurt,” Jack said, stepping out into the gangway.

“What's pain?” Kelly asked. Then he slammed the door closed and fixed the padlocks again, and he and Ogre walked away without sparing Jack another glance.

Jack fled in the other direction, back toward the mess and galley. He plucked up a knife and tucked it into his belt. He paused for a moment, breathing deeply and gathering his thoughts. There were priorities here, and he had to ensure he kept them straight in his head. Otherwise—

Another boom pounded through the ship, carried on the air and conducted through the
Larsen
's structure, and Jack's ears ached with its aftermath. He ran back through the mess and up the steep staircase onto the deck, making sure his loose shirt covered the knife's handle.

Sunlight struck him, unexpectedly bright and warm, and he took a moment to absorb what was happening.

The ship was not as large as the
Umatilla
, but its deck rail was still several feet higher than the
Larsen
's. Smoke billowed from its stern, and he could see that the vessel sat low in the water. One of the twins—he could not tell if it was Huginn or Muninn—appeared for a moment, tilted back his head to scent the air, and then slipped toward a doorway and vanished within. A huge wolf shape dashed across the deck, and more gunfire erupted from somewhere out of sight. Jack ducked down and heard laughter from behind him.

“Scared of catching lead, Cooky?” It was Louis, standing close to the
Larsen
's locked wheel with a rifle in his hands.

Jack didn't answer. Instead, he walked along the deck toward the forecastle, keeping to starboard, away from where the ship was tied portside to the
Weyden
. He passed the place where the skiff had been ripped away by the storm. On the deck stood a collection of trunks, baggage, and leather bags, one of them ruptured and spilling jewelry and coins. Tree hoisted one of the trunks and went into the forecastle, headed for the hold, and Jack realized that the food store down below must also hold the riches the pirates had stolen from the
Umatilla
and other vessels. Treasure, every piece stained with the blood of its original owners.

Ogre and Kelly emerged from the forecastle—they must have passed Tree—and Jack thought they would carry more of the looted valuables below. Instead, they clambered up ropes to the
Weyden
's deck, neither of them sparing a glance for Jack. For such a monstrous mass, Ogre climbed with an unexpected grace, dropping onto the slightly higher deck in a crouch. Kelly stood beside him, scratching at his gunshot wound as if it were an insect bite. He clapped Ogre on the shoulder, and they disappeared through a door into the other ship's superstructure.

There was no sign of Sabine or Ghost, and the
Larsen
felt deserted. Everything was happening on the steamship alongside it. Glancing back toward Louis, Jack moved to the railing and waited for the wolf to call him back. But Louis simply stared, rifle resting across his arms.
They don't consider me a threat at all
, Jack thought, and he stored that knowledge away.

He'd show them. In time, he'd show them their mistake.

“Nothing you can do,” Louis said. “It's already sinking. Ghost has scuttled it.”

Jack moved to the ropes Ogre and Kelly had just climbed, feeling the impact as the hulls scraped together and the heat emanating from the steamer's stern, where the two thudding explosions had originated, hating every moment of his helplessness, wishing for some miracle that would allow him to save even one life.

Gunshots erupted nearby, and he turned left just in time to see the two shapes leaping from the
Weyden
to the
Larsen
. They timed the leap well, moving just as the decks were almost level, and they were shooting again as they landed. Louis stumbled back from the wheel, dark patches stitched across his chest and neck. As he went down, Jack heard the two men hissing to each other, and one of them turned around to look along the deck.

As he saw Jack and raised his revolver, his head snapped forward and he fell. The gun skittered into the sea, and beyond him Jack saw Louis standing with one hand clasping the rail, the other aiming his rifle. His chest and stomach were wet with blood.

The other man turned and ran. He almost tripped over his dead companion, jumping just at the last moment, and his eyes were open in terror.

He's seen what they really look like
, Jack thought.
Seen the beast
. And the man raised his gun, aiming at Jack's heart.