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muddy banks. Then swatches of light bobbed through the darkness, and armed men
stepped from the rushes along the riverbank to stealthily approach the deathly
still figures sprawled in the bloody mud.
THEIR BLACK PLUMES trailing across the starry sky, the four PT boats steamed
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across the ocean, their engines thumping loudly.
A number of dolphins swam alongside the lead petey, occasionally lifting their
bottle-nose heads to give a stuttering squeal. With both of his wounds stiff
and aching, Mitchum slid the longblaster off his shoulder, pulled back the
heavy hammer and shot one. The creature moved sideways from the impact of the
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miniball, human-red blood spraying from the gaping wound. The entire pack
dived out of sight instantly, and as the chugging fleet left them behind, the
dolphins returned to circle the dying mammal, gently nudging it with their
stubby noses. Then a female gave a long howl as if in mourning as the gut-shot
male
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rolled onto its back to expose its pale belly to the air. The rest of the pack
circled their dead friend once more, then swam away, leaving the lifeless meat
to the endless scavengers. But more than one of the dolphins turned to stare
at the noisy dead thing that thundered over the water, watching the two-legs
with intelligent eyes full of raw hatred.
"What was that?" Glassman demanded, lowering his plate of beans and dried
fish.
"Some kind of baby shark," Mitchum said, purging the longblaster before
refilling it with powder, lead and cloth wad, then carefully tramping down the
fresh charge with a blunt nimrod. "Who cares? Just a fish. Ain't got no brains
or human feelings."
With a shrug, Glassman returned to his meal.
"Ahoy, the captain!" a sailor called out from an aft PT boat, a hand pointing
to the sky. "Two o'clock high!
"It's them!" Mitchum snarled, lifting his long-blaster, but withheld firing.
The weird air wag was bobbing along in the sky without a care in the world.
The sec chief trembled with the urge to kill, and had to mentally force his
hands to lower the flintlock.
"Well, don't stand there gawking like virgins in a gaudy house!" Mitchum
snarled, stalking along the deck. "They're getting away! Load the .50 cals!
Ready the
Firebirds!" Nobody moved to obey the command. The sec chief fumed in his
impotence, and bit back words he knew would only get him aced.
"Land ho!" another called in warning, "Breakers at our noon!"
A corporal backed away from the sight. "That's Forbidden Island!"
"What?" a sec man gasped, spinning in shock.
On the horizon was a long landmass with two live volcanoes. There could be no
doubt as to which island that was.
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"Nuke me, it is!" Glassman shouted, throwing away his plate. "Emergency stop!
Cut all engines!"
The crew rushed to the tasks, and soon the boats were anchored relatively
motionless in the waves. Reaching into an equipment box, Glassman pulled out
binocs while Mitchum limped to the forward bow.
Illuminated by the silvery moonlight streaming through the rumbling clouds,
the men watched as the distant air wag abruptly rose high into the sky, then
dropped toward the ground, narrowly rushing over a stone bridge. Cannons
roared at their passing, and the air wag disappeared into the darkness beyond.
"Did you see those cannons?" Mitchum growled, fighting a wild mix of emotions.
"This must be a pirate base!"
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"No," Glassman corrected, lowering the binocs. "It has to be their main base.
This is the home of the pirate fleet!"
"Where are the ships?" a young ensign asked, bewildered.
An older navvy grunted in reply. "Don't be stupe, ya feeb. Think they'd leave
the fleet in plain sight? It's probably anchored on a nearby atoll where we
can't see them."
"Which means," Mitchum said, grinning and cracking his knuckles, "that they
can't see us, either." For some reason, that seemed important to the sec man.
Just then the island trembled slightly and seconds later a wave lifted the
ships yards high, then lowered them undamaged. The navvies paid it no
attention.
Just a quake wave, and they rode them out all the time. Nothing to be
concerned about.
"Skipper, the outlanders are pirates?" a navvy asked.
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