Chapter 9

Jack stood beside the base of the bowsprit on the forward deck of the Arabella, gazing eastward as the ship rode the gusting wind toward Antyor. Dolphins raced alongside the prow as it cut through the sea, skimming just below the surface. The graceful creatures would occasionally launch themselves into the air before diving back into the choppy water.

At their present speed they were still hours away from making port, but Jack had rushed forward as soon as land had been sighted. He stared at the distant shoreline with a mixture of excitement and dread. He was anxious to place his feet upon dry ground again, but the unease of facing the unknown sat like a rock in his stomach.

The continent stretched across the horizon as far as his eyes could see, a green and brown haze smashed between the light blue of the sky and the darker blue-green of the sea. It was a little anticlimactic. In his imagination, he had pictured a foreboding landscape that clearly advertised his doom for all to see. The shoreline ahead, however, guarded its secret well if it held any malevolence toward him.

The minutes stretched and Jack found his thoughts drifting to Ava. In the weeks he had been aboard she had been on his mind often, but since the kiss, he had thought of little else. The memory of her lips pressed to his never failed to set his heart to thumping and his legs to trembling. Strangely, she behaved as though it had never happened and treated him with a detached aloofness that left him feeling embarrassed and bewildered. He didn't understand how she could kiss him like that then act as though she hadn't pressed her body to him wantonly, with a desire that had made his blood boil. He could only reason that she felt she'd made a mistake and didn't want to lead him on any more than she already had.

The thought of his wife intruded suddenly, sucking him back into the chasm of heartache that had defined him since he had staggered drunkenly through the portal. For a moment he was wracked with guilt for kissing Ava, then was furious with himself for feeling that way. Why should he feel guilty for thinking about Ava? Or kissing her? Barbara had betrayed him.

His guts wrenched as the image of Barbara grinding her hips on Roger Chapman flashed in his head. The memory of her face, contorted with pleasure, as she impaled herself on her lover was almost more than he could stand. Ruthlessly, he shoved the images into the back of his mind and fed his hurt into a simmering anger that boiled up in him and seethed just below the surface.

He snorted angrily as his thoughts returned to Ava. She was too beautiful for him, just as Barbara had been. Beautiful women know how beautiful they are, and they know the power their beauty gives them over men. And as the old saying goes, power corrupts. Jack had believed that Barbara was the exception but had learned the hard way that she was just like all the rest. Even if Ava wanted me, she wouldn't be any different. If she wanted to ignore him and pretend that they had never kissed, that was fine by him. He would ignore her right back. It was better that way, safer.

Jack glanced up as Terell passed by. Their eyes met and Terell's face flushed red with anger, his knuckles turned white from the grip he had on his sword. Jack quickly glanced away, allowing the young officer to return his attention to wherever he was going and avoiding the conflict that only needed a spark to ignite.

Jack knew why the previously friendly young man had turned hostile. Terell wanted Ava and saw Jack as competition. Why wouldn't he, after that kiss? He wished there was some way to make Terell understand that his fears were groundless. Whatever strange forces had conspired to trick her into kissing him had clearly shifted their attention elsewhere.

He was at a loss as to how to defuse Terell's anger. The dirty looks and thinly veiled hostility the young officer sent Jack's way irritated him, and under normal circumstances he would have confronted him. These weren't ordinary circumstances though. He somehow knew that if a fight broke out between them it would be with steel instead of fists. If he faced Terell with a sword, Jack was as good as dead and he knew it. With a sigh, he returned his gaze to the distant shore, putting off the problem of Terell for another time.

Ava leaned against the bulkhead, gazing out the porthole in her room. She had swung the milky, iron-rimmed glass pane open and her hair swayed gently from the breeze that permeated the room with the smell of the sea. The cries of the gulls flying overhead had been growing louder, a sure sign they were fast approaching Antyor.

She inhaled the crisp air and sighed. She had to decide what to do about Jack. She had finally admitted to herself that what she felt for him was more than she had ever felt for any other man. She wanted him, desired his touch on her skin, craved the feel of his lips against hers again and again.

The memory of the kiss they had shared as they clung desperately to each other after Jack's fight with Monch never failed to send her pulse racing. Oh Jack, what have you done to me? That is how she thought of him now: Jack. She was unaware of exactly when he had stopped being the Outlander to her.

She wanted so badly to go to him, to tell him how she felt, to tell him that she was his for the taking. She had almost given in to impulse many times in the days since they kissed but always hesitated. She feared that her heart would be broken beyond repair if she gave herself to him only to find that he still loved the woman he left behind. She wanted his love, but she wanted his feelings to be true and not some desperate attempt to escape the pain of losing his wife.

Unsure of what to do, she had avoided Jack and had been disappointed that her avoidance didn't seem to bother him. She'd watched him when he wasn't aware though, desperately trying to glean some hint as to how he felt about her. She'd seen him train with the sea dogs and marveled at how he had transformed. Gone was the pudgy man who could barely walk without wincing in pain. In his place now stood a fit athlete whose muscles glistened with sweat on his shirtless torso as he swung his practice sword.

She'd watched covertly as her mother tried to teach him to access the leylines each evening, and had sympathized as his failed attempts made him curse in frustration. She had observed him as he often stood alone brooding silently, and had fervently wished she knew what he thought about, or if he ever thought about her.

She was a little jealous of the easy manner in which Jack and Viviane spoke to each other when she'd seen them quietly talking one night after she had come topside for some air. She was alarmed to find that the two of them met like this every night and seemed to have developed a friendship. She had never had cause to begrudge her sister-in-law her great beauty but found herself wishing that Viviane wasn't quite as attractive as she was.

Ava tsked in irritation. The man was turning her into a rattlebrained fool. There was only one thing to do if she was to get past this paralyzing uncertainty. They would be in Antyor for several days to take on supplies and repair the damage the Arabella had sustained in the battle with the Kraken. Ava resolved to confess her feelings to Jack before they returned to sea. She would tell him that if he felt the same, she wanted to be his woman.

Having decided on a course of action at last, she felt a little calmer. The calm lasted only a moment before she began contemplating what her reaction would be if Jack were to reject her.

Oh Jack, what have you done to me?

"Fishermen," Garek said as he moved up to stand next to Jack.

"What?" Jack asked, startled.

"Those are fishing boats," Garek nodded toward several smaller vessels anchored in the distance.

"Oh," Jack said. "We're getting close to Antyor then?"

"The city will be visible shortly," Garek answered.

"How long will we be staying there?"

"I figure we are ten or eleven days ahead of the Kraken if Drebin is still chasing us, and he probably is. We need to repair the damage from our last encounter, resupply, and take on cargo. I hate to take the extra time for cargo, and the extra weight will slow us a bit, but the crew still has to be paid and that means cargo is a necessary inconvenience. Besides, if we left port without cargo, it might raise suspicions in some quarters." He paused in thought for a moment. "Five or six days at most," he finally answered.

"I am anxious to stand on dry land again," Jack said.

"About that," Garek said. "Jack, I need assurances from you that you won't run away once we are in the city. I want to trust you, but I also have to obey my orders and present you to the King in Panaar."

"I don't plan on running," Jack said. "Besides, where would I go?"

"Perhaps to Croatoan and the portal there," Garek said flatly.

"The thought had occurred to me," Jack admitted. "But I doubt I would make it. I don't know this land and you would be on my trail like a hound. I probably wouldn't last a week before you or someone else put an end to my escape. No, I will see how things play out with you. What do you need from me to ease your mind?"

"Your word," Garek said.

Jack almost laughed before he realized that Garek was serious. "You have it," he said solemnly.

"Very well," Garek said. "Now, how are your lessons with my wife going?"

"Terrible," Jack sighed. "She is sure that I can access the leyline, but I haven't been able to so much as touch it."

"And the sword lessons?"

"Better." A hint of a smile appeared on Jack's face. "I actually got my first touch against Grelik yesterday."

"Good. Kairn said you were rapidly gaining in skill."

"Thanks to Ava healing my knees," Jack explained. "I can do a lot of things now that I couldn't before."

Garek frowned at the mention of his daughter and Jack mentally kicked himself. Since his and Ava's very public kiss he had been avoiding the subject of the Captain's daughter when in Garek's presence. To break the awkwardness, Jack decided to broach another matter he had been meaning to speak to the Captain about. "I have a few things I would like to sell in Antyor," he said. "Can you help me?"

Garek looked interested. "What do you have?"

Jack pulled the small earring box out of his pocket and handed it to the Captain. Garek opened the box and his eyebrows rose. "This also," Jack said, removing his wedding band and handing it to the other man as well.

Garek inspected the gold, diamond-encrusted wedding band for a second then returned his attention to the earrings. "What are these stones?" he asked.

"Diamonds," Jack said with a shrug.

"Real diamonds?" Garek asked, surprised.

Jack nodded.

"On the ring as well?"

"Yes," Jack answered.

"Jack, are you sure you want to part with these?"

"They meant something once," Jack said, "but they're worthless to me now. How much do you think I can get for them?"

"Diamonds may sprout from the ground like corn where you are from, but here they are very rare and very valuable," Garek said.

"How valuable?"

"I'm not an expert, but I would say ten or fifteen thousand gold pieces by the King's weight, maybe more," Garek answered.

"Will that be enough to buy some new clothes, a sword of my own, and maybe some of that leather armor the sea dogs wear?"

"Jack, you could buy your own ship, hire a crew, and set sail with that kind of coin." Garek exclaimed. "The trick is finding a buyer discreetly. We don't want to set off a bidding war amongst the nobility. That would surely draw unwanted attention. I know a wealthy merchant in Antyor that deals in rarities. If he doesn't want them for himself, he will know if a discreet buyer can be found." He handed the wedding band and the earrings back to Jack. "We'll go see him together later today."

"Thank you," Jack said as he placed the box of earrings back into his pocket. He rolled the wedding ring around in his hand thoughtfully for a moment, then slipped the band into his pocket instead of putting it back on his finger.

"Once we are ashore, if anyone asks, you are a traveler from Acal out to see the world. That will explain your accent to anyone that gets curious," Garek said.

"Where's Acal?"

"It's a continent on the other side of Freneer Island where you came through the portal," Garek answered. "They don't sail far beyond their coast and only a few have ever returned to Aramoor on one of our trading vessels. The likelihood of you running into someone that has met an actual Acallian is remote."

"Is there anything I should know about the Acallians, just in case?" Jack asked.

"I doubt it. The Acallians are savages for the most part. They worship the land as their mother and eat their own dead to gain the wisdom of the departed."

"They're cannibals?" Jack asked, his voice tinged with disgust.

Garek nodded. "Most of the people in Aramoor don't know that so you won't have to look at any dead bodies as though they were dinner," Garek said, smiling at Jack's discomfort.

When they reached the mouth of the port, Ithos began shouting commands. The anchor was dropped and the Arabella drifted to a stop. Several flags of various colors were run up to signal the harbormaster that they wanted entry to the port.

"Well, Jack, what do you think?" Garek said, indicating the city of Antyor with a wave of his hand.

Jack glanced at the Captain before turning his gaze forward to study the harbor and the city. Antyor was built on a gentle slope that spread the city before him in a panoramic view. The wealthier manors and temples were located in the heights of the city. He could see the sun sparkling off the slate roofs and white marble walls even at this distance. Halfway down the slope, the slate and marble gave way to stone then wooden structures. Near the base lay a maze of thatch-roofed shanties. The poorer district reminded him of a third world slum he had once seen on a TV documentary. Between the slum and the docks was what appeared to be the market and warehouse district, with large storehouses and smaller buildings that Jack thought were probably taverns and shops catering to the sailors from the ships that traded there. The lines separating the classes were so distinct they looked much like the layers of a cake.

The port itself was huge, with at least a hundred ships of various sizes and configurations. Hulking cargo vessels, sleek warships, and the pleasure barges of the rich and privileged were all represented. A giant rock jutted out of the sea some two hundred feet and dominated the approach to the city. A fortress was built atop the promontory and Jack could see giant ballistae that protected the harbor. Hundreds of seals lounged on the lower slopes of the giant rock and their barks were a stark contrast to the cries of the gulls that filled the air. Their cacophony grated on Jack's ears.

What most bothered Jack, however, was the stench. The only thing he could compare it to was a rancid sewer. Garbage floated everywhere and he could only assume from the smell that the citizenry dumped their feces in the harbor as well as their refuse. Jack glanced back at Garek who stared wistfully at the city as though unaware of the reek of fish and excrement. "I don't know what to say," Jack said in belated answer to the Captain's question.

"I was born here. Antyor has often been called the Jewel of the West," Garek said proudly. "More cargo and goods are traded here than any other place in the world."

Jewel of the West? Smells like the shit hole of the west to me, Jack thought. "Yeah, it's really something," he said aloud. "Why are we stopping?" he asked.

"All commercial and military vessels are required to wait here. The harbormaster will send a pilot vessel along with a Skag – a port official," Garek added at Jack's puzzled look, "to assign us a berthing on the docks. The pilot vessel will guide us in."

"How long do we have to wait?" Jack asked.

"A couple of hours, usually. It changes with their work load."

Jack nodded. Accidents were bound to happen in a harbor with this much traffic. It made sense to have a system in place to deal with it rather than have ships sailing where they pleased in such tight quarters.

"Why are so many anchored out rather than at the docks?" Jack asked. He thought it odd that most of the ships actively plying the waters seemed to be ferrying supplies and crew members to and from the docks.

"The Skag will determine if our needs require a dockside berthing or an anchorage. Also, a dock berthing commands a higher fee from the harbormaster, so some captains choose the latter regardless. Since we have to make repairs and will be taking on supplies and cargo, I am happy to pay more for a place on the docks."

Jack nodded and returned his attention to the city. He sincerely hoped it smelled better on shore.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I need to address the crew while we wait for the Skag." Garek strode away and Jack followed, curious to hear what the Captain had to say to the crew.

Once the crew was assembled on the main deck, Garek climbed onto a crate. "Gather round, everyone," he called and waited while the sailors moved closer. "I want you all to know how proud I am of each and every one of you. This voyage has been trying for us all. You have endured an attack, the mailstroms, and food rationing. I know that you aren't expecting to be paid until we reach Panaar, but I have decided to give each of you a ten gold piece bonus now." He had to pause while the crew cheered raucously. "My friends, you have earned it and I want you all to have a good time while we are here."

The crew cheered again and Ithos had to shout for quiet before Garek could continue. "Now, I think you all know how important this voyage has become since the Outlander came on board."

Jack shuffled his feet uncomfortably as several crew members looked at him.

"I have to ask you all not to mention that we have an Outlander on board," Garek said in a grave tone. "I think Jack has shown you all what he is made of. He has earned my respect."

"And mine," Ithos announced.

"Mine too," came Kairn's voice. A chorus of agreement followed from the crew.

Jack felt his face redden and a lump formed in his throat.

"Our battle with the Kraken has shown us that there are those that would harm him, and there are those who would harm all of us to get to him." Garek reached down and set his hand on Jack's shoulder. "He is one of us now, and we protect our own."

The crew broke into another cheer for Jack. Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his head gratefully at the men he was beginning to think of as friends.

"Now fall in line for pay," Garek commanded.

A short time later a small boat pulled alongside the Arabella and Charuk tossed a rope ladder over the side. Jack waited beside Garek and Ithos as the Skag climbed aboard. Jack stood quietly and watched with curiosity as the Captain spoke to the small, self-important man. Coins changed hands and a few moments later the anchor was hauled up, oars were manned, and they crept into the harbor proper, guided by the small pilot ship.

Jack was amazed at how complex an operation it was to bring a ship the size of the Arabella safely into port. Ithos stood next to Garek and waved the flags at each command the Captain gave. A watcher on the main deck shouted the commands below, which were in turn relayed to the oar master and then to the oarsmen.

With the skill born of years of experience, Garek brought the ship in, following the pilot vessel through the maze of ships and boats cluttering the harbor. Soon the pilot vessel signaled that they had arrived and veered off. Garek ordered the oars reversed on one side, swinging the prow around before the crew dropped anchor some forty yards from the quayside.

"Prepare to warp in," Ithos shouted, and the crew scurried into action. Two dinghies were lowered on the dock side of the ship. Stout ropes were unspooled from the fore and aft capstans and lowered into the dinghies. The small boats were then rowed to the dock where crewmen secured the ropes to the bollards before quickly rowing back to the ship.

The dinghies were brought up and several long poles were inserted into the sockets on the capstans until they stuck out like spokes on a wagon wheel. The capstans were manned by the strongest men, including Aiden. The anchor was raised and with the command given, the men threw themselves against the bars. They grunted with effort and their muscles corded with strain as the capstans slowly turned, winding the ropes attached to the bollards back in like a giant thread on a spool. The slack pulled taut and the Arabella slowly moved sideways toward the dock.

Within minutes, the Arabella eased up to the quayside as the sailors, sweating and gasping, ceased their struggle. The ship was made secure and a gangway lowered. Another port official and his assistant waited on the dock and were given permission to come aboard. Interested, Jack joined the Captain as he spoke to the official while the rest of the crew buzzed around excitedly, making final preparations for liberty.

The port official's name was Tapic. A skinny man with a giant Adam's apple and a shock of white hair, he made a show of inspecting the cargo hold and the damage caused by the Kraken from inside the wardroom. He and the Captain haggled for a few moments on the value of the ship and its contents before a few coins exchanged hands. They waited while Tapic's assistant filled in the particulars on two copies of a document, which both men then signed.

The document stipulated that the Antyor port authority would provide dock security while the Arabella's sea dogs had to maintain onboard security. The port authority would assume responsibility for 75 percent of any loss or damage caused by piracy, weather, fire, or any other unforeseen event that was not caused by the crew while the Arabella remained docked at her berth. Jack chuckled. Apparently the insurance racket was as prevalent on this world as it was on his own.

After Tapic and his assistant departed, Ithos assembled a work party to begin repairs. A guard rotation was assigned for the ship, and the cargo officer left to secure a payload for the trip to Panaar.

"Well, Jack. Are you ready to see the city?" Garek asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Jack replied.

Just then, Emma led a small procession past them. The Sorceress wore her finest blue wool dress. A circlet of silver sat on her brow, with a thumbnail-sized stone of blue glass that rested at the center of her forehead. Ava followed her in a green cotton dress that accentuated her curves in a way that heated Jack's blood. She wore a similar coronet on her head, except the glass gem on her forehead was a pale orange color.

Viviane and Aiden followed behind them. Dressed in a simple but elegant dress of white silk, Viviane held her husband's hand as they walked past. The large man was dressed in black boots, black trousers, and a fine blue coat with silver piping on the lapels.

Jack was free to watch Ava as she passed, as she was careful to avoid eye contact with him. Two sea dogs standing nearby with Kairn and Grelik broke off and fell in with them as they descended the gangway and strolled across the docks that led into the city.

"What's with the stones on their foreheads?" Jack asked as he and Garek descended the gangway themselves.

"It's called a diadem," Garek answered. "It signifies their formal rank within the Covenant; orange for an Adept and blue for a Sorceress of the second rank. Emma hates wearing it, says it gives her a headache, but they are reporting in at the Covenant chapter house here and are required to wear them."

"I see," Jack said. He noticed Kairn and Grelik move up to flank them a discreet distance away. "Guards?" he asked, irritated that Garek didn't trust him to keep his word not to run away.

Garek shook his head. "Protection," he said. "We should be all right but your safety is of the utmost importance. Now, let's go see about selling your diamonds."

Mollified by the explanation, Jack turned his attention to the people that moved purposely along, leaving and entering the storefronts that faced the docks. It seemed all manner of fish, rope, sails, whale oil, and a myriad other things could be procured at the right price. Raucous music and shouts of merriment came from the many taverns interspersed among the storefronts.

None of them noticed the hooded man that stepped out of a narrow alley to follow them down the street. The man moved quietly, blending in so well that no one gave him a second look. An additional ten men followed the first man at an even more discreet distance.

Monch waited patiently until the officers and most of the crew had left the ship before gathering his meager belongings and stuffing them in his sea bag. He was afraid that if anyone found out he was abandoning his duties they might throw him in the brig.

"Where are you going with that bag?" One of the sea dogs guarding the gangway asked as Monch came up to him.

"Got things to sell and trade," Monch said. "If it's any of your business," he added.

"Fine, but if anything turns up missing you'll answer to the Captain," the sea dog said coldly.

"They're my things. You got no call to accuse me of thievery," Monch whined defensively and stomped down the gangway. He turned and scurried down the dock, feeling the eyes of the seadogs on his back. He didn't relax until he was sure he was far enough away that they could no longer see him.

He headed south down the docks toward the Middens. The Middens were what the locals called the area of the city where it touched the most southern part of the harbor. The Middens were dangerous and dirty, known for murders, whores, cutpurses, and cutthroats. Monch knew of a tavern there, The Broken Pot, which no one from the Arabella was likely to visit.

It was only a matter of time before the officers figured out he had deserted and he had no interest in being found. Taverns near the port were the most likely place they would look for him, and much as he wanted to avoid them, these taverns were also the most likely place to find a job on an outbound ship. He would have to risk it, and The Broken Pot offered him his best chance.

Monch spit on the cobbled road as he thought of the Outlander, the cause of all his troubles. Monch had been a valued and respected member of the crew until that son of a whore came along. He was convinced the Outlander would be the doom of them all and he needed to get as far away from him as possible. Captain Liaman and the rest of the crew were enamored with the man but Monch was no fool. Jack Forester was a deadly poison and Monch intended to survive.

When he reached The Broken Pot, he found a table in the corner, stowed his bag beneath his chair, then ordered a cup of ale from a serving wench that looked as though she may have been comely once, before hard living had taken its toll. If all went well, he would find a job and still have time to rent a room and a whore for the night.

An hour later, a gruff man strode in and announced he needed three crewmen for a whaling expedition. Whaling was hard and dangerous work so Monch decided to pass. He settled in and ordered another drink.

Jack's eyes darted everywhere as he, Garek, and the two sea dogs moved through the throngs of people crowding the market district. It wasn't all that much different from downtown Boston on a busy day. People bustled by on business of their own, never giving Jack a second glance.

A commotion caught their attention and the crowd opened up as people scuttled out of the way of five men dressed in black but for silver scaled breastplates, cuisses, and half-greaves polished to a mirrored finish. Garek quickly steered Jack out of their path. The men strode by with hands on their sword hilts, their heads swiveling as their haughty gazes scanned the crowd as though looking for some wrongdoing.

"Police?" Jack asked after the armed men had passed and the crowd had closed behind them.

"Snake bellies," Kairn snapped then spat on the ground.

"Those are Swords of Aramon," Garek explained, "Religious fanatics and best avoided." They moved on down the street. Twice more they had to move aside for small squads of the men clad in silver and black.

Before long, they walked into an open square where a crowd had gathered. "They killed him," a woman wailed over and over from the center of the crowd.

Garek led the way as they pushed through the onlookers. At the center, next to an overturned tomato stand, a woman knelt, weeping over the body of a man. A thick rivulet of blood seeped from beneath the man and ran into a bunch of tomatoes that had been knocked off of the stand.

"What happened here?" Garek asked a man who stood nearby watching the scene.

"Snake belly patrol came through," the bystander said angrily. "Barten threw a tomato at them. Snake bellies said he was a heretic and ran him through. Poor fool."