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âAh, donât take it bad,â the Wrackshee on the catamaran called back. âWhy that skiff of yours has got plenty of fishhooks! HAR-HAR-HAR! And we left you a bag of dried shark meat and a jug of Bummer Bitters! Thatâll tide you over âtill tomorrow. HAR-HAR-HAR!â
In two minutes more, the skiff was alongside the ship. Grabbing a boarding rope left dangling, the Wrackshee with the twisted nose sprang up the side of Daring Dream, followed by his comrade.
âHere, mate, tie up the skiff and come on up,â the greasy-haired Wrackshee called down to Bem.
Making no effort to catch the rope, Bem instead grabbed an oar and pushed off from the ship. As the skiff floated away, she turned the sail to catch the wind. In a few moments the skiff was moving at good speed away from the Daring Dream.
âTreachery! Rogue and rascal! Weâve been tricked!â the Wrackshees roared, flinging curses after the escaping skiff.
âDivide my part of the victuals between ya!â Bem called back. âItâs the least I can do ta return yer hospitality!â
âSLAVE ESCAPING! SLAVE ESCAPING!â the Wrackshees yelled, trying to attract the attention of their comrades in the catamaran.
âNow donât ya go blaminâ me,â Bem called back. âYouâre the ones as went runninâ off and left the boat to meâand givinâ me your bows and arrows, too! I canât thank ya enough. Ah, yes, Iâm sure the Bozz will be right pleased with two such fine idiots as yourselves!â
At hearing Bemâs last comment, the Wrackshees stopped wailing for help, and the gaze of those on the catamaran was toward the shore, not back to the wrecked ship. Bem, in high spirits at the success of her ruse, set her course away from the ship.
As she watched Daring Dream receed into the distance, she turned her thoughts toward what she could do to help its enslaved crew. She knew she could not directly take on the Wrackshees. Needing a plan, she decided the best thing was to sail down the coast for a distance to safeguard her escape and think. Whatever came her way would be whatever came her way. Let her future be as it would be.
Bem Madsoor In Command
Bigger Black leaned against the rail of the forecastle of the Lost Hope, Sabre Tusk dâNewolfâs flagship, thinking. The lapping of waves and the sound of a shipmate playing an accordian were the only sounds. A sea chart lay unrolled before him.
âHey, Big Man, what are you looking at?â It was his messmate, Haf-Tusk.
âHaf, keep it down!â Bigger was deeply annoyed.
âSo Sabre Tusk is gone?â Haf-Tusk asked.
âYeah, heâs gone to shore to see whatâs up with the group he spotted there. But donât you get any ideasâIâm not crossing Sabre Tusk on your account.â
âHey, Big Man, just calm down. Iâm not crossing His Tuskiness. Letâs just say thereâs possibilities.â
âWhat possibilities?â Bigger said coldly. âYou know I donât want trouble.â
âSo Bem almost got the job doneââ Bigger did not let Haf finish.
âBem! What about her? Canât we just forget about her? Weâre lucky the rest of us didnât end up in the ocean like she did.â
âWhoa, there, Big Manâyouâre right. Thereâs no point thinking about what might have been if the mutiny had succeeded. But, interesting isnât itâyou have nothing to do with sailing this ship, but here you are studying that sea chart like youâre going somewhere.â
âO.K.,â Bigger answered. âYou were almost a hero. But you ended up in irons and just short of His Tuskiness throwing you to the sharks. And, oh, yeah, I almost forgotâyou and Bem nearly got the rest of us killed, just for good measure. So, forgive me if I donât too get excited when you have some new idea. But, no way the crewâs happy, soâsureâIâm thinking. That doesnât make me crazy enough to follow another hare-brained scheme of yoursâbut, you got guts and I trust youâwhat possibilities you got in mind?â
There was a long silence. âWe go for it, Big Man. Now. The crew has had it with His TuskinessâIâm sure theyâd go with us if we put the question to them. Sabre Tusk and his goons are on shore. We raise sail and get the blazes out of here.â
âI hope you can sail this thing better than I can,â Haf-Tusk said. âSabre Tusk always takes the navigator with him when he goes ashoreâhe doesnât want no one thinkinâ of leavinâ while heâs gone.â
âHaf!â Bigger Black suddenly exclaimed, âSee that skiff off yonderâlooks to be headinâ toward us. What do you make of it?â
Haf-Tusk took out a small spyglass he kept in his pocket and peered at the skiff. âTake a look!â Haf said, handing the glass to Bigger.
âBem Madsoor!â Bigger exploded. âSheâs alive!â
âAnd likely cominâ to avenge herself,â Haf added.
âRegardless of why sheâs cominâ,â Bigger replied, âitâs a powerful, powerful omen!â
âToo dangerous to wait for her,â Haf said excitedly. âIf His Tuskiness sees a skiff coming to Lost Hope, heâll be back here in a flash. Call the crew to usâwe act now!â
âWhat you talkinâ quiet and sneaky about up there?â The unexpected question startled Bigger and Haf and they whirled around, instantly on the defensive.
âJust saw you two talking secret-like up here in the foâcastle,â Fat-Mouth said. âWhatâs up?â
âFat,â Bigger Black responded, looking relieved, âyou startled usâbut, thatâs OK. We were actually just talking about you.â
âYou were?â Fat replied.
âSure,â Bigger said. âSee that skiff out there? The beast in it is Bem Madsoor! Sheâs cominâ here to take over the shipâfinish the work she started earlier. Now I know you were with her last timeâjust like Haf and I were. Sure as weâre all here together, her cominâ back from beinâ a dead beast is a sign that the timeâs run out for Sabre Tusk and his goons. We donât know if Bemâs cominâ with angels or demons at her back, but a dead beast showinâ up is an omen. We say it means take the ship!â
âIâm in,â Fat-Mouth responded. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âYouâve the biggest talker on the ship,â Bigger said with a smile. âWe want you to go quick as speedinâ cutlass slash to every beast on the ship and tell âem Bem Madsoor wants them on the main deck double quick.â
âThat will get their attention,â Fat-Mouth chuckled.
âAnd tell âem to keep the noise down,â Haf added. âWe canât give His Tuskiness any hint about whatâs up.â
âAye!â Fat-Mouth said.
Moving quickly around the ship, Fat-Mouth quickly spread the message. Within minutes, the Lost Hope crew filled the main deck, casting astonished looks toward the skiff approaching the ship.
Standing on the steps leading up to the forecastle, Bigger and Haf looked out across their shipmates. Exchanging a determined look, Bigger stepped forward.
âMates,â he began, âBem Madsoor is returning to the Lost Hope. Whether sheâs a dead beast come back to life or not we donât know. But sheâs cominâ and sheâll be steppinâ onto this very deck in a few minutes.â Bigger paused, allowing the impact of his words to sink in.
âI say by brain and heart, we owe three cheers to Bem Madsoor! I say we call her Captân Madsoor as she comes aboard and pledge our lives and future to her!â He looked around at his mates, seeing the face of each sea-beast take on a look that said, âAYE!â without saying anything.
Then one sea-beast in the back called out, âTHREE CHEERS FOR BEM MADSOOR!â
âTHREE CHEERS FOR BEM MADSOOR!â another responded.
âTHREE CHEERS FOR BEM MADSOOR!â yet another called.
âWell then, you silly sea-beasts, give the blasted cheers for her!â Bigger yelled.
âHUZZAH-HUZZAH-HUZZAAAUH!â the crew called out in a tumultuous yell.
Within a few minutes, the skiff came alongside, and Bem Madsoor sprang on board. Known to every sea-beast aboard the Lost Hope, either by serving together, or by legend, Bem was warmly welcomed. âHUZZAH-HUZZAH! HUZZAH-HUZZAH-HUZZAH!â
Everything was confusion for a few minutes, as the crew surged around Bem. Some, no doubt, wanted to touch her to assure themselves she was a real, living, flesh-and-blood sea-beast. Most, however, merely wanted to congratulate her on her safe return and pledge their loyalty to their new captain.
After taking in the situation and expressing her joy at seeing her shipmates again, Bem calmly gave orders. âHottinâ the briny cup!â she said, calling on the cook to heat up pots of Seafoam Mutter for the crew to enjoy. âThe rest of youâup sails, weâre leaving immediately.â
Turning to one of the youngest sea-beasts, Printy, she asked, âwant to take a turn at the wheel and sail us out of here?â
âYes, Captain!â
âGood! Bring âer âround, then keep âer toward that point of land on the horizon.â
âWhereâre we going, Captain?â
âFirst, weâre leavinâ Sabre Tusk to âis own troubles. Heâs made ânough troubles for other beastsâlet âim take it in âis own chops for awhile. Next, weâre goinâ to see about helpinâ some friends in trouble.â
âWhoâs in trouble, Captain?â
âWell, as Iâm seeinâ it,â Bem replied with a smile, âthe mates on this ship are rascals as most beasts seeâs ya. So, thereâs no goinâ to Port Newolf for a rest. First thingâs we gotta get you far away to new lands thatâs not knowinâ yaâthen, once weâs away from here, weâll make some plans. For now, firsts firsts, we spend some time forgettinâ about Sabre Tusk. Set a course that takes us out oâ sight of Port Newolfâthen, before dark weâll cut back in down the coast a piece. I want to check over the ship for a long voyageâthen weâll set off for far horizons.â
âAye, Captân!â
A Memorable Feast
The long column of escapees from Misâtashe and their liberators marched haphazardly through lengthening shadows cast by the mountains as the sun began its decent. The mountains, however, were not high and forbidding, but more like a staircase descending to some yet invisible landing. No one among the troop of beasts was familiar with the landscape or knew exactly where they were heading. The most seasoned beasts in the group had decided that it was best to simply escape by the most obvious route as rapidly as possible, hoping for the best.
âBy the Ancients!â Helga exclaimed as she walked along, âthat was a near miss!â
âWhatâs amiss?â Christer asked.
âAyeeiii! Christer!â Helga snorted in disgust. âAre you not conscious of how narrowly weâve escaped? Why, with you and that Darinâ Dream crew makinâ silly and loud as brainless twits, itâs a miracle weâre not already back in chains! Donât you know you were runninâ around and hollerinâ at the top of your lungsâand thereâs Captain Gumberpott and the rest who had a lick of good sense, tryinâ to make you hear and get us all safely away from Misâtashe, while you were callinâ attention to us like hammer and gongs! I swear, if the Creation depended on the likes of you for smarts, weâd be about equal to worms guzzlinâ dirt!â
Christer, walking beside Helga, turned his face toward her and, with wide eyes nearly overflowing with fake tears, wailed sorrowfully, âMy mouth! My mouth! Iâve sunk into my mouth and canât get out! Save me! Oh, Miss Scold-Me-Again, please save me! Iâm jabberinâ and canât stop!â Breaking into laughter, Christer gave Helga a playful punch in the arm.
âWill you hush up!â Helga fumed. âDonât you understand weâre still in danger?â
âOh, okay,â
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