Marauder

10

Wayne knew he had very little time to follow the Hungry Hawk before it was lost on the open sea. His only hope was to find someone with a ship already outfitted who was willing to sail. He paced up and down one of the docks, squinting into the sunlight as he studied the ships.

“No use,” he said to himself, finally. The distance was too great for him to see the kinds of details that would tell him if a ship out there was supplied for a voyage. He glanced around for the nearest tavern and hurried toward it, pla

The tavern was shadowed from the hot sun, of course, but the humid air was stale and motionless inside. Wayne blinked for a moment, waiting for his vision to adjust. Then he went to the bar and waved to the burly man behind it.

“What’ll it be, mate?”

“I’m looking for a man with a ship ready to sail,” said Wayne, keeping his voice low.

“What’s his name?”

“No, I mean, I want to find such a man. Can you help?” He leaned on the bar.

“What’s in it for me?” The burly barkeeper wiped the bar idly with a damp cloth.

“A cut from his end.” Wayne glanced around warily, though the place was almost empty. “I have word that the Hungry Hawk is after a fat Spanish merchant ship.”

“Is he, now?” The barkeeper’s tone betrayed some real interest. “I did hear Qui

“What better time is there? But I know which way he went and where he’s headed.” That last part wasn’t quite true, of course, but Wayne knew he had to gamble.

“That old Qui

Wayne knew he had no choice. “Don’t waste any time. The Hungry Hawk is already under sail.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his few remaining coins. “It’s all I have left,” he said, dropping them into the other man’s palm.

“Better than naught. Stay right here.” The barkeeper walked down to the end of the bar and spoke quietly to someone mopping the wooden floor. With a quick nod, the other figure leaned the mop against the wall and darted out the back door.

Wayne wiped sweat from his eyes and collapsed into a seat. Without any money left, he couldn’t pay for a drink at the bar or any food or lodging later. If his plan didn’t work, he would probably have no chance to catch MC 2. In order to survive he would be forced to return to his own time and risk getting caught in some trap back at the Bohung Institute.

Through the open doorway, he could still see the Hungry Hawk sailing away. It seemed to move with painful slowness to someone accustomed to supersonic airplanes. Of course, speed was relative; a pursuing ship would be subject to the same winds.

Wayne was starting to doze in the heat when he heard the sound of fast, hard footsteps clunking into the tavern. Startled, he sat up quickly. A man’s shadow was blocking out the sunlight.

“Who wants me?” The shadow shouted, shifting shape slightly as he looked around in the nearly empty tavern.

“What’s in it for me?” The barkeeper walked down the length of the bar toward him.

“You’ll keep your throat whole. Now your man brought me over here with a story, but you’ll see no money from me until I’ve heard it all.”

“He’s the one,” said the barkeeper, nodding toward Wayne.

“Oh?” The man in the doorway came inside and glowered down at Wayne. He wore a broad-brimmed hat with several plumes on it; under the hat, long brown hair hung to his shoulders. His beard was full and shaggy; he wore a white linen shirt, black knee breeches and buckled shoes, and a cutlass swung at his side. “I’m Captain Mick Toma

“Wayne Nystrom, Captain. Have a seat.” Wayne sat up, gathering his wits.

Toma

“Yes,” said Wayne. He didn’t, of course, but if he could grab MC 2 on the high seas, he could just take him back to his own time from there. “But the Hungry Hawk has already gone after it. I’m looking for a partner.”

“What do I need a partner for?”

“I can tell you where to find the prey.”

“Qui

“Ah, but what if you lose him? I know where he’s going. And you’ll need time to get under way.”

Toma

“You have the ship and the crew and I have the information.” Wayne jerked his thumb toward the sea. “The Hungry Hawk is under sail even as we speak.”

Toma

Wayne smiled with relief and stood up. The barkeeper came forward.

“Captain,” said the barkeeper. “Since I brought you two together, I believe a consideration for your humble servant is in order here.”

Toma

“We shall see, my humble friend. If the pigeon is found heavy in the water, I shall bring a trinket back home for you. Until then, back away.”

The barkeeper did so.

“Come on, friend,” Toma

Wayne hurried after him.

Steve gri

Jane walked alongside Steve, amused by the masquerade.

Hunter kept walking after the docks ended. The trio wove their way through a variety of other work areas and warehouses along the water before they finally left the occupied areas behind. Then Hunter stopped and turned to look back over his shoulder, carefully checking to see that he did not strike Steve or Jane as he lowered his load to the sand.

“I have devised a plan to work from,” said Hunter. “Partly from my stored data and partly from observing the ships in the bay. With these manual tools, I will be able to work much faster than either of you.”

“I can still do whatever you say,” said Steve. “Even a few minutes saved will help in the long run.”

“Agreed,” said Hunter. “I will give you specific tasks, since I have no way to convey the complete plan.”

“You could draw it in the sand,” said Jane.

“I dare not leave any record, even in sand,” said Hunter. “If anyone seems to take particular notice of our actions, please inform me.”

“I can help, too,” said Jane. “I think.”

“I do not doubt it,” said Hunter. “But I fear that a woman doing such work with us might attract attention in this time, and that would be unwise.”

“I suppose.” Jane shrugged. “Then I’ll stand around and supervise.”

“You ca

“That’s another joke, Hunter,” said Steve.

“Ah. Was it fu

“No,” said Steve. “Now, then. How do we start?”