Marauder

“Well…” Steve pointed to the green coast of Jamaica. “I think we’d better row for shore. It’s not too far. And I think the current will help us.”

“Okay.”

They sat next to each other on the center bench, each taking an oar. At first they had trouble coordinating their strokes, and the dinghy banged against the side of the ship several times. Finally they got into a steady rhythm and slowly began to move toward the shore.

Rita stayed with MC 2 at the rail of the Hungry Hawk as it approached the Sidonia from the side opposite the Cadiz. Roland had joined the buccaneer attack while Rita and MC 2 watched from safety. MC 2, however, was becoming more agitated as he watched.

“Don’t interfere,” said Rita. “These buccaneers belong to this time. Take care of me, and of Roland if you can.”

“You are safe here,” said MC 2.

Rita strained to follow Roland’s movements as he darted about on the Sidonia. Sails, masts, and the crowd of fighting men all obscured her vision. MC 2 watched intently, however, with his robotic concentration. Suddenly he jumped on the rail and ran across the gangplank.

“Hey, wait! MC 2! Stop!” Rita shouted in surprise. When the robot ignored her instructions, she realized that the First Law was requiring MC 2 to act. She watched him as long as she could, but soon he, too, was lost in the crowd on board the other ship.

Even on the sidelines, Rita was thrilled. Nothing could match seeing the history she had studied for so long being made right in front of her. The clanging of the swords and occasional bang of flintlock pistols scared her a little, but she reminded herself that this was the buccaneer life-style.

Wayne was standing by the helm of the Old Laughing Lady with Captain Toma

He had also known that he would have to tell Captain Toma

“Captain,” said Wayne. “I have another business proposition for you.”

“Eh? Now? What would that be?”

“It appears to me that we are arriving a little late this time. That is, we might not get a full share of the booty. Don’t you agree?”

Captain Toma

“Of course. But, uh…” Wayne glanced around suspiciously and motioned for the captain to step away from the man at the helm. “Maybe you and I can make a special profit from all this, if you’re willing.”

“Well, now. What’s all this, then?”

“A short, slender man is on board the Hungry Hawk. I want him.”

“To kill him?”

“No, no. As my prisoner.”

“What’s in it for me, then?”

“Ransom,” said Wayne.

“Ransom?” Captain Toma

“You and I can split it evenly. No need to inform anyone else, though, is there?”

“Who is he?”

“His name is MC 2, but don’t say it aloud. Someone else might overhear and figure out who he is.”

“Goes by his initials, eh? So that’s his name-but who is he, that someone’s going to pay ransom to get him back?”

“The younger son of a colonial, up on the mainland.”

“A rich man’s son, is he? Who’s his father?”

“No, no. If I tell you everything, then you don’t need me anymore.”

Captain Toma

Wayne thought quickly. He decided to err on the side of generosity. “What would you say to one full chest of gold coin?”

“I would say, two are better.”

“We’ll get it.”

“Ah! So what’s the proposition, exactly?”

“You help me snatch him and hold him. In the meantime, I’ll arrange the ransom.”

“I think you need me more than I need you. I’ll take more than half the share.”

“Well…” Wayne shrugged.

“I can find out who his father is when I get my hands on him. But without me, you have no way to catch him and no place to keep him.”

“That’s right,” said Wayne.

Captain Toma

“Sure. You take two shares to my one, whatever the ransom turns out to be.”

“Why?” Captain Toma

“Call it a…grudge,” Wayne said quickly.

“Eh?” Captain Toma

“That’s right,” said Wayne, seeing that his companion accepted the explanation. “ A personal matter.”

“Aye, a personal matter. Now, that I can understand. All right, mate. We have a bargain, then.” He pounded Wayne on the back.

“And like I said before, there’s no need to tell anyone else, right?”

“Right you are, mate. It wouldn’t do for my crew to know I was getting more than my normal captain’s share. Now let’s find this fellow. We’re almost in position.” He turned and waved toward the man at the helm. “Hard to port, there! Hard to port!”

The buccaneer at the helm suddenly turned the wheel. He strained to hold it in position. Slowly, the ship began to turn.

The prow of the Old Laughing Lady came up closely on the three grappled ships. Some buccaneers were ready with grappling hooks. Others were hanging in the ropes above them with their weapons. The ship angled carefully toward the free side of the Hungry Hawk, opposite where it was grappled to the Sidonia. When the old Laughing Lady came alongside, the buccaneers grappled the Hungry Hawk.

“Come on, then!” Captain Toma

Wayne followed carefully. He was concerned about getting into the fight, but was a little more confident now that he had an ally in the fierce buccaneer captain. Besides, this might be his best chance just to grab MC 2 and go home with him.

Ahead, the buccaneers in the rigging swung for ward on ropes to the Sidonia; the others hoisted gangplanks and ran across them.

The Hungry Hawk was nearly empty, since its crew was fighting on the Sidonia. The buccaneers from the Old Laughing Lady made their way across it quickly, anxious to earn their shares of the loot by joining in the taking of the Sidonia. Captain Toma

Wayne climbed up carefully on the gangplank, which shifted back and forth as the two ships under it swayed on the waves. He nearly lost his balance and pitched into the narrow space between the ships. Finally, his heart pounding, he ran across after Captain Toma

Captain Toma

Wayne recognized Rita and shook his head. “That’s not him, but it’s a friend of his.”

“A friend?”

“A friend who can help us,” said Wayne. He decided that MC 2 must have been forced by the First Law to interfere with the fighting. “Well, come on!”

Wayne followed him, worried that Captain Toma

“I say, mate!” Captain Toma