Gangway!

    There was a moment of silence, then, when nothing at all happened. Gabe could feel the tension in his own unlikely crew; Francis trying to look mean, Vangie trying to look tough, Captain Flagway trying to look sober, and Ittzy

    Gabe glanced around. Ittzy was just sort of standing there, unconcerned. Gabe wondered how the little man would get out of this one, and whether or not any of the rest of them would ride out of it all on his coattails.

    There was somebody coming. Gabe faced Sea Wolf again.

    A heavy-set gent with an eyepatch and a hook for a hand had appeared. A marlin spike was stuck in the thick rope holding up his trousers, and what looked like a rope burn circled his neck. He came thumping across to the San Andreas on one of the planks, jumped down onto the deck, and stood glaring around, sizing everybody up.

    "He is meaner-looking than Roscoe," Vangie whispered.

    Captain Flagway sighed. "I wish I was in Baltimore."

    The big man with the eyepatch and the hook and the Marlin spike gradually narrowed in on Gabe, fixed him with his eye, and said, "Where's Roscoe?"

    Gabe moved forward, mostly because he so much wanted to move back. "Roscoe's below," he said. "You his brother?"

    "Me?" Chuckling, the big man shook his head and said, "I ain't that tough. I'm First Mate Crung."

    Gabe said, "Well, where's Percival?"

    "You shouldn't call him that," First Mate Crung said softly. "He mought hear you. Captain Arafoot is who he prefers to be."

    "Well, where is he?"

    "Captain Arafoot never leaves his cabin at sea."

    Gabe started to grin. "Seasick, huh."

    "Naw. It's just that every time he comes out he kills two or three guys, and we can't afford to lose crew that fast."

    Vangie uttered a faint moan.

    Well, it was no time to turn back. And the San Andreas had gone just about as far as she could. She was settling in the water-even a landlubber could see that much. Gabe said bleakly, "Well, I'll go over to him then. Meanwhile why don't you get your crew to start moving that wagon over to your ship? We're a little short-handed over here."

    Crung frowned around at the deck. Ittzy, Francis, Flagway, Gabe, Vangie. Nobody else around. "So I see."

    Vangie grabbed Gabe's sleeve. "Don't go."

    "Vangie, when you're caught in a rising flood you don't just sit down and pray for drought. I got to." And he stepped past Crung, walked across the planks onto the rusty deck of the steamship, and stepped aside to let the half-dozen crewmen past who'd been summoned by Crung. They were a slinking, cowering lot, scurrying across and ducking away from him and from everybody else who stood upright. Something, he judged, had scared the guts out of all of them. It wasn't hard to guess what it was.

    Vangie watched Gabe walk on board Sea Wolf as if it were a tightrope. She wanted to cry. It was such a shame. So much ingenuity and courage, devoted to a doomed mission.

    She watched Gabe climb across coiled hawsers and reach the door of the captain's cabin. He knocked briskly and waited.

    Even from here she could hear the sudden roar that boomed from the cabin. She shrank back and felt herself wanting to cower just like Captain Arafoot's crew.

    Gabe pulled the door open and strode into the cabin. She watched with one eye. He'd left the door ajar behind him, but she couldn't see into the darkness within.

    The roar increased to a ROAR.

    Meanwhile, the Arafoot crew pushed and shoved, sweating and whining. They were trying to maneuver the gold wagon toward the planks that bridged the two ships, but the wagon weighed close to three tons and wasn't very helpful. When they finally got it away from the stack of hay bales, it began to roll in the wrong direction-toward the windward rail.

    Ittzy leaped onto the wagon and grabbed the brake handle.

    After that Ittzy stayed on top of the wagon to steer with the wagon-tongue and stay close to the brake. The crewmen hustled and groaned and heaved and sweated, and slowly the wagon moved toward the planks.

    Vangie saw the activity out of the corner of her eye while she watched the dark doorway of Captain Percival Arafoot's cabin. Her hand was to her mouth. What could be going on in there?

    Suddenly Gabe came pelting backwards out of the cabin as if he'd been nudged in the chest by a railroad engine doing ninety miles an hour. He tumbled head over heels across the deck.

    But at once he scrambled back to his feet, rushed to the cabin door, slammed it shut and jammed a bar down across it.

    It didn't make the ROAR recede to a roar. It remained a ROAR, growing louder if anything. The door began to rattle and shake against the bar.

    Vangie saw Gabe brush sweat from his brow and lean shaking against a rusty ventilator hood.

    The gold wagon was up on the planks now, with Sea Wolf's crew cringing under Crung's shouts, trying to manhandle it across to their ship.

    But the two vessels were riding up and down on the water, not in unison, and the planks kept tilting back and forth, so that the wagon rolled forward and back, forward and back, never quite making it all the way to the deck of either ship and never quite falling into the sea between them.

    Vangie saw Gabe react to the sight of all that gold out there swinging precariously above the frothy sea. His face filled with pale alarm; he moved forward with arms outstretched, calling something. It was as if he wanted to gather the wagon into his arms and bring it gently and safely to the deck of Sea Wolf all by himself through sheer strength of will.

    And then the tilt of the ships sharpened. The wagon careened forward onto Sea Wolf's deck, scattering sailors like birdshot.

    The wagon made a sweeping curve around the deck with Ittzy steering madly on top. It teetered near the far rail, and Gabe was ru

    The sea lifted. Sea Wolf tolled a few degrees. The wagon was returned to the deck by that motion; it kept on moving, and Vangie suddenly realized it was juggernauting directly toward Captain Arafoot's cabin. With Gabe still in hot pursuit.

    The wagon swept past a tangle of ropes and barreled with a tremendous crash into the cabin.

    It demolished the outer wall. Dense dust and debris flew in all directions. Everybody stopped to stare.

    In the sudden silence the ROAR climbed to a ROAR that vibrated through both ships, shaking them to their keels.

    Vangie blinked. She tried to stare through the pall of dust and flying objects. What was happening?

    From the cloud emerged a giant figure draped in the tarp that had been covering the gold.

    The tarp walked on legs. It was tied around with ropes, and with every ROAR, it shimmered and vibrated like the asbestos curtain at the finale of a cancan show.

    Behind the canvas-wrapped giant there emerged from the dust a sword. After the sword came Ittzy.

    The point of the sword was lightly prodding the rear of the ROAR.

    As the two figures progressed out of the cloud, Gabe stepped in front of the ROAR, stopped it with a hand in the middle of the canvas, then bopped it on the top with a belaying pin.

    The ROAR modulated through ROAR to roar to roar to a kind of clogged silence. The tarped figure swayed on its feet.

    Gabe yelled across to the San Andreas: "Crung. Hey, Crung!"