Seaborn

Chapter 7: Teacher

Chapter 7: Teacher

I met with Blake and he pointed me to first mate Donaldsons cabin. The first mate had open stats, and a wealth of seagoing experience as well as skills in naval warfare. That made me feel warm and cozy, I was truly glad to see someone with his abilities as first mate. He looked more like a professional gentleman than naval tactician. Compared to the motley crew down below he could have passed for the head of the national bank.

Name?

Domenic.

Last name?

None.

He riffled through a stack of papers, then not finding mine scanned the crew list. Working as a seaman? he asked.

Yes, sir.

He put that stack away and pulled out a different sheet that had the names of all the seamen on it. No sense wasting lots of paper on repetitive words, now was there? Verify that you understand the ships code, that those are the terms of your service and put your mark by your name.

I read over the terms quickly and said, These are not the terms. The rest of the men were getting the wage Blake had first offered me, without any bonus.

Oh? Donaldson said, with a tone that said he expected me to lie.

I negotiated my price with petty officer Blake. Theres also an asterisk by my name here.

The first mate looked and saw there was indeed an asterisk by my name. Please go inform petty officer Blake I would like to speak with him immediately. That will be all.

Yessir.

Blake didnt have any trepidation about going to the first mates cabin because he wasnt a seaman. He just dropped what he was doing which was a good imitation of supervising nothing in particular and left. I decided to peek under the tarps on deck and found what Id expected to.

Onager Catapult

Durability 225/300

There werent munitions on the deck for these weapons. Thosed be carted up from below if they were needed. The onager was a catapult small enough to be useful on a ship. Scorpions were useful to launch bolts against enemies or flaming bolts at the ship, but onagers were useful for crippling ships destroying sails, rigging, and even the masts. Not that they couldnt land a globe of something flammable that an alchemist had cooked up but crippling a ships ability to move instantly gave you the advantage. There were four onagers on deck, and each was on a circular platform that could rotate to aim them.

I tried loitering until Blake returned, but it didnt suit me. I saw a red-headed cabin boy looking lost and approached him.

Looking for someone?

He turned baleful eyes on me. The ladder to the gun deck.

I blinked several times before I could respond. Do you know where the main stairwell is?

He nodded. But the captain said I was getting in the way and I should find the ladder to the gun deck.

So he was the captains cabin boy. He was young, eight years old. Was this his first time on board a ship? Can you point out the mizzen mast for me? He hesitantly pointed to the main mast. Point me starboard. He pointed to his right, the port side. I groaned. Whats your name, kid?

Redmund, sir.

I aint a sir. You call the captain sir. You call the first mate, second mate, and boatswain sir. Got that?

Whos Bosn?

Looking back, Id chuckle at how hed probably called it boats wane. Right then I set to correcting him. If he was going to be any use if he was to avoid causing mishaps he needed a lot of knowledge right now.

Alright, Redmund. From now on when the captain or other officers dont have you doing anything, you find me. You cant find me, you find someone else and you ask them to teach you about seamanship, the Wind Runner, or anything else they can think of. Got it?

Yes, uh first question! What am I supposed to call you if not sir?

You learn my name. Its Domenic.

He looked aghast. Im supposed to learn everybodys name?

I laughed. Kid, youll have to learn a lot more than peoples names. For now, read their name from their stats.

But I only have level 1 analyze. I cant see through anybodys stats when they hide them!

I nodded. They are keeping them up. It becomes a habit when youre in an unfamiliar place. Dont worry, well get them to drop it.

Blake returned. Just a clerical error. You can go sign in a few hours after theyve drawn up the correct sum.

I nodded. Hed been gone too long just to clear up a clerical error, but I doubted Blake had tried to gyp me of my pay. The circumstances didnt line up for that.

Youll report to me, He continued. Youll be working with the sails.

I nodded like Blake knew what he was saying. Id be working topside, handling rigging and lines, sure. Id also be doing the hundred other jobs that came up in a day, from attending the sounding line to manning the helm. When are we casting off?

We leave with the tide. He was parroting what he knew the schedule was.

Aye, aye. Ill see to it stores are stowed.

Redmund bless the little buggers eight-year-old heart popped off a salute to Blake and said, Permission to join him, sir?

Blakes not a sir, I corrected. Hes a petty officer. I got a bit of savage joy at the look Blake gave me. Id wager a gold piece he was some sort of military officer, but if he was going to play the part of a naval petty officer he was going to have to live with a demotion. I wondered if hed been having the others call him sir

Granted, Blake said before turning on his heel.

I turned to Redmund. Im going to point out port and starboard to you now, then take you down the ladder to the gun deck. Every deck we go down Im going to ask you to point port and starboard. You get it wrong and so help me Ill have you scraping barnacles off the keel! Understood?

Yes sir, I mean Domenic!

I smiled in my heart.

Someone who knew what they were doing had taken charge of stowing the stores. I glanced over them, rattling off information to Redmund the whole while. What was the last compartment we were in? How can you get there from the captains cabin? Whats stowed here and why? Whats the name of this? Wrong! Its a line, not a rope. Name the parts of a line. Alright, Ill tell you the parts once

I took him to the stair to the lower hold, pointed at the two soldiers on guard duty and said, Dont even think about it. Captains got defenses and a magical alert around the hold. Then I saluted the two guards. Keep up the good work, men! Their shared looks of bafflement would amuse me for a good long while.

We hoisted sails before the tide bottomed out when Callis the larger of our two moons set. Callis and Uropa dictated the tides, and when they said it was low tide it was low tide. Uropa would change her mind first and give you a slight mid-tide, but high tide didnt return until Callis said so.

I explained all this to Redmund, whod watched us work in fascination. We were departing just before last light. We were able to navigate around an inconveniently placed shoal before we had to start lighting lanterns. By that time, Id run Redmund ragged and said he should check with the captain and make sure he wasnt needed for anything. I expected hed be sent straight to bed, but a minute later he was dashing by me with wide eyes. Id learn later that the captain didnt want to reinforce having him gawk at the sailors all afternoon and made him run errands for another hour. I didnt feel a bit sorry for him that was a tame introduction to sea life.

Because we got underway so late most of us were up until 7 bells on the mid watch. Then we were up before wed scarce had time to close our eyes. The men grumbled, naturally, but this was all par for the course. I was in high spirits, despite my tired eyes. I was at sea again! Sure Id only spent a single day in port, but I had an administrator verify that my compulsion was perfectly rational.

I found myself teaching often. This was easiest when I was showing Redmund the ropes, because I could speak loudly enough for all to hear. Everyone knew exactly what I was doing, but the ones in the know were glad I didnt ask them if they knew their knots and the ones who didnt know appreciated not being talked down to. (Not that I wouldnt talk down to them if it came to it. Every sailor needed to be put in their place now and then, myself included.)

When I wasnt about my duties or showing others theirs, I was running around with Virgam trying to stop problems before they started. He had more leeway and could say this is how I want it done and the soldier petty officers nodded because theyd put him in the chain of command for exactly that reason. Me well, the soldiers mostly looked the other way and pretended I hadnt changed what theyd told their men to do. At least they didnt often question whether I was right.

Still, we were slow those first days as orders got mixed up, lines and sails got twisted, and people talked back. That was a no-no, on the Wind Runner or any other vessel. Every sailor knew at the end of the first day who were the real sailors and who were the soldiers in disguise. They mouthed off, the first mate administered the canings, and Virgam had a chat with the crew about maintaining the status quo. After that they obeyed the fake sailors until someone with experience and the pretense of authority told them otherwise, then listened to the seaman. The soldiers didnt protest, they seemed to acknowledge it was all a charade.

After a few days at sea with this routine, I had a word with the cook when I wasnt on duty. After he heard what I had planned, he readily outfitted me. The cook was an interesting man; he had unlocked his profession at level five and hadnt advanced beyond that, sinking every bit of XP gained into his craft. It paid off; he had the highest cooking level Id ever seen at 42. Yet for all his experience, he seemed out of place on a ship. He was like a gourmet chef for the king whod found his way here. His stats had been hidden but Id easily peered through and noted that he didnt even have the sea legs skill yet. Maybe he was Captain Michaels personal cook brought on from his estate? Did the captain have an estate?

I made my way up to the quarterdeck and aft to the stern of the ship. There I carefully laid out and prepared my tools. Redmund met me there at three bells of the first watch, when we were fully reliant on the ships lanterns and the light of the moons.

Am I going to learn it?

Yes. Tonight? Well see.

He was tired after running about all day every day since we set sail, but he looked at the fishing lines with glee. Im going to catch a shark!

And pull it all the way up here? Better hope its a small one!

That dose of realism didnt damper his enthusiasm to pick up the fishing ability. I showed him every inch of the line, the hooks, and placement of the bait. I threw my line over and showed how to keep the line feeding out, then explained just how much line had to be played out to reach the right depths which was a lot. After hed thrown his line over I showed him fishermans knots while we waited for a bite. Eventually I ran out of things to say and admired the play of moonlight on the water.

Domenic, Redmund asked. Why dont you have the deck scrubbing ability?

Hmm?

Me and the other boys, we all got the deck scrubbing ability. But I aint seen a single sailor with the skill!

I chuckled. I had it. We all did. It went away along with a dozen others when I got my seamanship ability. See, some abilities encompass a bunch of others. Sometimes that even results in sub-specialties. You dont think that a persons stat sheets show everything theyve ever learned, do you? That would be ridiculous! No one would ever have the time to read their own, much less anyone elses. Now, the more you analyze yourself the more of those little things you can see and understand, even if they dont pop up on your main stats.

Analyze yourself?

Not analyze analyze, I mean not with your skill. Its called introspection. You see inside your own head and heart. The sea is a great place for it.

But what determines the skills that show up in your stats?

I shrugged. The things you develop, the things that matter to you, the things youre good at heard theres a field of study into stats and quests and all that. Some magicians cant accept things without a deeper explanation and have to know the why of everything. You one of those people?

No!

Too bad. You could have made good money. Are you going to pull that fish in?

Huh?

Pay attention to what your arms are doing, youve been pulling harder and harder on the line without paying attention. Youve got a fish on! Its time to pull him in.

Redmund excitedly set to pulling the line hand over hand, but I showed him a less intensive way to do it that also saved the quarterdecks gunwale from the chaffing. He quickly realized that while casting out all that line had been easy, pulling it back was work! I tied off my line and spelled him for a bit. Hed get a greater skill progression if he was more involved, but the fish needed to come up. I started singing a shanty while I pulled.

Oh, we'd be alright if the wind was in our sails

We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails

We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails

And we'll all hang on behind...

When I started the other sailors on deck listened, saw what I was doing, and joined in while they did whatever they were doing. That was the great thing about shanties every sailor knew them, and we sang often. My two levels of singing had been hard won, as my voice had taken some work to tune.

And we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!

We'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!

We'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!

And we'll all hang on behind!

I winked at Redmund as I started the next verse and handed the line back to him. He pulled in rhythm, which was why most shanties had been written in the first place.

Oh, we'd be alright if the fish is on our line

We'd be alright if the fish is on our line

We'd be alright if the fish is on our line

And we'll all hang on behind...

There it is! Redmund yelled in a falsetto that would embarrass him in a few years.

Dont stop, or itll fall off the hook and that pulling will have been for nothing!

He scrambled to pull the fish through the space up to the quarterdeck and the fish was hooked deeply enough that all its struggles didnt save it. Guessing that Redmund hadnt held a fish before, I pulled it the last few feet onto the deck. I congratulated him, then had him pick up the fish and showed him the ways he could hold it. Then I told him to remove the hook, and after a bit of finagling and prying at the poor fish hed done it without me showing him.

What do I do with it now?

Set it aside where its out of the way but you wont lose it. After were done, we take everything down to Cook.

Cool! he said.

You know whats next? I grinned devilishly. You get to do the work this time.

I supervised while he got his line ready to go, but I had a fish of my own to pull up. I did so and had my line out again before him, but hed paid attention to me resetting it and doggedly persisted. By six bells we had five fish between us and Id taught him a few shanties quieter now so that I could repeat the words for him and the crew wouldnt accuse me of singing all night come the morning. During one of my choruses a female voice joined in and I nearly jumped when I thought it was Jennifer. Of course, she didnt know any shanties, and I hadnt seen sign of either lady since theyd boarded. This was a female sailor one Id noticed because women sailors were rare. I hadnt worked with her as she always seemed to be working on something elsewhere. Her skills were like mine, if at different levels. She was a level 8, like me.

Dont stop your singing on my account, she said. Though you could stand to invest a bit more in it.

I snorted. You on watch?

No, I just couldnt sleep yet and heard some tomcat screeching and decided to see what it was about. Now Im curious why youre dangling fish outside the captains window.

Were catching them for Cook! Redmund volunteered. Id noticed that hed picked up on my habit of calling the man Cook, not the cook. What can I say? The position is a title.

Im sure the captain and the officers will appreciate that, not that well ever taste it. She examined the fish wed pulled up.

The fishing skill is worth learning, as Im sure you know. I added with a meaningful nod. She had level 11 fishing.

She smiled and nodded. Picked it up working on a leaky tub before I could get onto a merchant vessel. You?

Actually, never been on a fishing boat, I replied truthfully. I was proud of my long list of experiences but had skipped over the basic fishing boat. Picked up the skill on the docks as a boy, then progressed it bit by bit at sea. Some whales counted towards progression too, when I did that. I extended my hand. Im Domenic.

Hali, she replied. It was courtesy to introduce yourself, even if you could read their names on their stats. Her handshake was firm with all the callouses Id expect from a sailor. I did not expect the next words that slipped quietly from her mouth. I heard you stopped a mutiny.

Id like to say that my face portrayed the right amount of surprise at an unexpected question that kind of innocent surprise and confusion people got when they really didnt know what youd just said. I probably looked as composed as a man when his wife brings up his mistress. She read me like a book.

Still, if she hadnt been there then I saw no reason to rehash it particularly on the quarterdeck like this. There was never a threat of mutiny that I was aware of. Smooth Domenic. Real smooth.

Mmm-hmm. Theres also word that youre angling for Blakes position.

That I could react naturally to, and I laughed outright. I could have had Blakes position and another gold per week if Id set to haggling. Better yet, I could be first mate on another ship if I wanted to advance.

First mate? she said. Arent you a bit young for that?

You bet your pretty buttons I could be first mate, I said with a smirk.

So youre a man with no ambition, then? she said scornfully. My smirk disappeared. What game was she playing at? I didnt see her at all in the past few days and now she approached me full of rumors and challenges?

Im a man of the sea, I said firmly. Always have been, always will be. The sea doesnt care about my ambition.

Theres no room for another woman in your life? she asked coyly.

Go play your games with another sailor boy. Whatever youre after, I know you didnt get where you are by batting eyelashes. And Id have thought less of her if she had. There was also a slight buzzing in my mind when I looked at her. What was that about?

Even though Id told her to drop her games, I was surprised by how efficiently she did so. In an instant the brusque gossiper was gone, as was the coy woman. Was that a real smile? A genuine one? It was nice to meet you, Domenic. She said simply. Then she left.

I was baffled, and Redmund wasnt any help. Do you like her? he asked.

What?

Do you admire her?

I snorted. Kid, that lady has got to be tougher than me. It takes a special kind of woman to make her way in a trade filled with men.

He huffed, exasperated. Do you want to spank her rump and make her squeal?

I arched an eyebrow at him. The captain hears you use that kind of language and youll be scrubbing decks the rest of your natural born life.

The men talk that way about the whores they meet in port!

I started pulling my line up. Sure they do. But theres things they dont talk about, too. Like how if you could get them to admit it, half of them are the sons of whores. Like me. His eyes went wide. Yes, Redmund, this was the way of our world. They dont mention if they have sisters in the trade, just try to forget about them instead. They dont count whether theyve left babies behind. They dont think about whether that kid whether that kid needed them. I sighed. I dont bash my shipmates for their talk, but try to have a little respect for people. If you do, chances are that sailor talk wont feel quite right. Now pull up your line, youve got a fish on.

With a start, Redmund pulled in his line, though with less excitement and vigor than before. Great, why did I feel like Id spoiled the evening?

Id finished stowing my line when Redmund pulled his fish over. Or rather, half his fish. I held it up and chuckled. It looks like you nearly caught a shark after all! Redmund wanted to hang onto it and show it off to the other boys later, but I dissuaded him. Keeping a fish head in your quarters was a good way to make enemies. Instead, I told him a story about Krakens wanting the fish that fishermen only caught half of, and how Davy Jones would sic sea monsters on him if he irked one of Jones pets.

Redmund scoffed at me with the confidence of a boy who knew I was making stories, but it was largely bravado. Hed heard and seen the superstitious among the sailors who kept a copper coin tied to their hair at the nape of their neck, thanked any dolphins whenever the appeared and hushed anyone who said Davy Jones name aloud. He really wanted to ask me if Jones was real. I didnt believe Jones was the boogeyman, but I believed he was real. Redmund didnt ask, though. Because I was incorrigible, I didnt offer.