There was an uneasy silence from the crew. Darkness was falling fast and n.o.beast was about to take on the responsibility of running the vessel. Chopsnout smiled triumphantly. "So, what"ve ye got to say t"that, me fine buckoes?"
Bootbrain, who was never given to teasing or insulting his captain, could not help making an observation. "Cap"n, yore nose is on the wrong ways round. Ye"ve stuck it on backward."
The final straw came when a strangled t.i.tter rang out from below. Reynard Chopsnout slammed his cabin door shut and sat sulking in his cabin.
Sometime after midnight there was a rap on the cabin door. Chopsnout snarled at the beast without, "Go "way an" leave me alone!"
The rapping persisted, accompanied by a voice. "But cap"n, lissen, "tis yore ole mate Floggtail. I"ve spotted somethin" on the sh.o.r.e. Come an" look!"
Adopting a stern face, Chopsnout emerged from his cabin. The crew were gathered on deck, peering at a fire burning on the beach some distance away. The Corsair fox could not help smirking as he addressed Floggtail, the searat first mate.
"Well well, a fire, eh? Looks no different from any other I"ve seen. What d"ye plan on doin" about it, mate?"
Floggtail stared hard at the firelight, scratching his fat stomach distractedly. "Er, er, Scritchy an" Wippback reckons we oughter tack a bit an" sail beyond that point stickin" up south"ards, cap"n."
Chopsnout smiled encouragingly at the two searats. "Hmm, clever thinkin", you two. Wot next?"
Both searats hastily explained their plan.
"We drops anchor t"other side o" the point, cap"n."
"Aye, then, er, we climbs over that point an" drops in on "em."
"That"s right, then we slaughters "em all an" robs any vittles we find!"
Chopsnout shook his head in despair at their stupidity. "How d"ye know that those creatures on sh.o.r.e ain"t already sighted us an" armed theirselves up, eh? An" tell me this, wot"s t"stop this ship sinkin" if"n you takes the time to tack around be"ind yonder point? Well c.u.mmon, I"m waitin" fer an answer off"n some bright spark?"
There followed a deal of paw shuffling and blank looks, then Floggtail appealed sheepishly to Chopsnout. "Er, cap"n, "ow would yew go about it, sir?"
Chopsnout snorted airily. "Ho, yore in trouble now, so youse need yore ole cap"n agin, eh? Well I ain"t makin" a move "til I gets a full apology off"n this crew for the insults I"ve bore!"
Staring at the deck as if the answer lay there, the vermin crew mumbled disjointedly.
"Sorry, cap"n, er, about yore no ..."
"About wot we said to yer."
"Aye, we didn"t mean it, cap"n."
" "Twas on"y a joke, cap"n, we won"t say nothin" no more."
"Yore the best cap"n ever t"sail the seas, sir!"
Chopsnout attempted a sniff, holding onto his nose, which was starting to wobble slightly. "Well all right, so be it. But next time you start any o" that I"m done with ye for good. Now, "ere"s the way I sees it. That fire on sh.o.r.e is only a liddle "un, an" all I can see is two beasts sittin" by it, mouses mebbe. If"n there was a full tribe o" them, there"d be a great big fire, so I figgers there"s on"y the pair of "em, prob"ly some ole hermit an" his wife. They"re either daft or blind, "cos they ain"t seen us, or they wouldn"t"ve lighted a fire an" give themselves away. Hark t"me now, this is my plan. Leave off fixin" the mast an" balin" out water, all four paws on deck "cos the tide"s starting to ebb. Grab any spare planks, timbers or oars an" start paddlin" "er for the sh.o.r.e double quick. We"ll run the Greenhawk Greenhawk up on the sand an" beach "er high"n"dry. Then we"ll capture those two mice an" torture "em "til we finds out where they"ve hid all their vittles. After they"ve cooked us a good feast, the rest"s simple. We fixes the leaks an" the mainmast, chops the ole mouse"n"his wife up fer fishbait, then sails off south fer a bit o" sun an" plunder!" up on the sand an" beach "er high"n"dry. Then we"ll capture those two mice an" torture "em "til we finds out where they"ve hid all their vittles. After they"ve cooked us a good feast, the rest"s simple. We fixes the leaks an" the mainmast, chops the ole mouse"n"his wife up fer fishbait, then sails off south fer a bit o" sun an" plunder!"
Bootbrain nodded his head in admiration of Chopsnout. "Stripe me, "ow d"you remember it all, cap"n? Yore a clever "un, no two ways about it!"
The Corsair fox drew his ragged frock coat about him haughtily, staring down his imitation nose at the astounded vermin crew. "Aye, that"s why I"m a cap"n, so mind yore manners an" git about yore business, you dumbclucks!"
Vurg raised his eyes from the fire on the beach that he and Luke were sitting by. "She"s headed straight for us. They"ve put out paddles. You were right, Luke, that ship"ll land here around dawn."
Luke rea.s.sured himself by touching the sword concealed beneath his cloak. "Good. Is everything ready, Dulam?"
The mouse who had crawled up in the sand behind Luke made his brief report. "Aye, ready. Old "uns an" the babes are well away, hidden beyond the cliffs, an" our fighters are waitin" in the caves."
Luke watched the Greenhawk Greenhawk moving closer to land, speaking to Dulam without turning his head. "Tell them to make every shaft count"twill be kill or be killed. We"ll only get one chance to capture that vessel." moving closer to land, speaking to Dulam without turning his head. "Tell them to make every shaft count"twill be kill or be killed. We"ll only get one chance to capture that vessel."
Dulam wriggled off back to the caves. Luke sensed Vurg"s trembling, and he placed a steadying paw on his friend. "Take it easy, Vurg. This is the best chance we"re ever goin" to get of startin" to avenge our loved ones. Trust me."
His companion stole a glance at the hard-eyed warrior sitting beside him. There was not a shred of pity or unsureness showing on Luke"s face, just cold wrath and determination. Vurg suddenly stopped trembling.
"I"m all right, Luke. I trust you. All of yore tribe do!"
The Greenhawk Greenhawk was aided by a light breeze caught by her square-rigged aftersail, speeding up the vessel"s progress, drawing her closer to the pair of forlorn figures huddled about the guttering fire onsh.o.r.e. Reynard Chopsnout drew his cutla.s.s and climbed up to the prow. He crouched there, putting a final edge to his blade on an iron cleat. Already he could mentally hear the whimpers of the two sh.o.r.ebeasts, pleading for their lives. This was going to be as easy as falling off a log! was aided by a light breeze caught by her square-rigged aftersail, speeding up the vessel"s progress, drawing her closer to the pair of forlorn figures huddled about the guttering fire onsh.o.r.e. Reynard Chopsnout drew his cutla.s.s and climbed up to the prow. He crouched there, putting a final edge to his blade on an iron cleat. Already he could mentally hear the whimpers of the two sh.o.r.ebeasts, pleading for their lives. This was going to be as easy as falling off a log!
Chapter 20.
Somewhere on the clifftops a small bird raised its beak to herald the dawn, as day"s first pale streaks washed the sky outward from the east. The crew of the Greenhawk Greenhawk sweated and cursed as they pushed their craft onsh.o.r.e with makeshift paddles. She rose on a swell and forged forward, sc.r.a.ping her hull into the sand and listing to port, keeling slightly as the ebbing water dropped her on the beach. Roaring and shouting, Chopsnout urged his vermin over the side. "Grab "em, mates, I want those two alive!" sweated and cursed as they pushed their craft onsh.o.r.e with makeshift paddles. She rose on a swell and forged forward, sc.r.a.ping her hull into the sand and listing to port, keeling slightly as the ebbing water dropped her on the beach. Roaring and shouting, Chopsnout urged his vermin over the side. "Grab "em, mates, I want those two alive!"
Luke shrugged off his cloak. Raising his sword, he watched the savage-looking Sea Rogues pounding up the beach. Vurg took up his position, spear at the ready, steeling himself against the wild war cries of the charging foe.
"Haharr, let"s see the color o" yer innards, mice!"
"Lop off"n their footpaws so they can"t run away!"
"Gimme a cloak made out o" mouse"s skin!"
"Eeeeeyaaaaargh!"
Chopsnout could scarce believe his eyes. Leaping down from the prow to bring up the rear, he saw the first wave of ten or so crewbeasts vanish into the ground.
Halfway up the beach, Luke"s fighters had dug a trench, lining it with sharpened stakes and covering it with rush mats strewn thinly over with sand. Vermin screamed in shocked agony as they plunged into it. Luke gave the signal, letting his swordpoint dip as he bellowed aloud to his companions, "Now! Strike now!"
Both Luke and Vurg dropped into a crouch. Arrows hissed angrily overhead, thudding into the vermin who were hovering on the edge of the spiked trench. Two more flights of shafts followed speedily, then Luke leaped upright, wielding his sword as the archers dropped their bows and seized fire-hardened lances.
"Chaaaaarge!"
They dashed forward, with Luke and Vurg out in front, leaping the trench and hurling themselves upon the enemy.
Chopsnout had lost his pitchblob nose as soon as he hit the sand. He stood yelling hoa.r.s.ely at his vermin crew. "Retreat, back to the ship, retreat!"
However, they were suddenly outflanked. The rest of Luke"s small force thundered out from a cave situated on the far edge of the point, armed with long cudgels and slings. Rocks whistled through the morning air, cutting down several of the routed vermin, then they were hit from both sides by Luke"s lances and the swinging clubs of grim-faced, ruthless mice. Reynard Chopsnout leaped ineffectively at the high beached bulwarks of the Greenhawk. Greenhawk. He slid awkwardly back to the moist sand, half raising his scimitar as Luke"s battlesword found him. It was over in less time than it had taken for the vermin to beach their boat. He slid awkwardly back to the moist sand, half raising his scimitar as Luke"s battlesword found him. It was over in less time than it had taken for the vermin to beach their boat.
Luke was now every inch the Warrior Chieftain of his tribe. Sheathing his blade, he nodded curtly at the stunned faces of the fighters surrounding him. "Well done, we"ve gained ourselves a ship!"
Cardo let his lance drop, obviously shocked. "Luke, they"re dead. We"ve slain them all."
Luke picked up the lance, pressing it into his friend"s paw. "Aye, that was the idea, mate. Or would you sooner that we were caught nappin" an" murdered like our families were?"
There were loud cries of agreement with Luke. Friends crowded around to shake his paw or pat his back.
Luke glanced up at the clifftops. "Steady, mates, plenty o" time for that later. Some of you fill in that trench. Dulam, you an" the others roll those vermin carca.s.ses into the sea, the ebbin" tide"U carry "em out. I don"t want the young "uns to see any of this. Vurg, come with me. We"ll have to rig up some means o" haulin" the ship above the tideline, so she don"t get carried back out on the floodtide."
Luke and Vurg hurried to the cliffs, intercepting Drunn, who was climbing down to see the result of the battle.
"Burr, you"m winned, zurr Luke. Oi alius knowed ee wurr a gurt Wurrier, ho urr!"
Luke took the friendly mole"s outstretched paw and shook it heartily. "Drunn my old mate, how are ye at movin" ships up beaches?"
The mole sized up the situation immediately. "Et be the least oi c"n do furr ee, zurr!"
Before the incoming tide had arrived Drunn, with the aid of his moles, some mice and the hedgehogs, had dug a shallow channel from the Greenhawk Greenhawk "s prow to a spot above the tideline. This he lined with slabs of cliff shale, well wetted down with seawater. On the vessel"s forepeak was a windla.s.s, a simple mechanism for hauling up the ship"s anchor, with a horizontally revolving barrel. Welff Tiptip and her hogs helped to carry the anchor up onsh.o.r.e, where they wedged it firmly between two big rocks jutting up out of the sand. Now the ship was attached to the land by its anchor rope. Drunn chose the stoutest creatures to turn the windla.s.s, which they did by ramming home stout poles into the housing. Once the slack of the rope was taken up, they began turning the windla.s.s in earnest. "s prow to a spot above the tideline. This he lined with slabs of cliff shale, well wetted down with seawater. On the vessel"s forepeak was a windla.s.s, a simple mechanism for hauling up the ship"s anchor, with a horizontally revolving barrel. Welff Tiptip and her hogs helped to carry the anchor up onsh.o.r.e, where they wedged it firmly between two big rocks jutting up out of the sand. Now the ship was attached to the land by its anchor rope. Drunn chose the stoutest creatures to turn the windla.s.s, which they did by ramming home stout poles into the housing. Once the slack of the rope was taken up, they began turning the windla.s.s in earnest.
The young ones and oldsters had come down from the clifftops. Extra paws were needed, so they all joined in. Windred and old Twoola ran back and forth, splashing more water on the shale slabs as the ship slid forward, up onto sh.o.r.e, creaking and groaning. Martin and young Timballisto pushed with all their might against the windla.s.s spokes, along with the rest.
It was a happy day. A sprightly breeze moved the clouds away, sunlight beat down on the workers. Joyfully they toiled, turning the windla.s.s bit by bit, moving their ship up the sh.o.r.e on its own anchor rope. Some even improvised a shanty to keep up the rhythm of the task, and soon everybeast was singing it.
"Oh don"t it make a sight so grand, A ship that travels on the land, Keep that windla.s.s turnin", bend yore backs an" push!
We"ll soon have her above the tide, Then we"ll clean an" sc.r.a.pe each side, Keep that windla.s.s turnin", bend yore backs an" push!
We"ve got to find a good tree fast, Then we"ll build a new mainmast, Keep that windla.s.s turnin", bend yore backs an" push!
With pitch an" rope we"ll make her right, All shippyshape an" watertight, Keep that windla.s.s turnin", bend yore backs an" push!
You vermin sc.u.m, oh mercy me, Beware when Luke puts out to sea, Keep that windla.s.s turnin", bend yore backs an" push!"
Gradually the ship slid over its runway of wetted shale slabs, finally coming to rest above the tideline, with the bow end firmly wedged between the two standing rocks that had secured the anchor. Luke was smiling broadly, as he patted the barnacle-encrusted hull. "Well, there she is, a right old slop bucket if ever I saw one, mates, but by winter I guarantee she"ll be good"n"ready." He called to Martin, who was down by the tideline with Timballisto, stowing things behind a rock. "Ho there, son, what are you doing?"
Martin beckoned his father to join them and explained, "We collected all the weapons for you, see."
He unrolled an old length of sail canvas, revealing a jumbled a.s.sortment of swords, daggers and various blades that had been once owned by the crew of the Greenhawk. Greenhawk.
Luke ruffled his young son"s ears approvingly. "Well done, Martin. You, too, Timbal. These are far better than our makeshift weapons!"
Timballisto selected a short sword for himself. Martin picked up a longish curved blade and began thrusting it into his belt. But Luke took the sword from his son and tossed it back with the other weapons.
"No, you"re far too young to carry a blade yet, son. Timbal, you may keep your blade. "Tis about time you had oneyou"ll be fully grown in another couple o" seasons." Seeing the disappointment on Martin"s face, Luke threw a kindly paw about his son"s shoulders. "Martin, you don"t need the blade of any seasc.u.m. My sword is yours by right. It was pa.s.sed on to me by my father and one day I will give it to you."
The young mouse"s piercing gray eyes searched his father"s face. "When?"
In his mind Luke saw himself asking the same question of his own father. He gave Martin the same answer he had received long ago.
"When I think you are ready."
Throughout the remainder of summer and all of autumn, the tribe of Luke worked long evenings, after their day"s ch.o.r.es of farming food and foraging the sh.o.r.es was done. Gradually the once rickety Sea Rogue ship took shape. The hull was careened, ridding it of weed, barnacles and other salt.w.a.ter debris. Unsound and rotten planking was torn out and replaced with good stout oak, which they traveled far to find and haul back. Cauldrons of pitch and pine resin bubbled continuously. Lengths of rope were woven and hammered in between the ship"s timbers. Then the pitch and resin were poured into the joints, sealing them and making the vessel watertight. Any spare food was cooked and preserved in casks for ship"s stores, along with new barrels for fresh water to be carried in. Luke oversaw everything, paying careful attention to the slightest detail.
"Do it proper and "twill serve you well!" Everybeast in the tribe became familiar with their Chieftain"s constant motto.
Winter"s first icy breath was coating the northern coast with rimefrost when the new mainmast was raised. Vurg and Drunn had chosen a good tall white willow, which would bend with the wind where other wood might crack and break. Newly patched and hemmed, the wide single mainsail was hoisted, fluttered a moment, then bellied proudly out in the cold north breeze. A cheer went up from the creatures who had worked so hard to repair the vessel. Luke stood back upon the sh.o.r.e with Martin and Windred, surveying the new craft. It had three curving sails from the bowsprit to the mainmast, with the big triangular sail and a tall oblong one either side of the new willow. At the stern was a smaller mast with one other triangular sail. It obviously met all Luke"s requirements. He smiled at Martin. "She"ll have to have a new name, son."
Martin, like all youngsters, always had a question. "Why do they always call ships "she"?"
Luke had to think about that one for a moment. "Truth t"tell, son, I"m not sure, but I think they call ships she because, well, she"s like a mother to her crew."
Another inquiry followed immediately from the serious-faced young mouse. "I haven"t got a mother. Will she be my mother?"
Luke"s eyes were sad as he replied, "No, son, I"m afraid not."
Windred stared reprovingly at Luke. "D"you mean you"re not taking Martin along with you? He"s your son, Luke!"
The Chieftain nodded. "Aye, he is, and that"s why I"m not goin" to risk his young life out there on the seas. Beside that, Windred, you"re his grandmother, so he"ll have to look after youthe only family I have left in this world is you two. Now let"s hear no more of it. Would you like to name the ship, son?"
Martin would not let anybeast see tears in his eyes, so he rushed off along the sh.o.r.e, calling back to Luke, "Call her Sayna Sayna after my mother!" after my mother!"
Windred watched her grandson dash down to the sea, where he stood throwing pebbles into the waves. "I"m sorry, Luke, I should have kept my silly mouth shut."
Luke rested a paw gently on her shoulder. "Don"t be sorry, Windred, I"d have had to tell him sooner or later. Martin"s made of tough stuff. He"ll grow to be a fine warrior, though the only way he"ll learn is to be told the plain truth. "Twould be no good telling him lies."
That night, a feast to mark the completion of the vessel Sayna Sayna was held in Luke"s cave. Autumn"s harvest had been good and the cooks had excelled themselves. Martin cheered up as he and Timballisto joined a young hog-maid called Twindle and Drunn"s nephew Burdle. The four sat together, giggling and joking beneath a lantern at the rear of the cave, ruddy firelight twinkling in their eyes. They had never seen such a sumptuous spread. "Yurr, lookit ee gurt plum pudden!" was held in Luke"s cave. Autumn"s harvest had been good and the cooks had excelled themselves. Martin cheered up as he and Timballisto joined a young hog-maid called Twindle and Drunn"s nephew Burdle. The four sat together, giggling and joking beneath a lantern at the rear of the cave, ruddy firelight twinkling in their eyes. They had never seen such a sumptuous spread. "Yurr, lookit ee gurt plum pudden!"
"Oh, an" see those likkle tarts, they"ve got cream on top that looks like a twirl. Bet my mum Welff made those!"
"Mmm! Have you tasted the soup yet? "Tis full o" rockshrimps an" veggibles!"
"I want a slice o" that big cake, the one with honey an" redcurrants all over the top!"
They sipped Drunn"s fizzy apple cider and munched hot wheat scones that contained chunks of candied pear. The elders drank special barley beer and cut off slices of celery and onion cheese to go with it. Old Twoola raised his beaker and broke out into song.
"Oh the weather"s cold outside outside, But we"re all snug in here, With thee an" me, good company, An" lots o" barley beer!
Oh the snow comes down outside outside, An" winter winds do moan, But sit us by a roarin" fire, An" you"ll not hear one groan!
Oh the night is dark outside outside, But the soup is good an" hot, Good food, fine friends an" happy hearts, I"d say we"ve got the lot!"
Amid the laughter and applause that followed, old Twoola poured himself another beaker, crying out, "That"s the stuff. "Tis a feast an" we be here to enjoy ourselves. Who"s got a song?"
Drunn began using a gourd as a drum, beating out a rhythm on it with two wooden spoons. "Goo urr, missus Welff, show "urn "ow ee can sing!"
Goodwife Welff was immediately up, ap.r.o.n swirling as she danced a jig, clapping her paws and singing.
"Two plums grew on a pear tree, A wise old owl did say, Oh dearie me I"m certain, They shouldn"t grow that way.