The ocean had seemed so much smaller in her mother’s stories.
No longer able to endure the crowded hold she and her fellow conscripts had been shoved into Isabeau had secured a spot against the ship railing. Well out of the way of the sailors as they went about their duties, and their wandering hands, but still in sight in case anyone came looking for her. Considering the foul temper Lieutenant Herain had been riding for the past week, she thought it best not to risk it turning in her direction.
Endless waves spun out from the hard line of the horizon to slap at the hull of the ship, the sun glittering and dancing across the shifting waters. White froth crowned each wave and was carried into the air when a strong gust of wind skimmed by, cold and stinging across her skin where the salt water had left it chafed. Isabeau licked her dry lips to taste the now familiar quick burn of salt on her tongue.
It was soothing, the strange push and pull of the ship caught amongst the waves. She felt none of the nausea that had sent poor Edon nearly over the side from heaving. Instead, the longer she stared at the water, the more she wondered what it would feel like. She had swam in a lake once, but those placid waters were a world away from the waves that bubbled and thrashed beneath her feet.
“There you are.” Adali stepped up beside her. She was trying to fashion her hair back into the series of braids she’d had earlier with little luck. By the time she had finished binding them back in place the wind had already tugged several dark wisps free. “Blast it all, why do I bother?”
“Because you refuse to be sensible and cut it.” Isabeau rolled her eyes. Her own dark hair was pulled back into a short tail. She’d cut it shortly after it became obvious her small town would not avoid the Call of Conscription. Better to do it herself than have someone make her do it.
Adali snorted but didn’t rise to the bait. She leaned against the railing close enough their arms brushed. Isabeau didn’t begrudge her the intimacy. Standing half a head taller than Isabeau, Adali made a perfect barrier against the sea-touched winds. And it wasn’t in Isabeau to deny herself or Adali the comfort of touch. After what happened with Ysandra they were all a little shook up.
Together they watched the white clouds gather in the distance, fluffy and harmless for the time being. “Were you tempted to run?” Adali asked, just loud enough to be heard over the rush of the waves below.
Isabeau shook her head. “No. As scared as I am and I am scared,” she admitted, “I can’t risk them making good on their threat and going back for my brother. One person from each family, that’s the law. If I make a run for it they’ll expect him to take my place.” She didn’t think she would ever forget the look in her mother’s eyes as Isabeau was led away by the soldiers, the terror that had turned her mother’s face milk-pale and clutch at Calin as if he too were going to be taken away to fight in the Mad-King’s war.
Isabeau gripped the railing hard enough to bleach her knuckles white. “Calin...he’s too young to fight. They would find another use for him.” Just beginning his sixth year, Calin was still small. There was no doubt in her mind they would would throw him in the gold mines where some enterprising soul had determined a child could reach where an adult could not. Only one in five of those children ever came back and more often than not illness claimed them not long after.
The quiet lay between them, only broken by the waves dancing below. It was oddly relaxing and strangely familiar. It itched at her, the strange impression that she should know the sound.
“I have three older sisters,” Adali admitted. “It nearly killed my parents to let me go, but we all knew out of the four of us, I was the most likely to survive.” She gestured, taking in the way she loomed over Isabeau as well as the broad span of her shoulders. “Once they saw me it was a done deal.”
Behind her, as if to break the melancholy mood, there was a rush of footsteps and then the ragged sound of someone being sick over the side. There was a soft moan that marked the victim as Edon. Out of all of the conscripts he was the one taking to sea travel the hardest. Isabeau tried to sympathize but after the fourth time she’d had to step out of the way or be splattered with Edon’s last attempt at a meal, she was growing short on patience.
The solemn moment was broken as Edon’s miserable retching was followed by a sailor’s frustrated cursing and the two young women broke into simultaneous laughter. “I’d be surprised if that one could take a bath without succumbing to the sea-sickness,” Adali admitted as her chuckles trailed away. “It took a couple outings before I discovered my sea legs. Did you live off the coast as well?”
Isabeau frowned at Adali and shook her head. “No, I’d never seen the ocean until they brought us to Pasima.” One of the largest coastal cities in Maerid, Pasima was often considered the Ocean Jewel. Upon their arrival Isabeau had been dazzled by the infinite stretch of the ocean into the hard line of the horizon, a glittering backdrop against the looming shape of the Summer Palace. Lieutenant Herain had threatened to have her whipped if she didn’t stop dawdling.
Adali scoffed. “I’d believe that if I hadn’t seen you walk across the deck our first day on board. You’d have to be born on a ship to - “
“Sails off the portside! No colors flying!”
Isabeau saw Adali’s face drain of all color before the ship turned into a maelstrom of organized chaos. Sailors erupted from below decks where they had been off-duty and began running too and fro. Isabeau could only do her best to stay out of their way with no idea how to help. Captain Eliza strode out of her cabin and began shouting orders. On her heels was Lieutenant Herain. “Captain! What is happening?”
The captain barely spared him a glance. “If we’re lucky just another bastard the Mad-King has over a barrel.” Isabeau had been present when Captain Eliza had been informed that her ship was being seized in order to transport supplies and conscripts to the frontlines. It hadn’t mattered that all merchants who hadn’t been quick to get their ships out of port before the proclamation went out were all in the same boat, as it were. “If we’re not, you’re going to get the chance to blood your little conscripts early.”
“Pirates in these waters? That’s impossible.” The lieutenant had to scramble out of the way when Captain Eliza strode up to the railing with an eyeglass in hand. “What are we going to do?”
“We’ll pile on the sails and see if we can outrun them.”
Lieutenant Herein gaped at her. “And if that doesn’t work?”
The captain bared her teeth at him in the grim parody of a smile, “Like I said, you’ll get to see what your little recruits are made of.” Her gaze landed on Isabeau and Adali where they were doing their best to stay out of the way. Isabeau didn’t think it was pity that softened the captain’s expression, as much as resignation. As if she were already writing them off as potential victims.
Adali stepped away from the railing, her chin lifted in challenge. She had also recognized the look on the captain’s face. “Do you have anything we can use as weapons?” she asked. “I think I can figure out which end of the sword to grab if I’m motivated enough.”
Isabeau hesitated, then moved up to stand beside her. “I know the basic forms for a spear if you have them. Or a long stave will do.”
Lieutenant Herein bristled behind the captain’s shoulder. “You aren’t seriously going to give them weapons? They haven’t been cleared yet.”
Captain Eliza laughed. “Yes, I imagine you would be hesitant to give your would-be cannon fodder weapons after dragging them from their homes. What would you have them do? Stand aside and hope the pirates are feeling merciful today?”
“We don’t know that they are pirates!”
As if waiting for the opportune moment to embarrass him, the lookout sang out, “Ship approaching. Cannon ports are open!”
“Right. Eames!”
At the captain’s shout a whip-thin man with dark skin trotted up. He shoved a heavy coil of rope at a passing sailor, “Store this before someone trips over it. Captain, we’re distributing the weaponry now. Herris is readying the harpoon.”
The captain nodded. “Good, make sure all the conscripts are armed even if it’s with a table knife.” When Lieutenant Herain started blustering she cut him off. “If you want to deliver corpses instead of conscripts for your Mad-King’s army you chose the wrong boat. Now get out of my way before I have you confined. If we have any chance of surviving this we’re going to need all hands on deck, including you and your lot.” Without waiting for a response the captain swept away, still shouting orders as she passed her spyglass off to her second-mate.
Not wanting to make herself a target for Lieutenant Herain’s frustration Isabeau followed Eames’ gesture to follow after him. Close on her heels, Adali said, “Do you think we have a chance?”
Isabeau glanced over her shoulder where she could see the approaching ship. At this distance she could just make out the movements of the other crew, the wavering echoes of their own call to arms reflected off the water. “I think we have a better chance now than we did before.”