Silver and Gold
A/N: Whee! Chapter five—only two more to go after this! And this is one of those kind with the…well, I'll not tell you this time…heh…
Only three reviews? I'm crushed…but I'll answer them all…
Midnight: Actually, Garet gets pretty good with the reasoning in this story. I figure it's time he grew up a bit, anyway. But don't worry, he'll stay his usual Garet self most of the time. And ironically enough, you find out part of what the pirates are after in this chapter…
Jupiter Sprite: Is Victor getting his voice back? Hard to say, really. How would he go about it? I mean…the pirates were pretty thorough in ridding him of it…and you won't really hear a lot about what happened to Garet and Ivan (very little of it was exciting) unless I put in a paragraph or two in the last chapter. Sorry.
Alexditto: Cheesy? Nah. Just a bit of authoress expression. And yes, Sour, it does save on dialogue costs. However, Sheba has to read minds much more frequently because of this.
On with you! And please, please, PLEASE…REVIEW! Or else, you may never discover Barbaus's greatest secret…
Chapter Five: So Much to Lose
"The prize is ours, milord. We have his son and his old man, and he's bound to come for them."
"I hear tell that they know not from where our pirates come. Is this true?"
"I believe so, milord. The boy cannot give us away because he lacks voice."
"What? What is that idiot Barbaus doing on that ship? I'll kill—"
"Now, now, milord, no need to be violent. It is simple. We will lure them to us with our ship. It will be easy to outrun their slow merchant vessel."
"I have a much better plan."
"You do, milord?"
"Oh yes. Bring me the fastest runner you've got, and then bring a paper and pen. I've a message to send to Yallam with all speed."
"I'll get right on it, milord."
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"Stop running about, Briggs!" Chaucha pleaded. The seaman was pacing the floor frantically, searching his mind for anything, any solution, that would bring his son back. In the process he'd remained awake most of the night, tripped over the same throw rug ten times and run smack into the wall twice.
"I can't. I just can't. The pirates have Eoleo. Who knows what they're doing to him?"
"It's likely he's ransom, sir," said Colin; he and Andrew were also present in the room. "They're after you, whoever they are, and they're trying to use Eoleo and perhaps even Kraden as bait."
"He'd never go after that old man," Andrew added. "Maybe they figured that out." There was a knock on the door. Colin rose and opened it, letting Picard, Mia and Isaac in, filling them in quickly on what had just been said.
"It is like a puzzle, except that now we have most of the pieces," Picard said, nodding as though confirming something to himself. "It all begins to fit."
"Right," agreed Isaac. "They wanted Briggs in the first place, so first they lured him away with an attack on nearby Izumo. While he and Chaucha and Eoleo were in Izumo trying to help them, they came here, looking to harm his people and perhaps even take a hostage that meant something to them. So they took Kraden."
"Except they got annoyed with Kraden very quickly," Mia went on. "And when you showed up then, in the ocean with no apparent desire to bargain or parley, but instead loosed your cannons, so to speak, on all the pirates, they realized that something more was needed."
"Or perhaps they only wanted revenge for capturing one of theirs," Isaac added.
"So while you require a stay in Madra, or at least your crew members do, their ship, faster and making much better time, returns to Champa and stages another attack. Only this time they know that you have left your son behind, and they have clear plans to abduct him. And they do," Picard continued, snapping his fingers. "They have him, and you are in exactly the mood they want you in. They want you to come after him."
"But who are they?" Colin asked.
"That's what we don't know. I mean, we know that Barbaus is their captain, and they have at least one Adept on board and we've got another one they used to have. They're a vicious bunch too, though that's an assumption based on both the fight you had with them and the fact that they would permanently disable a member of their own crew simply because he spoke out in defense of his home."
"But they are also pirates," said Picard. "That means they are likely working for pay, because simply getting you, Briggs, would give them no great reward." The sleep-deprived Briggs made a rush at Picard, one fist swinging, but Picard's hand caught the fist before it even came close. "Pirates operate on the principle that there shall be no work done without pay. Simply catching you pays them nothing. Someone must be willing to pay a good sum for your deliverance to them."
"But who?" Chaucha asked. "Who could be after Briggs? We haven't raided anywhere in months!"
"I really don't know. But we mostly came here with a proposition," Mia added, and Briggs looked at her with a plea in his eyes. "We want to know if you two would like to come with us on Picard's ship, to chase those pirates down and get them once and for all. If you do, we'd leave tomorrow morning as soon as we could."
"Not today?" Briggs asked in a raspy voice.
"Come off it," Mia and Chaucha said at the same time. Both of them laughed, then Chaucha continued. "You think they'd take you anywhere with no sleep?"
"It should be today," Briggs insisted. "We have to get our son back today."
"I'm really sorry for this, Briggs," Picard said, standing and walking towards the man. He held out his hand as though to put it on the noble pirate's shoulder, but instead brought it up near his face and clapped his other hand against it, setting off the Sleep Bomb. Briggs had enough time to utter one curse, then he dropped like a stone onto his bed.
Colin, Andrew and Chaucha stared at Picard, approval and a measure of surprise on their faces. "That one, Jenna taught me," Picard said, grinning slyly. "Apparently she finds it useful to use in dealing with people who will not comply."
"Was that a Ply joke?" Mia asked after a moment.
"If I were Ivan, it could have been."
"That does remind me," Mia said, a look of thoughts turned inward appearing on her face. "Chaucha, does Champa have a library?"
"We do, but it is not large," Chaucha answered. "Up one level higher than this, and on your right side. If you find something you need," she added, "feel free to take it with you."
"Thanks." With that, the three Adepts walked out. Picard paused at the door, looking back at the expectant crewmen, and nodded. Yes, they could come too.
Much later that day, Mia found herself climbing the stairs to the topmost level of the cliffside complex part of Champa. She'd been busy in the town all day, as had every other Adept except Garet (and it wasn't his fault) and Victor, doing whatever needed to be done. Any other time, she'd relish the chance to be able to sit in a comfy chair with a good book. However, the reason she was coming up here gave her as much of a headache as her current lack of Psynergy did.
She reached the door to the library and found it already half-open. She pushed it open the rest of the way and walked in, scanning the few shelves she walked by, looking for anything she might use.
"Mia." The voice startled her, and she jumped, spinning around to find Picard sitting in a chair in his usual sideways way, with his back against one of its arms and his knees over the other one, a book in his hands. "Here. This might help us."
Walking over to him, she spotted a few other books in a small pile on the floor, and lifted one, opening it to the first page and squinting at the small writing. "How do you do it without light?" she asked Picard. "I can barely make out the words. And how did you get away from any of the work you were doing so early?"
"I finished fast," he said, putting his book on the floor, still open to the page he'd been on. "And it isn't that dark in here, Mia. Besides…I do not know if any of these books can tell us anything. We are Adepts, and the authors likely weren't; it is also unlikely that they ever had to deal with this sort of thing before."
"Did you know you spoke with an accent?" Mia asked, blinking tired eyes. Picard sighed, smiling a little.
"So I'm told." He made a mental note of the page he'd been on, just in case, and closed the book, placing it on a pile with the others. "Did you know you speak much like a distracted Jupiter Adept when you tire?"
"No, I didn't. What makes you say that?"
"Mia."
"Did you know that was my name?"
"Mia!" Mia's eyes snapped all the way open. That voice hadn't been Picard's. But whose was it? Mia hadn't nearly finished searching her tired mind when the face that the voice belonged to appeared in front of her. It still took her a moment or two to sort it out.
"Felix," she said finally, resolutely. Felix raised one eyebrow, but apparently decided to continue speaking.
"Mia, the Champans are looking high and low for you. Apparently something's happened. You've been up here all this time? You have to get back down there!" It was a mark of his own exhaustion that Felix even considered raising his voice.
"I will go," Picard said, before Mia and Felix could launch into an argument brought on by lack of energy or before Mia fell asleep on her way down some stairs. "Come on, Felix. Oh, and Mia, go to bed," he added. The other Mercury Adept looked up at him, nearly stunned. "What? Have I never said that to you before?"
"I don't recall," Mia mumbled after thinking about it for a while. Still, she stood and headed for the stairs, followed by Picard and Felix.
Jenna looked up as Mia entered the room they shared, frowning. "You're a mess," she said, as consolingly as possible. Mia didn't answer, causing Jenna to frown even more. "Are you alright?"
"Tired," was all she offered, going into the bedroom and collapsing on her bed, asleep almost instantly. Jenna shrugged, then went back to cleaning off her dagger. She looked at it, glaring almost at the darker-tinted metal, then laughing as the words associated with that dagger ran through her mind.
Sheba walked in only minutes after Mia had, pulling leaves from her hair even as she stepped through the door. "It was in a tree," she muttered angrily. "Who in their right mind would throw their packed food into a tree to keep it safe from pirates?"
Jenna opened her mouth to reply but stopped as Sheba went on. "I mean really. Any pirate even looking for food had only to climb the tree. And pirates don't go around looking for food, anyway—they just like to pillage."
"And plunder," Jenna added, lacking any other reply.
"And pilfer," said Sheba scathingly.
"And loot," Jenna put in as an afterthought, drumming her fingers of the table. "And sing all those rowdy drinking songs."
"Where'd you hear that one?"
"Read it somewhere, I guess. Listen, you'd better make sure you have everything all packed again, since we leave tomorrow morning."
"Ivan keeps most of the Psynergy items, and Mia carries the Herbs and such…and you're the one with all of those Psynergy-activated attack things. What do I have to carry, again?"
"Well, we certainly can't put Garet in charge of the food," Jenna said, grinning. Sheba laughed. "Then again, we'll be on the ship…has Isaac or Felix determined where exactly we're to go?"
"I think the plan is something along the lines of 'Hover around until we spot the pirate ship'. Who knows what'll happen when we do find it. This Barbaus will certainly be a character."
The sun had long set when Picard and Felix finally returned. Felix mumbled a goodnight and headed off to his room; Picard turned right back around and continued up the stairs, back to the library.
It was dark and quiet inside the book-filled room—Picard lit a lantern from one of the torches outside the room and walked in, closing the door most of the way behind him. As he walked, three Djinn—Spring, Shade and Gel—appeared, one on his head and one on each shoulder. He sat in the chair he had used before, only this time his feet and head were pointed the correct directions, and picked up the book he'd left under the chair's cushion.
His timing couldn't have been more of a coincidence—moments later, Isaac walked in, with a light of his own. Placing it on the table next to Picard's light, Isaac took a seat opposite the Lemurian and stared at him for a while. Finally Picard, more curious than angry or wary, lifted his eyes from the pages. "Yes?"
"What are you plotting?"
"…What?"
"You and Mia held one whole conversation and probably a few more besides, only without words, and the whole time no one but the two of you knew what in Weyard you were talking about. So what are you plotting?"
"Isaac…I do not understand. I'm not plotting a thing, and neither is Mia. Well, alright, I am plotting against the pirates, but you do more of that plotting than I've done yet."
"But you and Mia were both up here looking through some books! And if there's no plot, then what's this?" Isaac asked icily, snatching the book from Picard's hands and looking at the cover. His face, which before had held suspicion and anger, suddenly revealed only shock.
"It is a book about the people of Angara in ancient times," Picard said, gently taking it back. "I had hoped to learn more about Vale and Mount Aleph from this. Indeed, I was glad to find such a book here."
"Picard…uh…sorry, about accusing you. Maybe I'm just tired," Isaac stammered, standing and turning to go.
"Perhaps," Picard agreed. "Don't run into anything on your way downstairs," he added. "I'd hate to find you in a dark hallway on my own way."
"Right," Isaac said after he'd paused for a few seconds to sort that out. He left the library then, remembering only at the last moment to take his lantern with him. Picard sighed and shook his head.
"Suddenly things grow more complicated," the Lemurian said.
"Agreed," replied Spring, jumping down onto Picard's lap. "Are you at all sure on how you plan to do this?"
"I'm open to suggestions," he admitted.
"You could ask us for help," offered Shade from one shoulder.
"I am pretty sure it's the unanimous thing to ignore most of you. After all, you're the whole reason we are in this situation, are you not?"
"Hail did it," Gel reasoned. "Well…I think Hail did it. He's right, though, we all contributed. They've got a right to ignore us."
"You might need us for this, Picard," Spring argued. Picard caught a peculiar tone in the Djinni's voice and looked down at her. Spring and Shade had been with him first, and longest. Spring had actually hidden in Lemuria when Alchemy was sealed away, making her rather old in comparison to some of the others, though not those like Bane, Balm, Serac or Luff. Spring had also held the position of resident voice of reason for so long that it was incredibly hard for Picard not to listen to that voice.
"Out with it," Picard said, meeting Spring's gold-yellow eyes. "Something about this bothers you."
"Suppose you fail?" Spring answered without hesitation and in the most serious voice Picard had ever heard. "Suppose all you can offer are words, false hopes. This is not just some new challenge for you to try and meet, Picard. This…so much more hinges on your decision."
"That is why we have not yet decided," Picard pointed out. Spring nodded and said nothing more.
About an hour later, yawning and with the book tucked under his arm, Picard walked down the hallway to the room he'd been given to share with Felix and Isaac.
"Stupid, they are, to give Garet and Ivan one room," he mumbled before dropping into a deep, nearly dreamless sleep.
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The wind blew strong the next morning, though it was much later than they'd intended to start out, and Ivan and Sheba were the first (aside from Picard) to board the Lemurian Ship, Sheba looking very inquisitively down at the repaired Anemos Wing.
"You guys did good," she said approvingly. "It looks like nothing ever happened to it. Nice job, Ivan."
"I'll pretend, for just a little while, that your name actually means us collectively," Garet muttered in Ivan's general direction. Ivan seemed about to reply, then stopped, nodding.
Briggs and his entourage—Chaucha, Andrew and Colin—were the last to come aboard, literally charging onto the ship.
"Where to, captain?" Ivan asked Picard with a grin.
"You go down there," Picard said, pointing to the door. "You and Garet and Felix, and the Champans. Don't look at me like that—you're making a plan of attack. And take Jenna with you—she was in more of that fight than Felix was."
"Aye sir!" Jenna said, grinning maliciously and half-dragging her brother and Garet down the stairs behind her. Briggs fixed Picard with a cold stare for a few moments before finally complying and joining the rest of them in the single deck-level room.
"Now," Picard said, a genuine smile on his face and the Hover Jade held in one fist, "for the pirates." Placing his other hand on the wheel, Picard let the Psynergy of his ship channel itself through him, and the Psynergy of the Hover Jade shot through all five Adepts and into the Wings.
Slowly the ship lifted into the air. Sheba, realizing she'd been holding her breath, let it out and smiled. It had worked. The Wings were fixed, and fixed properly, and they were going to catch the pirates and see that justice was done.
Mia, feeling quite refreshed after about ten hours' worth of sleep, stood near Isaac, though they spoke of nothing—both of their minds were turned inward, thoughts focused on the task ahead rather than each other.
It is interesting to note that each of them was contemplating a different future event.
Victor stood at the stern, looking down in awe at the water ten feet below. "Yes," said Sheba, coming to stand by him. "A fall from this height would hurt terribly. But why are you thinking things like that?"
'To keep my mind from the pirates,' Victor thought glumly. 'I fear what they will do to all of you, and perhaps to me for revealing them to you.'
"Victor, a few days ago you didn't even like us! And now you'd put us before yourself. Surely we can't have changed your mind in so short a time."
'Anyone who would stand against the pirates is someone I would stand beside for all eternity. They are monsters, ruled by that tyrant, that maniac Barbaus.'
"They're people too, you know," Sheba argued. A part of her couldn't believe she was defending the people who were out to kill them all, but she did so without hesitation. "Humans, or Adepts, just like the rest of us. …If you don't mind my asking, how did you lose your voice?"
'Not like that. Not like what happens sometimes during the rainy season—your winter—when your throat gets scratchy. This…I have tried to speak, several times. Tried to do anything at all—I cannot even hum. All I'm good for is a whistle or two.'
Sheba frowned at Victor's thoughts—he sounded so sad. "Certainly your voice isn't everything. I mean…it's not like you're missing an eye, or you've gone deaf or something. You can still live just like you always have."
'I cannot,' Victor's mind argued resignedly. 'I can no longer call out to my friends, discuss things with my family, sing a few off-key notes when the spirit moves me. I cannot call my Psynergy. I have lost something too great to lose.'
Sheba was about to say something, anything, that might change his mind, but Picard's voice called a warning from the wheel. He'd spotted the ship, or Isaac or Mia had. The door to the deck room flew open and the rest of the Adepts, plus the Champans, emerged, looking quite satisfied. Briefly, Ivan laid out for Sheba and Victor exactly how it would go.
The ship landed right alongside the pirate vessel, cannon at the ready. However, none of them had calculated for the pirates launching an attack of their own—Briggs himself had said that a flying ship would provide enough shock to stop any retaliation for several minutes, at least.
A horde of pirates—where had they all come from? Felix wondered—stormed Picard's ship, some leaping the gap, some coming across on ropes they'd thrown across. The ropes had metal hooks on the ends, allowing them to be pulled tight once they'd hooked into the wooden rails.
This time, the Adepts and the Champans drew weapons. They knew now that they most definitely faced enemies, and while they'd try to avoid killing anyone, it might have to happen. None of them much liked that prospect, but neither did they like the idea of dying themselves.
"Thirteen of us," Felix whispered as the charge came on, "against over thirty or forty of them. How will we do it?"
"We're us," said Ivan, though he looked rather grim.
"That's usually been enough," added Garet. He and Ivan grinned at one another. Felix just stared; ever since they'd been left behind and had to fight the pirates themselves, they seemed to respect one another much more—they were even acting friendly.
"Right, then," said Isaac, raising the Sol Blade. The charging pirates met the Adepts and metal made that nice ringing sound.
Jenna, Mia, Ivan and Sheba, the staff-wielders, found themselves almost singled out. Jenna only growled and sent fiery heat running down the Tisiphone Edge—it was hot enough to melt any metal weapon it touched, and to burn the hands, arms and legs of many pirates besides. Mia, whose own staff was a channel for subzero cold, and who had the distinction of often having the better part of her mind thinking at right angles to a battle, even when involved in said battle, grinned and almost laughed.
Sheba, smallest and fastest of the four, simply twisted and turned to avoid the sharp cutlasses of the pirates and struck out faster than the eye could follow, knocking a handful of them in the head all at once. Ivan was doing much the same, using his height and natural agility to his advantage.
A group of pirates clustered around Isaac, leering and taunting, striking in groups of two or three. Isaac blocked them all, then gasped as he felt cold metal slide across his arm. Spinning and biting back a scream, he did likewise to the attacking pirate, stabbing the man's sword arm and leaving him useless. Scowling, he turned to the rest of the pirates and met their blades with his.
Felix, not wanting to be taken down a second time by such brigands, didn't let a group of them surround him; instead, he worked to surround them, in his own fashion. With a wave of his hand, he used his Spire Psynergy, quickly creating an opening that only one or two pirates could fit through at a time. Grinning savagely, looking at the seven or eight pirates trapped within his Spire ring, he brought a final two crashing down, sealing the men in a solid stone cage.
"Stop putting holes in my ship!" Picard called out as he passed by. Felix, free for the moment of any pressing enemies, paused to watch the Lemurian, who was engaged with two enemies at once and seemed to be mightily enjoying himself.
Indeed, Picard's style of swordfighting was one unique to Lemuria and more unique still to Picard, who'd had to adapt it to fit the traveling-the-world situation. With every strike also being a parry and every parry giving him an opening for a strike, all at a pace that would make both Jupiter Adepts lightheaded, anyone watching would think that Picard fought thus while ignoring the almost-constant sound of steel clanging against steel.
In truth, though, Picard rather liked the sound it made.
Ivan and Garet ended up fighting back-to-back, though this granted Garet many enemy swings at his head. Ivan was faster than every single one of those swings, blocking them all and usually returning a few of his own.
Chaucha wasn't fighting much, having only a short sword to work with, but the pirates were undeniably avoiding her. She wasn't sure why until she felt something wind around her ankles. She looked down, expecting to see rope or a pair of hands, but instead she saw vines. Those vines were quickly growing, and growing thorns as well—she sliced at them before they did anything too serious, but then she constantly had to outrun them.
Felix felt himself being lifted and thrown, and before he knew what was going on he slammed into the deck of the other ship, sliding along the rough wood of the pirate vessel. He felt something sticking out of the deck tear at his arm and side, but he ignored it, pushing himself up to face this newest threat.
A pirate, a few inches taller than he, with emerald-green eyes that had a devious glint to them and bright red hair barely-controlled by a three-cornered hat, stood before him, his long sword—not a cutlass, Felix noted—held out, pointing at Felix's chest.
"Get ye in the upper room or I'll run ye through," the pirate growled in a low voice. As if to make the point, his sword moved almost faster than Felix could follow and nicked the Venus Adept's cheek.
Felix dropped his Excalibur—no one else would be able to pick it up anyway—lifted his hands and turned, walking into the room backwards, never letting the pirate's face out of his sight. He felt a blast of energy then, and was shoved by some invisible force into a chair; his eyes widened as he felt ropes tie his hands and feet. The door closed and the room became completely dark.
"Do ye know who I be?" growled the pirate.
"Yes," Felix spat. "You're Barbaus."
"Ye'll call me Captain Barbaus or I'll load ye into the cannons."
"You haven't got any cannons."
"Ye want to bet me?" A dagger found its way to his throat, though Felix knew almost by instinct that Barbaus stood behind him. Mentally, Felix cursed himself. How could he have given in so easily? Why in the world did he drop his sword?
"Yer friends, they'll be lookin' for ye," Barbaus growled. "Would ye like me to deliver yer body to them or just leave it here for them to find? Or I'd throw it to yer ship but that might scare some of me crew, and I can't be having that."
"Why did you bring me here? Why throw me onto your ship?" Felix yelled. He'd never admit it, but the total darkness was getting to him. It brought memories he'd rather have forgotten into his head.
"It's simple, dear boy," hissed Barbaus. "Ye have me dagger, and I'd be giving it back if I were ye. Perhaps then I'll only take yer weapons and gold, and let ye live."
"We thought it might be yours," Felix babbled, desperate to buy himself time. "After all, it was you who threw it, and it had your initials on it. Well, your one initial. The other one, we knew that one, it stood for Barbaus…" Felix trailed off as the dagger drew a line across his neck.
"So yer for havin' me kill ye. Very well. Of course, I can't be killin' ye an' leavin' anyone else to take their revenge, that's not practical. Who shall I kill first, boy? Might I dispose of that one who leads ye, with his yellow scarf flyin'? Or perhaps ye'd have me take the other, the sailor, tall with a blue look to him."
Felix sat as impassively as possible while Barbaus went over in detail, and in an increasingly annoying hissing voice, how exactly he might orchestrate the demise of both Isaac and Picard.
"Or maybe ye're for the little red. Fiery lass, she is…almost reminds me of me daughter. Ye'd like me to kill her, wouldn't ye, Felix? Like me to take yer sister to the depths of the sea? Like to let her visit Poseidon's grave?"
Those words made Felix snap. He struggled against the ropes, but something sharp scored a line across his side, reminding him not to move. He reached inside himself instead, for something, anything to provide at least a little light—the darkness was making him mad, in increments of minutes.
"Ye'll note, young Felix, that once me dagger's drawn yer blood, yer powers be useless. For ye see, I be an Adept as well." A light came on suddenly, stinging Felix's eyes, and Barbaus circled back around to face the now-lightheaded Felix.
"I find it hard to believe that a scoundrel like you could have children," Felix spat. Barbaus grinned.
"Ye're feelin' it. Ye've been sliced one too many times by me crew or meself, and yer payin' for it. But don't ye worry—I'll make sure yer sister knows how much a coward ye were with me blade at yer heart. How ye never fought, not once, to return to her and the rest of yer friends."
Felix could barely even glare up at the pirate captain, though he managed it very well under the circumstances. Some shadowy corner of his mind brought to his attention that Jenna might well kill him for all the tears in and stains on his clothes. He laughed then, a laugh of both overwhelming sadness and the fact that it had finally come to this. Death tied to a chair on a pirate ship.
"Now, I'll be lettin' ye in on me secret, but only because ye'll die of blood loss a short bit after." With one hand, Barbaus lifted Felix's head, and with the other, he reached up and pulled off his hat.
A mass of bright red curls tumbled out, held back by a black bandanna. Striking green eyes bored into Felix and long fingernails gripped his chin tightly.
"I'm not yer average pirate after all, now am I, boy?" Barbaus asked. Felix blinked once, then his eyes closed, darkness taking him completely.
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Well? How was it? Review with comments, angry ramblings and of course, many, many questions! And prepare yourselves, especially you who are part of various fan clubs (FBM, OBHL, that long one that Shiro has with Felix in it…) for chapter six…*evil music plays*
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