Vengeance of the Pirate Queen

“Stab wound,” I answer.

His large hands hover over the belt, but he dares not touch me. “How bad is it?”

“Goes in one side and comes out the other.”

“And you’re still fighting?”

“I’m not dead yet.”

“Of all the stubborn—” He adjusts the belt, cinching it tight over the wound once more and ignoring my scream of pain. Kearan hauls me into his arms, and I gasp as the wound is jostled again. “Iskirra! Captain down! Iskirra!”

His voice has turned desperate, haunted. I don’t like the sound of it.

“I’m okay. We just need to get the anchor up and then we can flee. We can still make it. Put all our efforts into getting the ship running again.”

“Save your breath,” he says to me as he takes the stairs at a near run.

“Just help me stand. I can keep going.”

He glares at me. Glares. Like I’ve said something incredibly stupid. “You’ve given enough. Now let your crew take care of you.”

“I’m the captain, and I order you to put me down.”

“You’re injured, Captain. That means I take orders from Dimella now. Iskirra!”

“Enemy behind us!” comes a shout from a little voice high up in the crow’s nest. Roslyn has clearly taken the liberty of keeping a lookout for us.

Kearan turns toward the stern with me in his arms. There’s a churning in the water now, as though the undead are gathering together, and they’re moving closer.

“Get the ship moving again!” I try to shout, but the words don’t come out as strongly as I intend. “He’s coming.”

Kearan swears.

More than half the crew has gone below to help fight against the dead, yet—“Why is it taking so long?” I say, more to myself than anyone else.

Dimella must hear Roslyn’s call, because she races up top to get a look at the oncoming enemy for herself. She sees Kearan holding me.

“Captain down,” he says to her. “You’re in charge now, and we need a healer immediately.”

“I can still captain this ship,” I argue.

“You can’t even stand,” he bites back.

“Because you won’t put me down!” I want to stick him with a knife, but I haven’t the energy to reach for one right now.

“I’ll get Iskirra,” Dimella says, returning to the hatch.

“Find out what the holdup is!” I shout after her.

Kearan looks about the ship desperately, as though the next course of action will come to him if he can just find it. All around us are the terrified faces of the Drifta civilians. Members of my crew are dispersed between them, watching the water, waiting for the fight approaching. Captain Warran remains at the helm, ready for the moment we get the anchor up again.

“You could put me down and help everyone below,” I suggest.

“That’s not going to happen. There’s too many people down there as it is.”

He finds the nearest crate and perches atop it, keeping me close. Now that he’s not holding so much of my weight, he uses one hand to cup the side of my face.

“Don’t be scared. You’re going to be okay,” he says.

“Dying isn’t so scary. It’s living that’s hard.”

“But you’re going to do it. You’re too tough to die.”

I look up into his face, and only then do I see the fear in his eyes. I’m not the one who is most scared right now.

I place a hand against the one he has pressed to my face. “Don’t be afraid.”

“But I am. I haven’t had enough time with you. You can’t go yet.”

“Will you promise me something?” I don’t think the end is too far off for me. My wound doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

“Anything.”

“When—if I die, don’t turn back to the bottle. You can’t—”

He moves his thumb to cover my lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I don’t want to forget a single moment that I shared with you. Not your smiles or your viciousness or that deadly aim you possess with those knives. But that doesn’t matter because you’re not going anywhere.”

“Just remember,” I say. “You’re too good to throw your life away by not really living it. I’m sorry it took me so long to see it. I’m sorry I pushed you away again and again. I’m sorry we didn’t have any time to really be together.”

“We were together in the ways that mattered,” he counters.

“Fighting?”

“Fighting. Talking. Working together. That’s all I ever wanted. Just to be near you.”

A tear slides out the side of my eye and catches in my hair. “Would you do something for me?”

“What is it?”

“Kiss me.”

Kearan swallows, and his eyes tilt down toward my mouth. “This isn’t the right moment. Not now when you’re hurt.”

“It might be the only moment.” He still hesitates.

“If I had the strength, I would reach up and initiate it, assuming you want—”

“I want,” he growls, the two words forming a complete sentence of their own. He leans down and presses his lips to mine.

I learn then that there is a difference between physical heat and the electricity of being touched by someone you care for. While I can’t feel the former, I can certainly feel the latter. My skin tingles at all the places we are connected, and while I cannot forget the horrible numbness of my limbs, it is nice to have something else to focus on.

The soft scratchiness of his beard against my cheeks. The texture of his lips placed so gently over mine. The way his thumb moves up and down my neck while he still cradles my face with one hand.

I never would have guessed such a precious moment in time would be possible for me. My tears come more quickly now, because I realize that one moment is not enough. I need more. I need a lifetime of moments like this.

Moments with him.

A shout has Kearan drawing his head back. We look over in time to see Enwen and Taydyn hauling one of the undead up the stairs. It’s moving like a beached fish while Enwen holds the arms and Taydyn grasps the legs. It takes some maneuvering, but they finally get the body thrown over the side of the ship.

“What’s that about?” Kearan asks them.

“They’re not staying dead,” Enwen says. “Rendering the muscles useless isn’t working anymore. Their very bones are being moved for them. We can’t clear them out of the room with the capstan. Miss Dimella says to toss them over and keep watch so they don’t reboard.”

They both disappear back below. Another two men come up top carrying another wriggling undead.

“They’re not staying dead?” I repeat aloud. “But that would mean—”

“He’s been playing with us this whole time,” Kearan says. “Making us feel like we had hope and a sense of control. But we can’t render his armies useless. It’s never been possible.”

And that’s why all those skeletons were encased in ice. All he needs are bones.

“You need to go help them,” I say. “He’s getting too close. Please. Just set me down.”