Then I heard bare feet on the deck behind me, and the silver sound of tiny ankle bells. “I like it when you don’t try to sneak up on me.”
“I know,” Kash said, coming to stand beside me. “You’re up late.”
“It’s my watch.”
“Ah, well, then you won’t mind if I borrow your hammock?” He held up the bundled canvas and raised an eyebrow.
I had a room, of course, belowdecks; we all did. There was plenty of room on the Temptation that on any other ship would be taken up by a larger crew, or a motor, or any number of things in any number of eras. Still, I preferred to sleep on deck on nice nights. My room was too empty to lend itself to easy dreams. This was in sharp contrast to the rest of the crew, who filled their rooms to bursting with relics or reminders of their lives before they’d come aboard: locks of hair and curved bull horns, baskets, bells, begging bowls. I hadn’t really had a life to bring with me.
We strung the hammock between the mast and the rail. Kashmir bowed graciously. “After you?” He waited till I’d settled in, cross-legged, before climbing in to sit facing me. The hammock barely swung; he was a natural acrobat. The Englishman in Calcutta had never stood a chance of catching him.
He must have seen it in my face—the admiration—and he put his hands behind his head, feigning a stretch, giving me a smug look. I rolled my eyes. “You’re blocking the view.”
“I am the view, amira,” he said, framing himself with his hands—his crisp linen shirt, his careless hair—then laughed. After a moment, though, his humor faded a bit, as did mine. “I’m sorry you’ll miss your talk about Armenia.”
“Well, thanks to you, I did have a chance to learn something interesting.” I pulled a newspaper clipping out of my pocket, an article from the paper he’d stolen for me. “ISLAND UN-DISCOVERED. Sandy Island . . . a little dot we have on an 1850s whaling map of Australia. Up until the other day, you could see it on Google maps too, but it didn’t come up on satellite view. A bunch of scientists tried to visit and they couldn’t find it, so Google erased it.”
He frowned. “What happened to it?”
“It might have been an atoll, finally covered by the sea. Or maybe it was a myth in someone’s cosmology. Either way, it’s gone now.”
“Ah, well. Nothing lasts forever.”
I kicked him, making the hammock sway. “That’s very glib. We have shelves full of maps of places that only used to exist. Everything unique is vanishing.”
“The age of exploration is long over, amira. Now it’s the age of globalization. And once everyone agrees something is one way, all the other ways it could have been disappear.”
I folded the slip of paper back into a neat little square, the ink smudging my fingers. “I wish we didn’t all have to agree.”
“We don’t. You yourself are very disagreeable,” he said, still grinning. “Don’t worry, I still love you. Which reminds me—” He reached into his shirt pocket and drew out a slender silver chain upon which dangled a black pearl set like a bud between two leaves of filigreed silver. He held it up before my eyes like a hypnotist’s pendulum.
“Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes. Did you think your only gift from me would be a secondhand newspaper?”
“It’s not like you paid for either of them.”
“How do you know? I had all that money from the captain.”
“Because I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“Doesn’t that depend on the map?” I rolled my eyes, and he laughed. “Come, amira! Yesterday you were glad I was a thief.”
I folded my arms. “I know, but still.”
“A compelling retort. Then again, if I weren’t a thief, we’d never have met.”
“Good point,” I said, finally smiling. “Although maybe more for my side than yours.”
Kashmir had come running to the Temptation, a skinny stowaway from a fantastical city in the Vaadi Al-Maas where snakes the size of the mainmast slithered through a carpet of diamonds the size of plums. I’d been on watch the night he’d clambered aboard and pressed behind the bulwark; he’d only had enough time to meet my eyes and put his finger to his lips before a troop of guards came trotting down the street in stiff formation, their shamshir glinting in the light of the sickle-shaped moon. When the captain of the guard glanced my way, I pointed down the street.
I should have guessed Kashmir would become a nuisance. And a bad influence. But most importantly, a friend.