“Do not risk a disturbance,” Hunter said firmly.
8
Rita finished her herbal tea, glancing about for both Roland and Hunter’s team. Since every sight was new and exciting to her, the time passed quickly. She wondered if Roland had survived his duel, or whatever he had gone to do. Then she also wondered if he had just wanted an excuse to leave her, but that didn’t make sense. If he had tired of her company, he could have simply stayed away that morning.
When Roland came striding back down the street, he was smiling as cheerfully as ever.
“Finished, sweet lady?”
“Just finished. Dm, how was your…business?”
“Easy, Rita. No problem at all.”
“Well, that’s good.” She decided she had better not ask what he had really been doing. A buccaneer wouldn’t like a stranger prying.
“And now, will you accompany me for a walk along the docks? In the salt spray and morning sunshine?”
“I’ve seen the docks,” she said, thinking to herself that Hunter might still be looking for her there. “How about showing me the rest of the town?”
He smiled engagingly. “That, too, can be done. But for now, will you indulge me?”
“Sure.” She followed him, reflecting that Hunter would probably catch up to her sooner or later, anyway. Besides, maybe he was focused on finding MC 2 and wouldn’t worry about her until later.
Hunter, still listening on his internal receiver to Steve’s quiet chatter, led Jane quickly down the waterfront, scanning the booths. She hurried to keep up with his long strides. The area was crowded.
“I see you, Steve,” Hunter radioed. “Look back over your left shoulder.”
Up ahead, Steve did so and saw Hunter. He didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry. Steve stopped and waited for Hunter and Jane to catch up. Then he just shook his head.
“Sorry, Hunter,” Steve said. “I didn’t dare get too close. Then I lost him in the crowd.”
“What was he doing?” Jane asked.
“Just browsing in the booths and shops. Killing time, it seemed to me.”
“We will keep moving,” said Hunter. “Now that we are together, we can apprehend him if necessary. I will be present to see that the First Law is not violated.”
“Finding him in this crowd will be tough,” said Jane. “Now it’s almost as dense as it was last night.”
Hunter nodded and once again led the way.
Rita found the waterfront much more exciting on her second visit. In the daylight, she breathed in the salt air deeply and saw the sea gulls circling and diving over the water. Best of all, though, were the tall-masted ships anchored out in the bay. Those ships, even more than the buccaneers themselves, truly represented the era.
“A pretty sight, is it not?” Roland nodded toward the crowd of ships.
“Fascinating.”
“I hear there is a merchantman out there of two hundred eighty tons that can take you back to Old England in four weeks.” He grinned. “Not that I have any wish to go back, but it takes a fine ship to do that.”
“A month.” Rita suppressed a smile, thinking of how the supersonic planes of her own time could make the jump between lunch and dinner on the same day.
“The mere wink of an eye,” said Roland. “Do you like ships, then?”
“They’re beautiful,” said Rita.
“You must have traveled by ship? That is, unless you were born and raised on Jamaica.”
“Uh-no, I’m not from Jamaica. But I don’t really know ships.”
“Let me help you. You see the biggest ones out there? Only two or three are in sight.”
“The three-masted square-riggers.” Again, Rita fought down a smile. From her book learning, she knew more about the ships of the era than Roland ever would. On the other hand, he had actually sailed them; she had never even seen a real one before.
“That’s right.” He pointed to one. “Those are the finest flagships of a buccaneer fleet. Each one is big enough to slug it out with even a naval frigate. They can also handle a long sea voyage.”
Rita pointed to some smaller ships that were also three-masted and square-rigged. “What are those, then? They look similar.” Of course, she knew very well what they were, but she wanted to keep him talking. Once he had explained the ships, she would no longer have to feign ignorance.
“Merchant ships, including the one I told you about a moment ago.” He winked at her. “Some are here trading legally. Others were, shall we say, brought here by those of us under the governor’s commission.”
“What do you call the bigger of the two-masted ships?” She pointed to one of them.
“Those are brigantines, fine and reliable workhorses. They can take different sails, too, at different times, to suit different conditions.”
“What about the little ones?”
“Ah! My personal favorites, those. The smaller two-masted ships are schooners, perfect in these waters for their speed and shallow draft. The smallest of all are single-masted sloops, the fastest ships on the water.”
“Why are there so many ships in the harbor? Is that normal?” She didn’t think it was, but of course the exact number would be changing day by day.
“Normal, is it?” Roland shrugged. “Ships come and go all the time.”
“Have you sailed on some of these?” Rita winked back at him, smiling. “Maybe on the governor’s commission and maybe without it?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Aye, that I have. A fine brigantine out there is captained by a man named Quinn. The Hungry Hawk is her name. I’ve sailed with Captain Quinn a number of times. When he needs a crew, I usually hear about it.”
“Do you always go?”
“If the mood strikes me, aye. I’m not bound to him. But he has a keen eye on the open sea. A man can make a profit with a good captain.”
“Roland!”
At the sound of a man’s voice, they both turned. A big, brawny man with a brown beard, wearing tattered knee breeches and nothing else, hurried toward them. He gave Rita a suspicious glance and she turned away to look at the ships again. She was still listening carefully, but she felt she had a better chance of overhearing something interesting if the two buccaneers thought she was distracted.
“What is it, Ned?” Roland glanced at Rita, lowering his voice. “No need to attract attention.”
“Aye, well.” He spoke lower, but Rita could still hear him. “I think we found him. That little fellow you were looking for. Want to see him?”
“That I do. Where is he?”
“Baldy Jim has him in a shed. You know the one?”
“I know it.” Roland drew a coin out of his pocket and pressed it into Ned’s large hand. “We’ll meet you there in a bit. Go back and make certain Baldy doesn’t lose him, all right?”
Ned nodded and rushed away.
Roland turned and studied Rita’s face.
What she had heard sounded like a kidnapping to her. She gave him an expression that she hoped was guileless. “Do you have more business to take care of?”
“Happens that I do,” said Roland. “It won’t be dangerous this time, though. Care to come along?”
“Sure!” Rita was surprised. She had expected him to tell her it was buccaneer business. “I’d love to.”
“All right, then. This way.”
As they walked, though, she felt that he was a little more subdued. Apparently something was on his mind. He was still pleasant and still smiling, but he didn’t point out any more sights.
They walked briskly up the waterfront after Ned. Soon they had left behind the piers and booths and reached a shipyard. There lumber, pitch, canvas, and hemp were stored with other items that ships needed to be outfitted and repaired.
Fewer people were around, but those Rita could see were all working on something. Roland nodded briefly to a couple of them who glanced up. He led her through a maze of the shipbuilding materials and broken, discarded refuse.
Roland walked up to a storage shed, kicking aside some old bits of rope. The shed was made of unfinished wood that was warped from the humidity and tropical sunlight. He rapped twice on the door.
The door opened and Ned stuck his head out. Then he pushed the door open wider, looking at Rita in surprise. He said nothing, though, and Roland held the door open for Rita.