“Aye, Master Chief!” Roseler said, his voice cracking. And people said I sounded like a girl.
“Corrected for position and depth?”
“Aye, Master Chief! I’ve got the math right here—”
“I can’t read your damn chicken scratches.” The COB waved the clipboard away and checked his wristwatch. “Rendezvous in twenty seconds. Make sure you’re doing it right.”
Roseler looked like he might cry. “M-maybe you’d like to do it yourself, Master Chief?”
“Do I look like a motherfucking magician?” the COB roared into Roseler’s face. Their noses couldn’t have been more than half an inch apart. “Now incant that fucking spell so we can receive our goddamn visitor!”
“Aye, Master Chief!” Roseler buried his face in the clipboard. I made a fist, ready to give him a kidney-punch if I heard the slightest mispronunciation. I didn’t want to be within a hundred yards of the Bowfin if anything went wrong on the receiving end of this teleport.
“Five seconds, sailor!” the COB shouted.
“Aye, Master Chief!” Roseler began making unnatural noises. “Hagitaa, moro-ven-schaa, inlum’taa…”
Both pentagrams pulsed blue and white. Roseler finished the incantation, only going a little flat on the last syllable, and a pillar of light flashed into being between the two circles. A moment later, the light faded, and an officer stood inside the pentagram, carrying a large suitcase and wearing a… skirt?
“Permission to come aboard, Master Chief,” the woman said.
She looked to be about my mother’s age. Unlike my mother, she wore lieutenant’s bars and the most perfect makeup I’d ever seen. But the expression on her face and the fact that she’d just teleported nearly seven thousand miles onto a submerged attack boat in the South Pacific told me she wasn’t here to entertain anyone. Her nametag read: MARKEY.
“Permission granted, ma’am,” the COB said without missing a beat. I guess you don’t get to be a Master Chief by balking at the unexpected. “Sorry the captain couldn’t be here to greet you himself. We’re playing hide and seek with the Japs.”
As if on cue, the entire boat groaned and rolled to starboard. I was impressed that the lieutenant kept her balance in those heels.
The COB shoved Roseler and me back. “If you’ll follow me, ma’am?”
Markey looked at the pentagrams. “You’re not going to clean this up?”
“These two can handle—”
“You secure those surfaces, Master Chief,” Markey snapped. She looked straight at me. “You. What’s your name?”
I blinked, surprised that she would address me directly. “Uh, Hatcher, ma’am.”
Markey nodded. “Seaman Hatcher can escort me to see the captain.”
“A kraken?” Captain Channing glared at Lieutenant Markey. “Is this a joke?”
Everyone else in the control room, myself included, was doing their best to listen in without looking like they were eavesdropping. Markey had handed over an official envelope from COMSUBPAC, and the captain and XO had verified the code sigils with their authorization amulets before unsealing the Bowfin’s new orders.
“No joke, Captain,” Markey said.
“We’re at war, and some egghead in OP-20-G wants us to go hunting for a sea monster?” The captain turned over the paper in his hand as if looking for something more on the back. “What makes you think this creature even exists?”
“The Japanese are very chatty,” Markey said. “They don’t know we’ve broken their codes, and they talk about all kinds of things over the wireless. Lately they’ve been diverting their ships away from the western side of Kyushu Island, to avoid disturbing something they call nemuru kaiju — a ‘sleeping beast.’ Surely you’ve noticed the changes in your patrol routes.”
“Yeah, we noticed,” the captain said. “But maybe they do know you’ve cracked their codes and this is a trap. We’ve been doing a lot of damage to their merchant fleet. They must be looking for ways to kill more of our subs.”
“I’m not here for a conference, Captain,” Markey said. “You have your orders.”
“I’ve got a question,” the XO said.
Markey looked up at him. “Yes?”
“Let’s suppose this kraken is real,” the XO drawled, “and as powerful as you say it is. How come the Japs haven’t already woken it up and sicced it on us?”
“The people of Japan live on a collection of small islands surrounded by the entire Pacific Ocean,” Markey said. “Most of their mythology tells of how dangerous the sea and its inhabitants can be. They live with that danger every day. The Japanese aren’t going to risk waking the monsters under their bed.” She turned back to the captain. “But we can.”
“Okay, fine,” the captain said. “If the Japs are busy fighting off this kraken, they’re not making war on us. Good plan. But we have to find the damn thing first.”
Markey smiled. “That’s why I’m here, Captain.”
Lieutenant Markey insisted on using the head right after leaving the control room. I didn’t understand why she would need to piss when it had been only minutes since she’d left the comfort of Main Navy. There was no privacy door for the toilet, so I stood in front of Markey with my back turned while she squatted. My body also blocked the sound of her voice when she spoke.
“So how long have you been using that glamour, Miss Hatcher?”
My stomach leapt into my throat and my heart rate must have tripled. I was glad she couldn’t see my face. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Please. I know a conjured disguise when I see one. Can I give you some advice?”
My fear soured to irritation. “Can I stop you, ma’am?”
“You need better scent concealment,” Markey said. “I’m guessing that’s a fake bandage on your hand, to explain the smell of blood, right? But that trick won’t work every month. And you don’t want to get a reputation for being clumsy.”
My hands were both behind my back, at parade rest, and I fidgeted with my bandaged left palm. “Do you have a suggestion, ma’am? Other than dousing myself with cheap cologne?”
“Yes.” Markey stood and flushed. “But we should talk in private.”
The COB wasn’t happy about giving up his quarters for our visitor, but the captain refused to have a woman sharing rack space with a bunch of sailors. I wondered what he would do if he ever found out the truth about me.
Markey interrupted the COB as he and I were preparing to carry his personal effects to a temporary bunk. “Excuse me, Master Chief. I’d like to speak to Seaman Hatcher alone.”
I winced. The COB looked from Markey to me and back again, his eyes wide. I had no doubt I’d get a good yelling-at later. “Of course, ma’am.” He glared at me. “You know where to find me, Seaman.”
“Aye, COB,” I said. He shut the door behind him.
I turned back to Markey, who was already making herself comfortable on the COB’s bed. She kicked off her shoes and rubbed the soles of her feet.
“With all due respect, ma’am,” I said, “I’m trying to not call attention to myself here—”
“Relax,” Markey said. “I’m just a crazy dame from Washington. They won’t suspect anything. Now.”
She reached into her wavy hair and pulled out a bobby pin. Then she twisted the metal — it looked like copper — until it became an impossible shape, and even I could see the energy rippling off its surface like a heat mirage.
“You’re using a visual glamour,” she said. “This will extend the illusion to mask odors. Just keep it in contact with your skin at all times.”