The first point annoyed me because it presupposed we weren't good enough to kill any of them. The second part did not appeal to a man who could not swim, and now had no horse to do it for him. The third point depressed that same man because she made perfect sense: Del and I couldn't sail this ship. And unless we killed every man aboard once we killed their captain, we wouldn't even get a chance to try to sail this ship.
An idea bloomed. I very carefully did not look at Del.
The woman saw me not looking, saw Del not looking back, and laughed. "That is why he is chained up," she said, grinning broadly, "in a locked cabin."
Del and I now exchanged looks, since it didn't matter. So much for the captain of our former ship, who likely could tell us how to sail our present one. If we killed everyone else first, starting with this captain and her colorful first mate.
"You can try to get him out, I suppose," the woman said musingly, "but we would immediately kill him, which would undoubtedly upset him, and then where would you be?"
"Where are we?" I asked, irritated. She wasn't taking any of this seriously.
"Oh, about five days' sail from Skandi," she answered, "and a lot more than that from wherever you came from." True. "Now, to business: Who in this world would pay coin to keep your hides whole?"
Promptly, Del and I pointed at one another.
"No, no," the woman declared crossly, "that is unacceptable. You cannot pay her ransom"-this was to me-"because you have nothing at all to pay with; and she cannot pay your ransom"-a glance at Del-"because she does not either." She arched coppery brows and indicated the ocean beyond the rail. "So, shall I have you heaved over the side?"
"How about not?" I countered, comprehending a distinct preference for staying put on deck.
"Why not?" The woman affected melodramatic puzzlement. "You have no coin, you have no one but one another to buy your hides, and you are no use to anyone at all as sailors." She paused. "What would you do with you?"
The tattooed sailor grunted. "Shall I tell you, captain?"
"How's your ankle?" I asked pointedly.
"How is your jaw?" he asked back.
"Boys," Del muttered in deep disgust, which elicited a delighted grin from the-female-captain.
"No, I want them to tell me." She rode the deck easily as the boat skimmed wind-ruffled waves, thick tail of hair whipping down across one delicate shoulder. "If they can."
"I'm sure I can think of something," I offered. "Eventually."
"Well, when you do, come back and see me." The woman flapped an eloquent hand. "Now, run along and play."
FOUR
I SETTLED ON fat coilings of heavy rope and looked at Del, who stood at the stem of the ship with her back to the rail. Wind whipped her hair into a shrouding tangle until she caught and braided it, then stuffed the plait beneath the neckline of her tunic.
We consulted quietly, but with precision. "So, what do we know, bascha?"
"There are eight men, and one woman."
All eight men and the woman were busy sailing the boat through roughening waters and a potential storm, judging by the look of the sky; we'd made certain before taking up our present positions no one was close enough to hear. "And three prisoners."
"One of whom could sail this ship, but is chained and locked into a cabin." She paused. "While the other two are seemingly without recourse."
"Seemingly, yes. For the moment." I considered the odds. "Eight men, one woman. Nine swords we know about, probably more; double the number of knives and assorted stickers, I'd bet."
"And any number of things with which to bash us over the head," Del added.
"Yes, but those items are just as available to us." I patted the top coil of rope, thinking of chains and hooks and lengths of wood. "We can improvise almost anything."
She crossed her arms, swaying elegantly with the motion of the ship. "An option," she agreed, though she did not sound convinced. "And?"
"And …" I tongued the inside of my cheek where the splinter had pierced it. "Men are frequently taken by you, my Northern bascha. If the captain were male-"
"She isn't."
"No, but-"
"She also isn't so stupid as to be taken in by false advances."
"How do you know?"
"A woman who captains her own ship-and a crew of eight males-is likely immune to such blandishments as a man might devise, who hopes to win her favor merely to serve himself." Del caught her balance against the rail. "She is a killer, Tiger. She would not have survived to captain a ship-and this crew of eight males-if she lacked wisdom or ability."
"But she might be taken unawares," I countered, "with just the right man. Command gets lonely after awhile."
"She might," Del conceded eventually, "and you do have a full complement of what some women call charm-"
"You certainly seem to."
"-so it's likely worth a try."
I contemplated her expression. Inscrutable. "Well?"
Del's mouth twisted briefly. "I saw you looking at her. I think you would not be opposed to undertaking this option."
I opened my mouth, shut it. Began again. "If she were ugly, she wouldn't believe it."
"An attractive woman is more accustomed to such things, and therefore is prepared for unwanted advances. And defeats them."
I knew a little about that myself. "But if the woman carries a sword, knife, and whatever else she might have hidden on that body, a lot of men wouldn't consider making any advances at all." Not if he wanted to keep his gehetties.
"Which means it is left to the woman," Del said. "As it was left to me."
I jerked upright. "What?"
"It was."
Bruises, stiff muscles, and various scrapes protested my too-hasty motion. "Gods of valhail, woman, you were cold as a Northern lake when we met!"
"When we met, I wanted only a guide."
"That's what I mean. Ice cold. That was you."
"Arrogant," she said. "A braggart. A man who believed women belonged only in his bed."
I relaxed again, leaned against elbows propped on rope and stretched out reef-scoured legs. "All I ever claimed was to be the best sword-dancer in the South. Being honest isn't arrogant, and mentioning it from time to time serves a purpose in the right company. As for believing women belong only in my bed, well …" I cleared my throat. "I think it's fair to say there are indeed times when a woman in my bed is a worthwhile, um, goal." I waggled eyebrows at her suggestively. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Which is why it was I who had to convince you to get into mine."
"You did not –"
"Oh, you put on a good show, all that bragging you did about being the infamous Sandtiger, feared by men and beloved by women-"
"Hey!"
"-but when it came right down to it, when it came to the doing, you were reluctant."
"Was not."
"Were so."
I considered mentioning ten or twenty names I could rattle off without stopping to think about it, just from the year before Del showed up, but decided even as I opened my mouth that names of women were not truly the issue, and if I named them, I might get myself in trouble. "If I was reluctant-and that's not an admission I was, mind you-it was because you'd been very clear about wanting only a guide." I sniffed. "For a woman who rarely explains anything, you were definitely clear on that point."