Kennedy frowned as she eyed the makeshift stocks outside. “This the right place?”
“Aye, me hearty,” Drake growled, laughing at their disgusted expressions. Then he sobered. “And on that darker note, keep an eye out, boys and girls. We won’t be the only team in town.”
“We might be.” Ben sounded a little hurt.
“I’m not saying you’re crap, mate, just that there might be one or two others out there who measure up to your talents.”
They walked into an air-conditioned room, found a guide and beckoned him over. To their surprise he knew immediately what they were looking for.
“There is a small authentic museum out back,” he told them. “Tourists are usually too busy with the stocks, eye-patches and dress-up to even notice it’s there.” The man was old and grey, but virile-looking, as if he still worked out and ate well. “You folk are the third set since yesterday been asking ‘bout that ole rag. Not unheard of, but unusual.”
“Third set in two days?” Ben shook his head. “I must be losing it.”
Drake immediately eyed Kinimaka. The Hawaiian caught on straight away and fell back to scout the surrounds. Who was to say one of the sets hadn’t left a welcoming committee?
“Anyway, it’s over here,” the old man said as he wandered through a pink door with rickety hinges and pointed at an open display case, one of half a dozen in the tiny room. “Thing’s chained down, o’ course. Trust ain’t one of the museum’s strong points.”
Hayden led the way, striding over to the display case without heed or evaluation. Drake followed a few steps behind, giving Kennedy the same stare as Kinimaka and making sure she understood to check their perimeter.
When he reached the display case he wasn’t all that impressed.
A tatty old rag lay before them. Nothing but yellowed and blackened paper, scrawled over in faint spider patterns, the ink worn and washed away.
“That it?” Ben voiced everyone’s thoughts.
Hayden reached out to flick the pages. Ben said the obligatory: “Careful.” With a few practiced movements she had found the passage they were looking for. Drake took a moment to appraise the room. Kennedy was at the door. The cabinets all around them were dull and dusty, suffering from neglect. The shelves were bowed and creaked every time someone moved. The single row of windows, high up, held a layer of dirt so thick even the Bahaman sun failed to penetrate.
Kennedy nodded that she was satisfied with their perimeter.
Hayden leaned forward to study the writing. “Edward Teach brought forth two boxes, one of shiny and magnificent lustre and one of cheap design. But when joined, imagination would struggle to conjure a more Hell-like image. The very ground did begin to swell and shake and with mine own eyes I did see some folk vanish as if they had never existed.” She looked at Ben and Drake. “That’s just the first page,” she read a few passages to herself. “It seems Blackbeard brought the device to their meeting and demonstrated its power to prove his superiority. Calico Jack invited Blackbeard back to his-” Hayden squinted. “Abode? Does that say abode?”
Ben nudged her aside, eager to get a look. Drake grinned. “Yes,” his young friend said. “They retired to Calico Jack’s abode and, luckily, our scribe went with them.”
Hayden pushed her way back in. “The air between the two Pyrates was charged with a fearful tension. Blackbeard himself set off the fuses beneath his hat, making them fairly crackle and fizz. Jack took great mirth in this, miming the terror and quick flight of his enemies. Blackbeard, his face barely apparent through his magnificent growth, explained to Jack how he was feared there and that a battle was coming. A battle he could not ignore.”
“Interesting,” Ben nudged again. “My turn.”
Hayden suffered him to lean in. Ben refused to speak Pyrate, instead first digesting the text and then reciting it his own way. “Blackbeard arrived at this meeting with Calico Jack hotly pursued by two men-of-war. Now, Teach didn’t back down from a fight so he fully intended to take them on, but he wanted Calico Jack to look after the device until he returned.” Ben paused. “Now that’s one trusting pirate.”
“And the reason he demonstrated his power,” Drake said. “Best guess — there’s a way to make it work that only Blackbeard knew.”
“And don’t forget Blackbeard’s Claw,” Kennedy shouted. “Dude sounds like some serious backup.”
“So that would make me-” Ben raised a dreamy face, “Drake’s Claw.”
Hayden pushed him away. “Our Heroe, Captain Teach, the man who scared America more than any other, did charge Calico Jack with the safekeep of his fearsome Storm Maker, and promised to heap gold cups and barrels of wine and many other treasures upon him, but did leave a dire warning-”
“That Calico Jack would vanish from this Earth, leaving no trace of him ever living, if he dared to double-cross Edward Teach,” Ben finished with a flourish.
Drake thought about that. “Nasty threat to say the least. I would imagine a pirate like Calico Jack would take heed, bearing in mind the reward of course.”
Through the open door, voices drifted. Drake turned to Kennedy. The New Yorker shook her head, miming: “Tourists.”
“He did,” Ben was reading rapidly now, “Ole Blackbeard went off to fight his battle. The scribe says Jack sent the pieces of the device home for security and pretty much went on with his pirating ways. That was until he was hanged, of course, not long after, in 1720.”
Drake frowned at them both. “Is that it?”
Ben pulled a face. “Yeah.”
“So the story might continue from Jack’s home, or from when Blackbeard returned,” Hayden said, stepping down from the dais that surrounded the cabinet. “We don’t know of anything on the Blackbeard side,” she said looking up at Ben. “In your research did you read anything about Calico owning land? I know several of these pirates were landowners or had wealthy families.”
Ben thought back. “Not much was known about Calico — or Jack Rackham — before he became a pirate. Seems you have to be notorious to be famous. I think he was born in Jamaica, though English.” Ben blinked and snapped his fingers. “But yes, of course, Anne Bonney was his wife. She became pregnant by him.”
Drake saw where he was going. “And what happened between them?”
“Gimme a break, crusty. I can’t remember.” The young lads’ eyes gleamed. “Take me to a computer.”
Hayden received a call and headed towards the exit. Drake shrugged at Ben and followed. Outside they met up with Kinimaka and waited on the sun-blasted corner whilst the CIA agent finished.
It didn’t take long. With a jab of frustration she turned to them. “Still not one single shred of information leading to the Blood King. The guy’s harder to find than a damn ghost.” She took a moment to breathe. “Ed Boudreau however, is extremely well known. High on the watch lists, even higher on the wanted lists. The world and its dog wanna hump this guy’s leg all the way to jail.”
“Mercenary? Ex-military?” Drake guessed.
“Most of them are as you know. Boudreau appears to have one extra thing going for him though — his connections. For some reason he has his claws into some very powerful organisations.”
Drake’s own phone sang out an old Dinorock number, specially selected for Ben. School’s Out by Alice Cooper.