“Calm yourself, Bok,” Karista said, her voice sweet as honey. “Captain Vardan is right again. The crew has endured many perils just to reach this point. They deserve to know the goal for which we’ve risked so much.”
As she spoke, the fierce winds died away as if on command. Karista nodded at the fortunate coincidence and mounted the short stairway to the ship’s bridge. She stood above the crew, one hand gripping the rail, and raised her other hand high. Bok took up a protective position at the bottom of the stairs, shielding his mistress from the crew.
Sparks flashed from Karista’s fingertips. She concentrated. Her steely eyes narrowed and sweat beaded on her brow. The sparks coalesced into a small ball of purplish light.
The crew regarded the unusual magical display with a mixture of skepticism and nervousness.
“What’s she up to?” Trip whispered to Mik.
“I’m not sure,” Mik replied, keeping a careful eye on the witch.
Trip nodded and whispered, “I’ll figure out an escape route, just in case.”
“Behold!” Karista said, and a flickering image of an archipelago with tall mountains appeared hovering above her hand. “This is our destination-the Dragon Isles.”
A murmur of disbelief ran through the crew.
“The Dragon Isles are mere legend,” the scar-faced man, Pamak, muttered.
“Not legend,” Karista replied, “but a dream beyond the wealth of avarice.” She blinked and the image flickered again, like a candle struggling in the breeze-though the storm’s winds had died away. “This dream is within our grasp. This is why I have led you here-to the middle of the ocean.”
“Even if the legend were true,” the lanky woman, Marlian, said, “how are we to find the isles? Only good dragons are supposedly allowed there-and the good dragons have left Krynn, haven’t they?”
“Oh yes, good dragons are there,” Karista replied with a smile. She gasped, and the image of the island sputtered out She leaned heavily against the rail and gazed over the assembled crew. “But in my cabin, under magical lock and key, is a scroll that I have obtained, which will lead us to the isles.”
“Prove it!” Marlian called up to her.
Karista threw her head back and laughed. Gem-like rivulets splashed from her long, wavy hair. “Patience!” she cried exultantly. “You’ll have your proof when I am good and ready.”
“How do we know this isn’t some witch’s trick?” Pamak said.
A wizened sailor standing apart from the mutineers cleared his throat. His name was Poul and he was the oldest member of Kingfisher’s crew. His ancient bones could be seen clearly through his leathery skin. The rain had matted his thin white hair onto his head, and his face looked like a skull. His eyes, though, shown bright and green-like the eyes of a youth first put out to sea.
“I seen the Dragon Isles once,” he said in a low voice, “when I was a young man. Beautiful, they was, like gems on the blue horizon. It was almost like you could stick out your hand and grab ’em-but they was always just out of reach. Back then, my captain said they was cursed.”
“Aha!” Pamak said. “See? Cursed!”
Mik glared at the scar-faced sailor. “Let Poul speak, Pamak,” he said.
Pamak scowled at the captain, but Mik neither blinked nor turned away. Slowly the scar-faced man nodded. “All right,” he said. “I got respect for my elders. I’ll hear the old man out.”
Mik nodded to the leathery Poul.
“When you seen metallic dragons on the wing-even from ten leagues away-there ain’t nothin’ to compare to it,” Poul continued. “It’s somethin’ you’ll never forget-not in two lifetimes. I’d give anything to see those isles again. Anyone would be a fool to pass up the chance.
“The Dragon Isles are real, I’ll vouch for that. I knows men that’s seen them in the years since the gods and the good dragons left Krynn. They’re as solid as you or me. A clever man-a clever ship-might find ’em-if one knew where to look.” Poul settled back, away from the crowd once more.
“All of you respect Poul,” Mik said. “The Dragon Isles do exist. I’ve seen the scroll in Lady Meinor’s cabin. We’re on course to find these isles even now.”
“That’s why I hired Captain Vardan,” Karista said from the bridge. Her magic had temporarily depleted her energy, but now the momentary interruption had allowed her to regain her strength. “There are no sailors more experienced in the deep, uncharted waters of the Turbidus Ocean.”
The assembled crew muttered their assent. Overhead, the clouds parted slightly, and the rain began to die away.
“You will all have a share in the profits of this voyage,” Karista continued. “Think of the wealth of the Dragon Isles! Think of the rewards of opening a trade route to such a place!” Sparks danced in her steely eyes. A ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and caressed the beautiful aristocrat’s form.
“My family is wealthy,” she said to her rapt audience. “That wealth bought and provisioned this ship and hired all of you. We Meinors didn’t get where we are by following wild rumors. You signed onto this trip because you believed it would be profitable for all of you-that your shares in the journey would outweigh the risks. Surely a few… accidents haven’t changed that.”
A mutter of agreement ran through the formerly disgruntled crew.
“All right,” Marlian said, brushing the rain from her short, blond hair. “That makes sense to me.”
“Yeah. We’ll follow your plan for a while,” Pamak added. Others added their assent.
Karista Meinor showed her straight, white teeth in a pleasing smile. “Then back to work, all of you,” she said.
“Yes, back to work,” Mik called. “We’re lucky the storm didn’t scuttle us while we stood around jabbering.”
As the rest of the crew went about their business, Mik stopped Pamak and Marlian.
“Next time you two try to stir things up,” Mik whispered to them both, “I’ll deal with you one on one-or two on one, if those odds suit you better.”
“Two on two!” Trip, close on his heels, interjected.
“I meant no disrespect, captain,” Marlian said, sparing a frown, for the kender.
A sly grin drew over Pamak’s scarred face. “Any odds you like, any time… captain. It will be my pleasure.” He gave a short, mocking bow before returning to his duties.
“I don’t like them very much,” Trip said after they’d gone.
“Marlian’s just excitable and misguided,” Mik replied. “Pamak, though, can be trouble. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Nothing we can’t handle,” Trip repeated confidently.
The waves began to settle as the sky cleared. Mik took a few bearings from the sun and applied it to his knowledge of this area of ocean, then gave a corrected course to the helmsman. Then he went to his cabin below the bridge to put some salve on his wounds. Trip went with him and helped with the bandaging.
“Maybe Karista has some magical ointment we could use,” Trip said as he wound a piece of fresh linen around a cut on Mik’s right arm. “She seems to have lots of magic,” he added enviously.
“I don’t think I’d trust it if she did,” Mik replied. “You remember how well her magical seaweed worked?”
“I’m sure she didn’t mean for those two men to die,” Trip said sincerely. “I saw her use the seaweed to breathe underwater herself, once. It worked fine, then. And it’s worth a try in a pinch, I mean, if you’re going to drown anyway.”
Mik’s brown eyes narrowed. “Trip… ?”
“I found a tiny piece that somehow got in my rucksack,” Trip insisted. “Too bad I couldn’t reach it when the monster had me.”
The captain laughed and rubbed some salve on a thumbsized welt on his calf, inflicted by one of the sea monster’s suckers. “We had a narrow escape,” he said. “Karista may have settled the crew for now, but we need to find those islands before a full-scale mutiny breaks out.”