Verne didn’t make things any easier when he returned from his night out on the town. They had been given rooms upstairs in Lafitte’s house. Verne and Land shared one, Finn and Lucas shared another and Andre had been given a room of her own. Land had still not put in an appearance, so Verne, lacking for company, ensconced himself in Finn and Lucas’s room and talked endlessly about his trip to New Orleans with Drakov and Lafitte. Paris nightlife, he had thought, would have prepared him for anything, but he was not ready for New Orleans. He had resolved early on to drink very sparingly, so he could remain sober and observe with his writer’s eye, but that went the way of so many resolutions and he came back roaring drunk. Unfortunately, while he was quite a pleasant drunk, he was one of those who cannot shut up and even feigning sleep was not enough to put him off. Finn, miraculously, finally managed to fall asleep, but Lucas remained wide awake, his eyes closed, breathing heavily, hoping Verne would notice that his audience had departed for the realm of Morpheus and take the trip himself.
Frustrated, Lucas finally was reduced to timing Verne’s sentences, which kept getting longer and longer, though they remained perfectly grammatical. To his astonishment, Verne, his accent growing thicker, launched into an extensive mono-logical sentence which went on for forty-five minutes without a break, ending finally, incongruously, in a question. Verne actually paused at that point, awaiting an answer. None was forthcoming. Please, thought Lucas, for God’s sake don’t start up again! The silence became lengthy and finally broken by a window-rattling snore from Finn, and Verne belatedly became aware of the soporific effect of his conversation.
“Oh, well, never mind,” he said, and fell asleep the very next instant, slumping forward in his chair, chin on his chest.
“That’s one for the books,” Lucas mumbled to himself. He was just starting to drift off when there came a faint knock at the door and it creaked open slightly.
“Lucas? Finn?”
It was Land.
“Oh, no,” said Lucas.
“Are you awake?” said Land.
“Ned, whatever it is, can’t it wait till morning?”
“No, no, I must tell you now,” said Land. “I will not be here in the morning.”
Lucas came fully awake. “What are you talking about?” The others slept on, both snoring loudly.
“I am leaving,” Land said. “Tonight. Within the hour.”
“What do you mean, you’re leaving? Where?”
“I’m going with Marie,” said Land. “We are running away together.”
Lucas sat up in bed. “I thought she didn’t want to leave Lafitte,” he said.
“That was before,” said Land. “All that is changed now. I love her. And she loves me.”
“Ned, she’s young enough to be your daughter.”
“She doesn’t think me old,” said Land. “And she’s no child, believe me. She knows her mind.”
“Perhaps, but it does seem changeable,” said Lucas. “You realize this is very foolish, don’t you?”
“I know what you’re going to say,” said Land. “There’s no point in running off. Lafitte was willing to make me a present of her before, why not just ask if he still stands by his offer? No. I will not have any man make a present of a woman as if she were a horse.”
“So you’ll steal her as if you were a horse thief,” Lucas said. “Ned, don’t be an ass. Where would you go?”
“She knows her way through the bayous,” Land said. “She’s getting some things together. She’ll meet me on the back side of the island in a pirogue and we’ll paddle to New Orleans. Then we’ll make our way to Boston. I can get work as a harpooner. I’ll buy a house and we will marry. She’s very light, no one would think she was a Negro. We can have a family.”
“Ned, has it occurred to you that you don’t belong in this time? It’s 1812. You haven’t even been born yet.”
“What does that matter? I don’t care. I’m leaving, I tell you and nothing you can say will change my mind. I only came to say good-bye. You will say good-bye to Finn and Andre for me, won’t you? And to Jules.”
“Well, if you’ve made up your mind…”
“You can’t talk me out of it. There’s no use trying.”
Lucas got out of bed. “All right, Ned, I won’t. I wish you the best of luck. I hope you won’t regret this.”
He offered Land his hand and the harpooner took it. “I will have nothing to regret, I promise you.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said Lucas and, still holding onto Land’s hand, he gave him a savage kick in the balls.
Land wheezed and doubled over and Lucas nailed him with an uppercut to the jaw. The harpooner dropped to the floor, unconscious. Verne and Delaney kept up their steady cadence of snoring.
“Marie’s going to have a long wait by the boat,” said Lucas. “And by the time morning comes around, I don’t think she’ll love you quite so much.”
He pulled down the curtain cord and proceeded to tie up the unconscious Ned.
Lucas woke up with someone shaking his shoulder gently. He opened his eyes to see Finn bending over him.
“Is it morning already?”
“Rise and shine, Major,” Finn said. “Time to get ready to hit the boats and weigh anchor.”
“It feels like I just closed my eyes,” said Lucas.
“What happened here last night?” said Finn.
“Huh?” Lucas sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Finn pointed.
Verne had fallen off the chair onto the floor, where he was curled up in a fetal position, dead to the world. Beside him, struggling against his bonds, glaring ferociously and growling into his gag, was Land. The door opened and Andre walked in.
“I must have missed a hell of a party,” she said.
“Verne passed out and Ned was going to run off with Marie and set up light housekeeping in Boston,” Lucas said, getting out of bed. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he wasn’t very reasonable.”
“He’s liable to be a lot less reasonable when you untie him,” Finn said.
“You’re probably right,” said Lucas. “Let’s not untie him.”
Land thrashed on the floor.
Andre stood over him, hands on her hips. “You cad,” she said. “The minute my back is turned, you’re playing around with another woman. You’re a heartless brute.”
Land rolled his eyes.
“Never trust a sailor,” Finn said.
“He was just going to go off and leave us in the lurch,” said Lucas. “Here we are, needing all the help we can get, and he’s sneaking off to hide under some woman’s skirts.”
“Ned Land, the great harpooner, running away from a fight,” said Andre. “I should have known he was all bluster.”
“The hell with him,” said Finn. “Let him go. Who needs a friend like him? We’ll just have to handle Drakov by ourselves.”
Land stopped struggling.
They looked at each other.
“You think maybe he’s ready to be untied now?” said Andre.
“I think so,” said Finn.
Moments later, Land was on his feet, looking sullen and rubbing his chafed wrists.
“Friends?” said Lucas, offering his hand.
Land grunted, then took his hand. And swung a haymaker at Lucas’s head. Lucas easily ducked underneath it and jabbed Land twice in the solar plexus, hard enough to sit him down on the floor, winded.
“You didn’t really think I was going to fall for that, did you?” Lucas said.
Land glared at him from the floor, then a smile spread over his face and he started to laugh. They all joined him.
“I should probably be thanking you,” he said. “I would’ve married the girl.”
“That’s okay,” said Lucas. “We all come down with temporary insanity every once in a while.”
Land sighed. “You’re right, for certain, it would have been a very foolish thing to do. Still, some things are worth being foolish over.” He shook his head. “She must have been waiting all night at the boat. What am I to tell her?”
“Tell her you were tied up,” said Lucas.
Land laughed and put his arm around Lucas, then quickly shifted his grip, caught him in a headlock and brought his fist down in a punishing hammerblow on top of his head. Lucas felt as if a gong had gone off inside his skull. He sat on the floor, palms pressed to his temples, rocking slightly.