He was an older Mechanic, with dark hair and a mustache both bearing enough grey that it could be seen even in the darkness. Age had given him enough wisdom that he said and did nothing.
“We’re taking this ship,” Mari said. “Hopefully without anyone getting hurt. That’s entirely up to you. Surrender it and no one gets hurt. Fight, and it could get ugly.”
The eyes of the older Mechanic went to one side, looking over Bev and Dav with their rifles and Alli and Calu standing over the two chastened sentries. He looked upwards enough to see Mechanic Amal from Julesport, rifle also in hand, standing by the front rail of the quarterdeck. “My surrender would seem to be a mere formality, but why am I surrendering to a fellow Mechanic? Who are you?”
“Master Mechanic Mari of Caer Lyn,” she said.
After a pause, the Mechanic nodded. “I see. We were warned that you might try something in port, but you do tend to exceed expectations, don’t you, Master Mechanic?”
“Who told you that?” Mari asked, thinking it sounded oddly like praise.
“One of my passengers on an earlier voyage. I have an obligation to the passengers’ safety, Master Mechanic. As well as to the safety of my crew. Do you swear you mean them no harm?”
“I swear,” Mari said. “I understand that your passengers are actually prisoners.”
“Your understanding is correct.” The Mechanic’s voice clearly conveyed his distaste for his role as a jailor.
“I’m going to set them free and give them the option of joining me. Anyone who doesn’t want to will be put off in your ship’s boats with enough food and water and guidance to reach shore.”
Another pause, longer this time, then the Mechanic nodded again. “I surrender my ship to you. I am Mechanic Captain Banda of Marida. At your service.”
Mari lowered her pistol, grateful since her arm was beginning to ache. “I would appreciate your assistance in assuring I take the rest captive without harming anyone,” she said.
“You need those two first,” Banda said, gesturing toward the other door to the stern cabin. “The two Senior Mechanics who are actually in charge of this work detail.”
“Are they armed?”
“Yes and no. The extra weapons are locked up in there, but those two don’t routinely carry them. Denz might have a pistol, since he liked parading around with one stuck in his belt. He’s the man. Gina’s the woman, and before you go in there I feel obligated to say that she has done her best by us during this voyage. I would not have been surprised if she had ended up among the so-called passengers on the next trip because of her insufficiently zealous attitude toward the Guild’s instructions.”
“Bev, Dav, you heard him. Go in there. If the guy twitches wrong, don’t take any chances. Club him.”
Bev’s smile held no humor. “I can’t shoot him?”
“No. I promised no one hurt, Bev.”
“Yes, Lady Master Mechanic.” Bev tried the door handle, found it locked, and knocked gently. Waited. Knocked again. Waited. Began knocking lightly but continuously.
Mari heard the lock being unlatched, then a very angry man stuck his head out. “Who dares to—?”
The question ended when Bev stuck the barrel of her rifle under his chin. “I do. I’m Mechanic Bev of Emdin. I was an Apprentice at Emdin. Do you want to see how little it would take to make me blow off the head of a Senior Mechanic?”
Keeping the barrel right under his chin, Bev led the Senior Mechanic, who was wearing only his trousers, out on deck while Dav dashed inside. He reemerged quickly, leading a woman in shirt and trousers who looked around in disbelief.
“The key to the weapons,” Mari asked, extending her hand for it.
The woman looked for guidance not at her fellow Senior Mechanic but at Banda, who nodded. She pulled out a key on a chain and dropped it into Mari’s hand.
“Traitor!” the other Senior Mechanic got out before the barrel of Bev’s rifle jerked upward and slammed his jaw shut.
Mari gave Bev a worried look, but she returned a controlled expression that conveyed she wasn’t losing it. And Alain had made a special effort to tell her that Bev could be trusted in a tough situation. He must have had a reason for that.
“She wouldn’t have had any trouble picking the lock,” Senior Mechanic Gina told Denz. “Didn’t you read her file?”
Mari paused to think. She had the top deck of the ship, but most of the men and women aboard were belowdecks. “Captain Banda, I assume the passengers are locked down?”
“You assume correctly.”
“What about your crew? Do I have to worry about them?”
“My crew will follow my orders,” Banda said. “I will tell them not to resist so as to limit any chance of anyone being harmed. For the good of the Guild,” he added, sounding almost sincere as he parroted the standard justification for any Guild action.
But then Captain Banda visibly hesitated, as if trying to tip off Mari. Taking his cue, she raised her pistol again toward him. “What did you leave out?”
“The guard force sent along by the Guild. They are in forward berthing.”
“Are these two examples of them?” Alli called in a low voice, indicating the disarmed sentries.
“Those two are part of the guard force,” Banda confirmed.
“That’s bad news, Mari. From what Calu and I have seen of them, these two are hard core.”
“The guards were selected to be reliable,” Senior Mechanic Gina said. “And to be willing to use whatever force was necessary. I personally think they are overly eager to use force.”
Senior Mechanic Denz apparently tried to interject some comment, but couldn’t speak with Bev’s rifle barrel holding his jaw shut from beneath.
“Are they armed?” Mari asked.
“Most have knives. A couple have personal pistols,” Banda added. “Standard Guild revolvers, not semi-automatics like yours. Yours is only the second of those I’ve ever seen.”
“They were only intended for bodyguards of the Guild Master,” Alli commented. “Mari, we need to get those goons up on deck a few at a time. And someone needs to give me some line so I can tie up these two and gag them until we’ve got the whole batch under guard. Otherwise they might yell a warning when others come up.”
One of the Lady’s sailors ran up to Alli with a length of line and began expertly tying the arms and legs of the two guards. Finishing there, Mari directed him to do the same to Senior Mechanic Denz. “How many of these guards are there?” Mari asked Banda.
“Twenty.”
“We’ve already got two, so that leaves eighteen. Which of you will help me get those guards up in small batches?” she asked Banda and Gina, who exchanged glances.
“You’re asking us to participate in an action that is likely to lead to the injury of fellow Mechanics,” Senior Mechanic Gina said.
“You mean like the Guild did when it imprisoned your fellow Mechanics and assigned those guards over them?” Mari asked angrily.
“I am uncomfortable with the idea of actively assisting you as well,” Captain Banda said, “but it does not matter because they will not obey orders from me.”
“So I have to do the dirty work? Fine!” Mari looked around. The two former sentries and Senior Mechanic Denz were trussed up, the sailor in the final act of putting gags in their mouths and being none too gentle about it. She thought about telling him to ease up, but she was in a bad mood about once again having to deal with people who resisted being helped. “Alli, Calu, Bev, come with me. Dav, you and Amal cover the deck and our current crop of prisoners. How are Rob and the others doing up there?”
“No problems,” Amal called.