The Sea Devil's Eye - Mel Odom [43]
"Fireball!" one of the pirates squalled. As a man, the boarding crew ducked under the huge mass of roiling flames.
The wizard's casting was slightly off, and the fireball sizzled as it touched the water beside the pirate ship, then exploded into a wall of flames that rushed across Black Champion's deck. Rigging and sailcloth caught fire. Only the water washing over the deck kept it from burning as well.
Arthoris stepped to the edge of the forecastle railing above and extended his hands to the heavens, the sleeves of his robes falling back down his skinny arms. He cried out in a language Jherek didn't understand, his tone at once commanding and beseeching.
Dark clouds spiraled into the sky above the ships, spreading out for miles in all directions. The wind lifted and came howling across the choppy ocean surface. Rigging creaked above, and lanyards that were cracked but not broken through now gave way. A heavy, stinging rain smacked into Black Champion and her crew.
The flames atop the rigging were quickly snuffed.
"Grappling crew!" Azla yelled above the roar of the storm. "Ready on the line!"
The pirates surged forward to the railing again. Jherek stooped and picked up a grappling line, running the rough hemp through his hands. He measured back from the big, three-pronged hook and readied himself to cast.
A giant shape surged out of the water between the two ships. A webbed green foot with great claws slapped against the starboard railing. A huge head at least eight feet across, cut with a grim maw and gold-webbed spines along the back of its neck, followed the foot. Malevolent red eyes glared at the surprised crew. Another foot followed the first, and the great creature tried to drag itself aboard. The neck strained up from the dark green shell on its back.
"Dragon turtle!" a man screamed.
The grappling line crew surged back, breaking away from the deadly creature.
* * * * *
Pacys woke in black waters. Panicked, he struggled to get free of the ocean. He tried to find a way back to his own body.
Taleweaver.
The call wasn't from anything human. Pacys heard it in his mind, but the syllables were long and drawn out.
Do not be in such a hurry, the voice went on. There is much to learn.
Basso booming filled the water, stretching out into squeaks and squeals, turning again to a deep moaning sound like wind blowing over the neck of a bottle. The old bard listened to the sound carefully, drawn to its melodic nature.
Where am I? Pacys asked.
We call this the dreaming time.
Who are you?
Enemies of the Taker and his sahuagin.
What do you want with me?
We did not summon you. You came to us as it was foretold in our songs.
With surprise, Pacys realized that the booming squeals and squeaks were whale songs. Are you here with me?
In the only way that we can be.
I can't see you.
Open your mind, Taleweaver. All that we may tell you will be revealed.
Letting go the panic that vibrated inside him, Pacys immersed himself in the whale song. There weren't words or even tones especially. The sounds played upon the ear, but they touched the heart. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the black water was sapphire blue.
He peered below, seeing the pale white-gray of the ocean floor a hundred feet or more below. Above him, sunlight kissed the surface of the water and turned it to too-bright silver. He glanced away, trying to peer through the blue-gray cloud that settled in the water before him.
Where are you? the old bard asked.
I am here, the slow voice replied. Reach out and you will touch me.
Tentatively, Pacys stretched out his arm toward the gray-blue fog. Only instead of penetrating it as he'd expected, the fog felt rough and solid. With that single touch, the bard's perceptions changed.
A great whale floated in the water in front of him. The gray-blue color partially masked it in the water, and his closeness prevented him from seeing all of it even now. Pacys knew some of the great whales grew to be four hundred feet long. This