Anders noticed Ivan standing at the rear of the ship, muttering to himself. Anders thought Ivan was praying and didn’t pay much attention. Instead he focused on what Red was ordering them all to do, engage the enemy ships with cannon fire.

As they advanced on the ships in the stormy waters, they had to wait for just the right moment to fire because the rise and fall of the waves disrupted their clear line of sight. The crew would have to wait until the ship was at the peak of a wave before taking aim and firing. If they didn’t fire at exactly the right moment, their cannon balls would splash ineffectively into the rough ocean waves.

The fleeing ships shot their stern cannons at Red’s ships; each time they missed. Anders was helping the gunner load and fire the cannons. They struggled to keep the cannons from rolling out of firing position while being tossed by the storm. Every time they came racing down into the trough of a wave, a burst of water would pour in through the cannon doors. The water would rush out again once they began to climb up the next wave. Many times the crew struggled to keep themselves from being swept off their feet and out the hatch doors.

After waiting for what seemed like a lifetime, Anders heard the order to take aim. They pointed the cannon directly at the ship in view off the starboard bow. He watched it climbing the wave in front to them.

“Fire!” The order was given.

One of the gunners lit the fuse. The cannon roared as it released its explosive contents. The ropes holding the cannon snapped tightly as they caught the steel barrel on wheels before it could roll across the floor and smash into the other side of the ship. Through the hatch door, Anders saw the cannon balls blast the rear end of the enemy ship. His ears rang from the explosions of firing cannons in close quarters. Wood splintered off the outside of their target and Anders thought he saw a cannon ball hit one of the masts before the ship disappeared beyond the peak of the next wave. He heard muffled cheering from his crew.

The ship rocked forward, and he knew they were racing down toward the trough once more. This time Anders closed the hatch door before they reached the bottom. The force of the water rushed in through the doors of those who were unable to close them. The water swelled in and flowed out with great force. It took several men off their feet and swept them out the doors. Anders felt the ship tilt upward again and opened the hatch door, ready to take aim and fire once more. They battered the enemy ships several more times before one of them lost its main mast and was swallowed by the storm’s waves.

Red’s ship turned to engage another enemy ship. A wave hit them with such force it nearly knocked everyone off their feet. A cannon rolled hard against its restraints and broke through the ropes. The heavy steel cannon rolled across the floor and smashed hard into the wall on the other side of the hull, pinning a warrior who was unable to escape its path. It crashed right into his chest and Anders knew he must’ve died instantly.

The storm had increased in magnitude; their ships couldn’t last much longer. Picking himself up off the floor, Anders searched for Max who was working another cannon down the line. He heard the order to take aim and fire. The cannons roared once more. Anders saw Max struggling to grab his hatch door before the ship swelled with water again. He ran over to him and together they closed the hatch just in time to avoid becoming victims of the ocean’s deadly pull.

Max thanked him, and Anders shouted over the ringing in his ears, “This storm is going to sink us! We can’t last much longer! Let’s go up to the deck and find Red! Perhaps we can convince him to disengage the enemy! Their ships are battered and will be destroyed by the waves soon enough!”

“Alright. Let’s go!” Max shouted.

Anders and Max ran across to the stairs that led up to the main deck. Once they opened the hatch, the storm blasted them with saltwater. The wind raced with gale force as it threw stinging pellets of water into their faces. Climbing out and closing the hatch door behind them, Anders squinted, searching for Red. Staggering to hold onto a rope tied to the ship’s mast, Red was barking orders at the crewmembers steering the ship. Max and Anders could hardly hear Red’s shouting over the howl of the wind. Waves crashed over the deck, sweeping them off their feet as they tried to make their way across to Red. Several times they were nearly swept overboard by the water rushing off the deck. Finally, they made it to Red and got his attention.

“Red!” Anders shouted. “We won’t last long in this storm! The waves will wreck us if we keep pursuing the enemy! They’re defeated, and their ships will sink! We must disengage before we share their fate!”

“No!” Red growled and stared at him with a crazed look in his eye. “You know nothing; we can outlast any storm! This ship will not sink! I will not give up the fight now. Go back below deck and keep loading cannons!” he shouted.

“You’re a fool, Red!” Anders shouted then turned back and began to walk toward the hatch door to go below deck.

Staggering at the stern of the ship, Anders saw Ivan still lost in a trance. He wondered what he could be doing up there. Just before Max and Anders reached the hatch door, a sudden blast of wind came down from the clouds and raced across the deck, snapping the ship’s masts in two and blowing overboard any who were not holding onto something. Many who were tied on with safety lines were able to climb back onto the ship, but Anders, Max and Ivan were not. The unnatural burst of wind sent them flying off the deck. Anders watched the wooden floor beneath his feet disappear and he was cast violently into the water.

They came down hard into the waves. Anders gasped for air as he reached the water’s surface. Each wave was so large that he couldn’t see anything but walls of water all around him. The very next wave picked up the ship they’d just been standing on and brought it crashing down. Now that the masts were broken off, the ship was at each wave’s mercy. A powerful wave flipped Red’s ship, smashing it apart in its immense force. Anders, Max and Ivan looked on at the destruction from the surface of the water. The roaring waves came crashing onto them and pushed them down, deep under the water. Anders tried, but couldn’t hold his breath long enough to reach the surface. Before he could reach the surface for air, he blacked out.

Chapter 5

Captives

“Thomas,” Kirsten said in a hushed tone. “Are you there?” She couldn’t see anything through the coarse fabric that cloaked her eyes. Soldiers had placed burlap bags over their heads before carrying them onboard the ship. A terrible odor emanated from her surroundings and slowly oozed its way inside the scratchy burlap sack. Kirsten tried her hardest to avoid gagging. She didn’t hear a response from her brother, only heavy breathing from someone lying nearby on the floor.

Raising her voice slightly, but careful not to raise it too loudly, she said again, “Thomas, is that you?” The body on the ground next to her did not respond.

If that’s Thomas, Kirsten thought, he’s not conscious.

She wondered if it was safe for her to attempt to take the bag off. She didn’t want the soldiers to see her try, because Kirsten had seen what they would do to those who didn’t obey their commands. One young girl with fiery red hair and green eyes had thrown a fit when the soldiers separated her from her mother. A soldier clad in dark leather armor lacking any insignia or clan identification shouted at her to calm down, but she kept screaming, kicking and clawing at him trying to break free from his vice-like grip. Without hesitation, the soldier raised his wide grimy hand and silenced her. Kirsten didn’t want to have a terrible thing like that happen to her, so she was careful to not make any noise.

Her hands were chained behind her back so to take the bag off her head she would need to get them in front of her body. She figured it was safe to attempt it because she hadn’t heard any footsteps come back since they tossed her onto the cold hardwood planks of the ship and closed a gate before walking away.

Carefully she moved her wrists down below her waist. She could now lift her legs up, one at a time, and backward through her cuffed hands. Trying once but instantly having to place her foot back on the ground, Kirsten learned balancing was a little tricky due to the rocking ship and being blinded by burlap. Once she had successfully moved her hands in front of her body, she quietly reached them up to her head and took off the bag covering her face.

Her eyes took a few moments to adjust in the dimly lit room. She could see bars on the cell door and knew she wasn’t going to escape anytime soon. Light peeped through cracks in the wood panels above her head. She was in the hull of the ship. Pushing her face up against the bars of the cell door, she looked in both directions down the dimly lit hallway running the length of the ship’s belly. Prison cells lined both sides of the narrow passageway. An open door at the far end revealed a set of stairs leading up to the ship’s deck.

Having assessed her surroundings, Kirsten quickly turned to the person who had been lying silently on the floor next to her. She could tell right away from the dark silhouette that this wasn’t Thomas. The person’s figure was slender in shape; it was a girl. Bound in the same way she had been, the girl also had a burlap sack over her head. Dropping to her knees, Kirsten lifted the bag off the girl’s head. To her surprise, Kirsten recognized the girl, but she couldn’t remember from where. It was hard to know for sure in the dark, but she thought she remembered seeing the amber-haired girl in the crowd at the festival cheering loudly for Anders.

Kirsten shook the girl lightly by the shoulder and said, “Hey, are you okay? Hey girl, are you alright?”

The girl weakly opened one of her eyes and made a feeble noise. By the look of her, she needed serious help. The left half of her face was bruised badly and one eye was almost completely swollen shut. Kirsten’s first instinct was to call for help, but she stopped herself before shouting. Trying to recall what her father had done to treat Anders after a steer gored him nearly ten years ago, she remembered Theodor bringing him inside and laying him on the couch. He kept Anders warm and made sure he was breathing until he regained consciousness. Then he made Anders drink a lot of water.

Kirsten searched the cell for anything that might be helpful to her. She noticed the girl’s clothes were tattered and wet. It was damp and cold on the floor of the cell so she decided to try to dry her off. A pile of wicker baskets and a moldy sack of grain were stuffed haphazardly in the corner of their cell. She found a dry spot along one of the cell walls. Flattening out several baskets, Kirsten placed them neatly on the floor. Satisfied, she took off the girl’s wet clothes and wrapped the two burlap sacks meant to be their blindfolds around her body like a blanket. Kirsten moved the girl onto the dry pad she had created.

Feeling better about the girl’s condition, Kirsten thought next about the challenge of getting some water.

I could wait until the soldiers bring us some, she thought. Then she figured they wouldn’t be so kind as to provide their prisoners with that luxury. Seeing small puddles of water on the floor of their cell, Kirsten had an idea.

This must be rainwater, she thought to herself. The water seeps in through these cracks when it rains. She looked up at the cracks in the wood above her head where thin strips of light shone through. Feeling the cracks with her fingers she was able to locate a spot in the board that was saturated. She knew this was where most of the rainwater dripped down.

Now how do I collect it if the rain comes? Kirsten asked herself. She looked around the small cell, but didn’t see anything that would hold water. At least we have this pile of moldy grain, she thought. This was the source of the stench she smelled. She sat down on the ground next to the girl and rested her head against the wooden wall that separated them from the next cell over.

I hope she wakes up soon, Kirsten thought. It’s awfully dull sitting here with no one to talk to.

After what felt like several hours to Kirsten, she heard someone begin to shout. It was a man’s voice. Judging by his Rolloan accent, Kirsten knew him to be one of the Rollo Island warriors who had been competing in the Grandwood Games. He was calling out the name Tabitha. He shouted over and over again. Fellow prisoners in the cells near him tried to hush him up, telling him the soldiers would come if he made too much noise. Shortly after the man began shouting, soldiers came running down the stairs. Kirsten heard them throw open the cell door.

The man’s demands to see his daughter at once went unanswered and Kirsten put her hands around the bars of the cell door and watched as they dragged him out of the cell, down the hull and up the stairs. Shortly after the man was taken way, she heard the footsteps of someone walking down the stairs and watched as a soldier locked the door to the empty cell. Kirsten knew the man they dragged away would not be returning.

What kind of people are these, she wondered, to rip families apart and beat them when all they want is to be reunited. Nobody raised in the great nation of Westland would treat their fellow humans with such cruelty. Kirsten wanted to find out if her brother, Thomas, was on the ship with her, but she wasn’t about to get killed over it.

After the Rolloan left, it was quiet and dark for a long time. She could hear the waves rushing along the side of the ship. It rocked up, at first making her feel sick, but after a while she got used to the constant motion. Eventually she heard another pair of feet thudding their way down to the hull and she feared for herself and the other prisoners, but to her surprise the person was carrying a bucket and a stack of empty bowls. They placed a small bowl outside each door and then spooned in fresh drinking water before returning to the deck above.

Someone must want us alive, Kirsten thought, curious at the random act of generosity.

She took a sip from the bowl. The cold water soothed her dry, throbbing throat. Kirsten had to force herself not to drink all of the water, saving some for the girl who still lay unchanged on the floor. If she was this thirsty now, Kirsten could only imagine how thirsty the girl would be when she awoke.

The bright light of day had faded, barely peeping through the cracks in the ceiling when the girl finally awoke. As she opened her one good eye, her face belied her confusion as she examined her surroundings. When the girl’s scan of the cell landed on Kirsten, she attempted to speak, but her voice was so hoarse Kirsten couldn’t hear her. She handed the girl the bowl of water.

Kirsten whispered to her as she took small sips from the bowl, “We have to be quiet. The soldiers have been punishing everyone who makes too much noise.”

The girl nodded, letting Kirsten know she understood.

“I’m Kirsten,” she said quietly placing her hand on her chest. “You were soaking wet and the ground is cold, so I took your wet clothes off and put you on the dry pad. I hope that was okay?” she asked, trying to make sure that the girl knew the soldiers weren’t the ones to remove her clothes.

The girl pointed a shaky finger at herself, opened her cracked lips and whispered in a hoarse voice, “Maija.”

Kirsten smiled, “I remember seeing you in the crowd at the competition.” The girl nodded and took a small sip from the bowl before placing it back on the floor.

“I was one of the people working the event,” she said quietly sounding a little better after drinking some water. “Thank you for helping me. I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me.” Kirsten said. “My cousin was competing in the games. He wasn’t in town when the attack began. He eventually found us but that was when…” she trailed off. “Well, never mind about that, we’re here now. Do you know anything about the people who took us and where they’re headed?” she asked.

“I don’t know who they are,” Maija said. “I saw their ships had black sails lacking any banners or sigil and they don’t wear any of the colors associated with the other nations of Kartania. Nobody saw them coming. Whoever they are and wherever they came from, they didn’t want anyone to know who they are associated with.”