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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 20 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 20 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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written 2007

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Barad said lightly, “So long as they aren’t chasing us, we’ve little to fear. Come, My Heart, we have to get your Arrakan certificates recognized. You have an examination before the Board.” They left in the direction of the Council Pavilion.

Kurin squinted as she looked at the ships and commented, “They are good seamen aren’t they? It’s hard to stop a ship that big, right at the float. Now that they’re closer, I can read their names. The Big one is the Dark Dragon. There’s two lines of some vertical decorations too. I wonder why they aren’t afraid of bad luck from naming their ship after Dark Iren? The other is the Soaring Bird. The Soaring Bird’s letters look really strange. There are other letters above the name that I can’t read at all.”

Master Juris told Kurin, “That’s because they’re in a different language, Kurin. It’s Barant I think. I can’t read it either but I’ve seen it before.”

He turned, gesturing broadly about, and asked Kurin, “Is it just me, or is the market bigger than usual this Gathering?”

“It is,” said Kurin with a pinched face. “The Grandalor and three other ships have opened toy booths in addition to their usual ones now that they see how well I’ve done for the last five Gatherings. The Gula has the colored cloth booth in addition to their usual fabrics booth. The strangers each got a booth. We took up three spaces just for cargo and lace, and have a food booth on top of that.”

“True, all true,” said Master Juris, as they strolled back to her booth. “I got around to the other toy booths to take a look.” He smiled with a trace of a sneer for the competition. “Your deal with the Masters of the Craft Council is safe. The Grandalor is your nearest rival and they aren’t close, though they are cheaper.”

“Speaking of the Grandalor,” said Kurin curiously, what’s up with them? I almost didn’t recognize them. Their ship is so neat and tidy that it almost looks new.”

“I don’t know, Kurin. Their booth people are all smiling and friendly, too.” Master Juris stroked his chin and looked off absently at the newcomers. “Even their roustabouts have been polite and well dressed.” He walked off shaking his head at changes that he had never thought to see.

As Kurin was entering her booth she overheard a pair of Grandalor sailors speaking through the orderly chaos of the busy Market.

“Looka’ there! A nice knife on the deck! Mine!”

“You know where it fell from, too. Give it back to him.”

“Sorry, old habit. You’re right. The Lady wouldn’t like it iffin I kept it. She’d be disappointed. Don’t want that. — — Here, Sir! This fell offa yer table! Nice scrimshaw on the blade!”

Kurin settled herself on a stool behind her counter, wondering at the bizarre concept of Grandalor sailors being honest. She picked up an illustrated envelope and removed a batch of pieces. To draw trade, she began assembling one of her kits. The day passed into afternoon.

“T’at’s good t’ see. A young ane, nae afraid t’ be seen wit’ toys. So often, t’ey’re afraid t’ey’ll be taken for kinder if t’ey’re seen wit’ toys.”

Kurin looked up at the speaker, smiling automatically. Her smile hardened as she recognized the two sailors flanking the woman. They were Grandalor deck-hands that she knew from other Gatherings and did not trust now, in spite of their better dress.

The woman who spoke was short, with a cascade of glossy medium brown hair falling from a complex braided knot at the back of her head. Honest gray eyes stared frankly at her. Her face was exotically shaped, almost coming to a point at her chin, mouth smiling widely under a nose that was almost dangerously cute.

What she wore was as exotic as her speech. Definitely not sailor’s garb. At first glance, her blouse seemed a simple strip of satin cloth, white with moving amber highlights, thrown about her neck, crossed in front and fastened behind. A second glance showed that the garment was carefully tailored to an exact fit and that there was nothing casual about it. There were sleeves of sheer amber gauze tied to it at the shoulders. Her solidly muscled midriff was bare. The lady wore pants that were long and loose, matching her top in color and gathered at the ankles. Her shoes were of sparkling fine scaled black Lesser Dragon hide.

A fringed black sash belt held several pouches and a long knife that was either Lesser Dragon or Wing Ray fang. The edge was chipped slightly from much use but carefully sharpened.

The tool maker in Kurin admired the care with which the sharpening had been done. Each chip had been rounded out and properly edged to reduce the possibility of a crack starting. This knife, large as it was, was a carefully maintained tool.

Kurin’s smile became genuine as she thought that she recognized the speaker. “Kurti, is that you? What are you doing in that get up? What’s with the accent?”

The woman appeared to curl up into a mental ball, the life flowing out of her.

“Oi wish Oi wa’. She’s dead. M’ cousin Oi’m told. M’ name’s Tanlin. Tanlin Miken Princamorn. Oi’m tired, might Oi sit in yer shade?” Both sailors looked alarmed at this pronouncement and took her arms to support her, clearly not to remove her. It was obvious who was in charge.

One of them said, “Lady Tanlin, When Doctor Corin allowed you to come to Gathering he warned us that you are still on the invalid list. You must not tire yourself.”

“Of course you may sit, Lady Tanlin,” said Kurin, picking up on the title and producing a cushion usually reserved for important customers. “Tell me how come you look so much like Kurti. You said she’s dead? How did it happen? Where are you from?”

“T’ank ye,” she said to Kurin as the sailors helped her gently to the cushion. “Oi’m Arrakan. Late o’ t’e Princamorn. Kurti an’ Oi were cousins. Our mot’ers were identical twins, so Oi’m told. ‘Ers married on t’ t’e Grandalor, mine t’ Princamorn as t’ey tell m’.

“Oi heard t’at she got t’e lung parasites from swallowin’ reef woter durin’ t’e rescue o’ our crew. She wa’ often in t’e sickbay but Oi’m informed t’e treatment dinnae work.

“Over four an’ a ‘alf Wotans Oi wander Iren’s ‘alls. ‘E let m’ go an’ took ‘er instead. Oi ‘ad per’aps twa ‘ours t’ see ‘er as she failed.”

“Why do you keep saying, I’m told and such?” asked Kurin rather tactlessly.

Tanlin nearly wailed, “‘Cause Oi cannae remember! T’ey say Oi wa’ ‘it be a falling yard wen t’e Princamorn went down. Oi donae remember ‘t! Oi’ve nae ‘istory t’ go wit’ t’e name an’ it only by repute!”

Kurin was at a loss for what to do. She had heard of amnesia from head blows, everyone had. She had never heard of any effective treatment. Still a niggling suspicion ate at the back of her mind.

She held out a tallow-slate and said, “Do you write?”

“O’ course Oi write an’ navigate, too. Oi wa’ t’e Forst Officer, Second Wotch, an’ Share Holder on t’e Princamorn. Oi lost m’ memory, nae m’ mind,” Tanlin retorted tartly.

“I meant no insult, Lady Tanlin,” said Kurin mollifyingly. “I’ve heard that Arrakans write differently than we do in the Naral fleet. Could I see?”

Brightening like sun from behind a cloud, Tanlin said, “Certainly.” She took the proffered tallow-slate in her right hand and wrote quickly and surely with her left. From the right edge. She signed with a flourish. Thank you, Mother, for making me learn this. It was to help in the Arrakan trade. Now it is my shield.

Kurin looked at the neat cursive writing in perplexity. The characters were like none that she had seen before. Her confusion showed on her face, for Tanlin laughed gently, chidingly.

“Tis ye t’at write differently. Arrakans ‘ave been writing such for a t’ousand Gat’erins. ‘T says:

‘Ush little ane, dinnae ye cry.

Nest in t’e ‘ammock’s web, safe from ‘arm,

‘Ear Iren’s Orcas sing far from ye.

‘Appy dreams air yer good charm.’

“Kurti sung ‘t t’ calm m’ as she lay dyin’. M’ name is at t’e end.”

Kurin, who knew that Kurti had been right handed, was convinced. Besides, Tanlin’s knife was placed for a fast left handed draw.

“She was wrong about the Orca though,” said one of the two sailors. “I was port forward lookout, second night watch. From seventh drum, an Orca paced the Grandalor, singing. I stayed past my watch to see and hear as it rolled and leaped, playing. A few minutes after second drum of third watch, it sounded and was not seen again. That was from when the Lady,” he pointed to Tanlin, “woke up, until Kurti died.”

“Is that true about the Orca?” Kurin asked, one eyebrow raised skeptically.

“Oi donae know. W’at’s an Orca sound like? Oi’ve never heard ane t’at Oi know o’. T’ere wa’ an uncanny sound t’at stopped wen she died,” said Tanlin looking curiously at Kurin.

Kurin, who was a good mimic, let out a long, plaintive, rippling call, close to a whistle.

“T’at’s t’e very sound! Oi ‘eard ‘t t’rough t’e ‘ull as Kurti wa’ dying!”

“There you are, Love. I hope that whale wasn’t singing for you! What are you doing?” inquired a light baritone voice. Looking up, Kurin saw Captain Barad standing close. She had seen him many times before but never like this. He was calm and well dressed instead of irritable and slovenly. Even more puzzling, he was smiling fondly at Tanlin.

“Look at t’is, m’ Luve. T’is young ane is selling toys, too!” Tanlin impulsively held out one of Kurin’s Wing Rays for Barad’s inspection. Thoughtfully she added, “Oi t’ink t’at ‘ers are better made t’an ours are.”

Barad attentively looked the toy over before carefully replacing it in its proper place on the board. He smiled tolerantly and gently at Tanlin and said, “You are right Tanlin, my heart. And well they should be. The Craft Masters Council just broke for the afternoon. They have made a decision about you, Kurin. You should hear it from Master Juris, soon.”

Master Juris came striding eagerly up until he saw Barad. His approach became wary. Diverted from his original aim, he addressed Barad truculently, “Captain Barad. What are you and your bullies doing at a Longin booth?”

Once again Barad smiled as though politely asked a reasonable question, “Three things. First, I came to see for myself the toys that I have heard so much about for so long. Second, I wanted to be here to see Kurin when you tell her your news. Third, I was looking for my wife, who has the escort of two of my deck-hands at doctor’s orders. She is not yet fully recovered from serious injuries.” Seeing the effect of his ‘third’, Barad burst out in genuine laughter.

“To you both, may I present my wife, the Lady Tanlin Miken Princamorn, lately First Officer of the Second Watch on the Arrakan vessel Princamorn? She holds full Command and Navigational Certificates from the Arrakan fleet. Just today they were recognized by examination before the Naral fleet Board.”

Kurin and Master Juris were stunned. “Your wife!”

Tanlin rose from her cushion and put an arm affectionately about Barad who put one around her. “Aye, Oi’m ‘is wife an’ ‘appy t’ be!”

Kurin’s curiosity was aroused by what both the deck-hands and Barad had said so she asked Barad, “Why do you call her Lady? Is it some Arrakan custom?”

Tolerantly, Barad replied, “Not that I know of. The crewfolk who were helping Doctor Corin with her recovery started calling her that on their own. The rest of us just followed the fish. You’ve met her. It seems to fit.”

Tanlin turned to Master Juris and added, “If Oi ‘ave ‘eard right, ye ‘ave somet’ing for t’is nice young lady ‘oo ‘as shared ‘er shade and m’ maundering.”

Coming back to the reason for his visit, Master Juris said, “True. Kurin, Captain Mord is bringing the actual item. I’ll let him do the honors.”

Captain Mord arrived with all the Longin’s officers and many of Kurin’s friends in his wake. Bringing up the rear but not staying there, was the entire Craft Masters Council. When all were gathered about, Captain Mord began.

“Kurin Behar Longin, on behalf of the Masters of the Naral fleet, I present to you this Certificate as Journeyman Boat-builder. The Council debated your age, yet none could deny your skills. Your abilities won over even the doubters in the end.

“Not only your submission piece but also every piece of your work that could be located was studied. You are the youngest journeyman in the history of the Naral fleet in any Craft.” He handed the excited Kurin a scroll that was thicker than the usual certificate. When Kurin unrolled it she found a standard journeyman’s certificate but pasted to it was a long piece of paperfish parchment bearing the name of every ship in the fleet and under each ship, all of her Craft Masters.

“I — — — I’m at a loss. I don’t know what to say. Thank you!” said Kurin, her composure shaken.

“Oi do!” yelled Tanlin, “Congratulations!” Turning to Barad and pointing, she said, “Luve, Oi’m ‘ungry. Can we treat t’ese folk from t’at boot’ over t’ere? T’e breeze from ‘t ‘as been makin’ m’ famished, ‘t smells so good. ‘T can be our Announcement Feast as well! T’en all will know Oi’ve t’e finest ‘usband an’ ‘e t’e finest wife!”

“For you, Tanlin, all three moons.” Turning to Mord, Barad said, “There has been bad blood between us. You have no reason to trust me, I own that. I offer you this for a truce between us. For Kurin’s celebration, let the Grandalor pay for all the food from your booth for the next hour. We will not quibble the bill. In return, Tanlin and I spend that hour in your booth with Kurin. It shall be both her celebration and ours too. Our marriage will be celebrated by Arrakan custom and law, with an Announcement Feast open to all.”

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Ice-T

Tracy Lauren Marrow (born February 16, 1958) better known by his stage name Ice-T, is an American rapper and actor. He began his career as a rapper in the 1980s and was signed to Sire Records in 1987, when he released his debut album Rhyme Pays, one of the first hip-hop albums to carry an explicit content sticker. The next year, he founded the record label Rhyme $yndicate Records (named after his collective of fellow hip-hop artists called the 'Rhyme $yndicate') and released another album, Power.

He co-founded the heavy metal band Body Count, which he introduced in his 1991 album O.G.: Original Gangster. Body Count released its self-titled debut album in 1992. Ice-T encountered controversy over his track "Cop Killer", which was perceived to glamorize killing police officers. Ice-T asked to be released from his contract with Warner Bros. Records, and his next solo album, Home Invasion, was released later in February 1993 through Priority Records. Body Count's next album was released in 1994, and Ice-T released two more albums in the late 1990s. Since 2000, he has portrayed NYPD Detective Odafin Tutuola on the NBC police drama Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. On August 1, 2006 the fourth Body Count album Murder 4 Hire was released, followed by Manslaughter on June 10, 2014.

Early life

Tracy Lauren Marrow, son of Solomon and Alice Marrow, was born in Newark, New Jersey. Solomon was an African American, and Alice was Creole. For decades, Solomon worked as a conveyor belt mechanic at the Rapistan Conveyor Company. When Marrow was a child, his family moved to upscale Summit, New Jersey. The first time race played a major part in Marrow's life was at the age of 7, when he became aware of the racism leveled by his white friends toward black children, and that he escaped similar treatment because they thought that Marrow was white because of his lighter skin. Relaying this incident to his mother, she told him, "Honey, people are stupid"; her advice and this incident taught Marrow to control the way the negativity of others affected him.

His mother died of a heart attack when he was in third grade. Solomon raised Marrow as a single father for four years, with help from a housekeeper. Marrow's first experience with an illegal activity occurred after a bicycle that Solomon "bought" him for Christmas was stolen. After Marrow told his father, Solomon shrugged, "Well, then, you ain't got no bike." Marrow stole parts from bicycles and assembled "three or four weird-looking, brightly painted bikes" from the parts; his father either did not notice or never acknowledged this. When Marrow was 12 years old, Solomon died of a heart attack. For many years, AllMusic.com has stated that his parents "died in an auto accident", but Ice-T has stated that it was actually he who had been in a brutal auto accident and that was decades later.

Following his father's death, the orphaned Marrow lived with a nearby aunt briefly, then was sent to live with his other aunt and her husband in View Park-Windsor Hills, an upper middle-class black neighborhood in South Los Angeles. While his cousin Earl was preparing to leave for college, Marrow shared a room with him. Earl was a fan of rock music and listened to only the local rock stations; sharing a room with him spurred Marrow's interest in heavy metal music.

Gangs, criminal life, and the Army

Marrow moved to the Crenshaw District of Los Angeles when he was in the 8th grade. He attended Palms Junior High, which was predominantly made up of white students, and included black students bussed in from South Central. He attended Crenshaw High School, which was almost entirely made up of black students.

Marrow stood out from most of his friends because he did not drink alcohol, smoke tobacco, or use drugs. During high school, gangs began to intensify in the Los Angeles school system. Students who belonged to the Bloods and Crips gangs attended Crenshaw, and fought in the school's halls. Marrow, while never an actual gang member, was more affiliated with the Crips, and began reading the novels of Iceberg Slim, which he memorized and recited to his friends, who enjoyed hearing the excerpts and told him, "Yo, kick some more of that by Ice, T," and the handle stuck. Marrow and other Crips wrote and performed "Crip Rhymes" .

His music career started with the band of the singing group The Precious Few of Crenshaw High School. Marrow and his group opened the show, dancing to a live band. The singers were Thomas Barnes, Ronald Robinson and Lapekas Mayfield.

In 1975, at the age of 17, Marrow began receiving the Social Security benefits resulting from the death of his father and used the money to rent an apartment for $90 a month. He sold cannabis and stole car stereos for money, but he was not making enough money to support his girlfriend and once his daughter was born he joined the United States Army. Marrow served a four-year tour in the 25th Infantry Division. He was in a group that was charged with the theft of a rug. While awaiting trial, he received a $2,500 bonus check and decided to go AWOL, yet he returned a month later after the rug had been returned. As a consequence of his dereliction of duty, Marrow received an Article 15. non-judicial punishment.

During his time in the army, Marrow became interested in hip hop music. He heard Sugar Hill Gang's newly released single "Rapper's Delight," which inspired him to perform his own raps over the instrumentals of this and other early hip-hop records. The music, however, did not fit his lyrics or form of delivery.

During his time in Hawaii as a squad leader at Schofield Barracks, where prostitution was not a heavily prosecuted crime, Marrow met a pimp named Mac. Mac admired that Marrow could quote Iceberg Slim and he taught Marrow how to be a pimp himself. Marrow was also able to purchase stereo equipment cheaply in Hawaii, including two Technics turntables, a mixer, and large speakers. Once equipped, he then began to learn turntablism and rapping.

Towards the end of his time in the Army, Marrow learned from his commanding officer that he could receive an honorable discharge because he was a single father, so he left four months ahead of schedule.

During an episode of the Adam Carolla Podcast that aired on June 6, 2012, Marrow claimed that after being discharged from the Army, he began a career as a bank robber. Using combat skills allegedly acquired in Ranger School, Marrow claimed he and some associates began conducting take-over bank robberies, "...like [in the film] Heat." Marrow then elaborated, explaining, "Only punks go for the drawer, we gotta go for the safe." Although Marrow may have been lying about his bank robbing exploits, he also stated he was glad the United States justice system has a statute of limitations, which had likely expired when Marrow admitted to his involvement in multiple Class 1 Felonies in the early- to mid-1980s.

Music career

Early career

After leaving the Army, Marrow wanted to stay away from gang life and violence and instead make a name for himself as a disc jockey. As a tribute to Iceberg Slim, Marrow adopted the stage name Ice-T. While performing as a DJ at parties, he received more attention for his rapping, which led Ice-T to pursue a career as a rapper. After breaking up with his girlfriend Caitlin Boyd, he returned to a life of crime and robbed jewelry stores with his high school friends. Ice-T's raps later described how he and his friends pretended to be customers to gain access before smashing the display glass with baby sledgehammers.

Ice-T's friends Al P. and Sean E. Sean went to prison. Al P. was caught in 1982 and sent to prison for robbing a high-end jewelry store in Laguna Niguel for $2.5 million in jewelry. Sean was arrested for possession of not only cannabis, which Sean sold, but also material stolen by Ice-T. Sean took the blame and served two years in prison. Ice-T stated that he owed a debt of gratitude to Sean because his prison time allowed him to pursue a career as a rapper. Concurrently, he wound up in a car accident and was hospitalized as a John Doe because he did not carry any form of identification due to his criminal activities. After being discharged from the hospital, he decided to abandon the criminal lifestyle and pursue a professional career rapping. Two weeks after being released from the hospital, he won an open mic competition judged by Kurtis Blow.

Professional career

In 1982, Ice-T met producer Willie Strong from Saturn Records. In 1983, Strong recorded Ice-T's first single, "Cold Wind Madness", also known as "The Coldest Rap", an electro hip-hop record that became an underground success, becoming popular even though radio stations did not play it due to the song's hardcore lyrics. That same year, Ice-T released "Body Rock," another electro hip-hop single that found popularity in clubs. Ice-T then was a featured rapper on "Reckless", a single by DJ Chris "The Glove" Taylor that appeared on the soundtrack for the 1984 movie Breakin'. He next recorded the songs "Ya Don't Quit" and "Dog'n the Wax (Ya Don't Quit-Part II)" with Unknown DJ, who provided a Run–D.M.C.-like sound for the songs.

Ice-T received further inspiration as an artist from Schoolly D's gangsta rap single "P.S.K. What Does It Mean?", which he heard in a club. Ice-T enjoyed the single's sound and delivery, as well as its vague references to gang life, although the real life gang, Park Side Killers, was not named in the song.

Ice-T decided to adopt Schoolly D's style, and wrote the lyrics to his first gangsta rap song, "6 in the Mornin'", in his Hollywood apartment, and created a minimal beat with a Roland TR-808. He compared the sound of the song, which was recorded as a B-Side on the single "Dog'n The Wax", to that of the Beastie Boys. The single was released in 1986, and he learned that "6 in the Mornin'" was more popular in clubs than its A-side, leading Ice-T to rap about Los Angeles gang life, which he described more explicitly than any previous rapper. He intentionally did not represent any particular gang, and wore a mixture of red and blue clothing and shoes to avoid antagonizing gang-affiliated listeners, who debated his true affiliation.

Ice-T finally landed a deal with a major label Sire Records. When label founder and president Seymour Stein heard his demo, he said, "He sounds like Bob Dylan." Shortly after, he released his debut album Rhyme Pays in 1987 supported by DJ Evil E, DJ Aladdin and producer Afrika Islam, who helped create the mainly party-oriented sound. The record wound up being certified gold by the RIAA. That same year, he recorded the title theme song for Dennis Hopper's Colors, a film about inner-city gang life in Los Angeles. His next album Power was released in 1988, under his own label Rhyme Syndicate, and it was a more assured and impressive record, earning him strong reviews and his second gold record. Released in 1989, The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech... Just Watch What You Say established his popularity by matching excellent abrasive music with narrative and commentative lyrics. In the same year, he appeared on Hugh Harris's single Alice.

In 1991, he released his album O.G. Original Gangster, which is regarded as one of the albums that defined gangsta rap. On OG, he introduced his heavy metal band Body Count in a track of the same name. Ice-T toured with Body Count on the first annual Lollapalooza concert tour in 1991, gaining him appeal among middle-class teenagers and fans of alternative music genres. The album Body Count was released in March 1992. For his appearance on the heavily collaborative track "Back on the Block", a composition by jazz musician Quincy Jones that "attempt[ed] to bring together black musical styles from jazz to soul to funk to rap", Ice-T won a Grammy Award for the Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group, an award shared by others who worked on the track including Jones and fellow jazz musician Ray Charles.

Controversy later surrounded Body Count over its song "Cop Killer". The rock song was intended to speak from the viewpoint of a criminal getting revenge on racist, brutal cops. Ice-T's rock song infuriated government officials, the National Rifle Association and various police advocacy groups. Consequently, Time Warner Music refused to release Ice-T's upcoming album Home Invasion because of the controversy surrounding "Cop Killer". In some of his songs some may assume that it will increase the amount of crimes and bad behavior because he talks about how much he hates the police which can influence others to do the same.Johnson, James D., Lee Anderson Jackson, and Leslie Gatto. "Violent attitudes and deferred academic aspirations: Deleterious effects of exposure to rap music." Basic and Applied Social Psychology 16.1-2 (1995): 27-41. Ice-T suggested that the furor over the song was an overreaction, telling journalist Chuck Philips "...they've done movies about nurse killers and teacher killers and student killers. Arnold Schwarzenegger blew away dozens of cops as the Terminator. But I don't hear anybody complaining about that." In the same interview, Ice-T suggested to Philips that the misunderstanding of Cop Killer, the misclassification of it as a rap song (not a rock song), and the attempts to censor it had racial overtones: "The Supreme Court says it's OK for a white man to burn a cross in public. But nobody wants a black man to write a record about a cop killer."

When Ice split amicably with Sire/Warner Bros. Records after a dispute over the artwork of the album Home Invasion, he reactivated Rhyme Syndicate and formed a deal with Priority Records for distribution. Priority released Home Invasion in the spring of 1993. The album peaked at #9 on Billboard magazine's Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and at #14 on the Billboard 200, spawning several singles including "Gotta Lotta Love", "I Ain't New To This" and "99 Problems" – which would later inspire Jay-Z to record a version with new lyrics in 2003.

Ice-T had also collaborated with certain other heavy metal bands during this time period. For the film Judgment Night, he did a duet with Slayer on the track "Disorder". In 1995, Ice-T made a guest performance on Forbidden by Black Sabbath. Another album of his, VI - Return of the Real, was released in 1996, followed by The Seventh Deadly Sin in 1999.

His first rap album since 1999, Gangsta Rap, was released on October 31, 2006. The album's cover, which "shows [Ice-T] lying on his back in bed with his ravishing wife's ample posterior in full view and one of her legs coyly draped over his private parts," was considered to be too suggestive for most retailers, many of which were reluctant to stock the album. Some reviews of the album were unenthusiastic, as many had hoped for a return to the political raps of Ice-T's most successful albums.

Ice-T appears in the film Gift. One of the last scenes includes Ice-T and Body Count playing with Jane's Addiction in a version of the Sly and the Family Stone song "Don't Call Me Nigger, Whitey."

Besides fronting his own band and rap projects, Ice-T has also collaborated with other hard rock and metal bands, such as Icepick, Motörhead, Slayer, Pro-Pain, and Six Feet Under. He has also covered songs by hardcore punk bands such as The Exploited, Jello Biafra, and Black Flag. Ice-T made an appearance at Insane Clown Posse's Gathering of the Juggalos (2008 edition). Ice-T was also a judge for the 7th annual Independent Music Awards to support independent artists. His 2012 film Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap features a who's who of underground and mainstream rappers.

In November 2011, Ice-T announced via Twitter that he was in the process of collecting beats for his next LP which was expected sometime during 2012, but as of October 2014, the album has not been released. A new Body Count album, however, is scheduled for 2017.

Acting career

Ice-T's first film appearances were in the motion pictures, Breakin' (1984), and its sequel, Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo (1985). These films were released before Ice-T released his first LP, although he appears on the soundtrack to Breakin'. He has since stated he considers the films and his own performance in them to be "wack".

In 1991, he embarked on a serious acting career, portraying police detective Scotty Appleton in Mario Van Peebles' action thriller New Jack City, gang leader Odessa (alongside Denzel Washington and John Lithgow) in Ricochet (1991), gang leader King James in Trespass (1992), followed by a notable lead role performance in Surviving the Game (1994), in addition to many supporting roles, such as J-Bone in Johnny Mnemonic (1995), and the marsupial mutant T-Saint in Tank Girl (1995). He was also interviewed in the Brent Owens documentary Pimps Up, Ho's Down, in which he claims to have had an extensive pimping background before getting into rap. He is quoted as saying "once you max something out, it ain't no fun no more. I couldn't really get no farther." He goes on to explain his pimping experience gave him the ability to get into new businesses. "I can't act, I really can't act, I ain't no rapper, it's all game. I'm just working these niggas." Later he raps at the Players Ball.

In 1993, Ice-T along with other rappers and the three Yo! MTV Raps hosts Ed Lover, Doctor Dré and Fab 5 Freddy starred in the comedy Who's the Man?, directed by Ted Demme. In the movie, he is a drug dealer who gets really frustrated when someone calls him by his real name, "Chauncey," rather than his street name, "Nighttrain."

In 1995, Ice-T had a recurring role as vengeful drug dealer Danny Cort on the television series New York Undercover, co-created by Dick Wolf. His work on the series earned him the 1996 NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series. In 1997, he co-created the short-lived series Players, produced by Wolf. This was followed by a role as pimp Seymour "Kingston" Stockton in Exiled: A Law & Order Movie (1998). These collaborations led Wolf to add Ice-T to the cast of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Since 2000 he has portrayed Odafin "Fin" Tutuola, a former undercover narcotics officer transferred to the Special Victims Unit. In 2002, the NAACP awarded Ice-T with a second Image Award, again for Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series, for his work on Law & Order: SVU.

Around 1995, Ice-T co-presented a UK-produced magazine television series on black culture, Baadasss TV.

In 1997, Ice-T had a pay-per-view special titled Ice-T's Extreme Babes which appeared on Action PPV, formerly owned by BET networks.

In 1999, Ice-T starred in the HBO movie Stealth Fighter as a United States Naval Aviator who fakes his own death, steals a F-117 stealth fighter, and threatens to destroy United States military bases. He also acted in the movie Sonic Impact, released the same year.

Ice-T made an appearance on the comedy television series Chappelle's Show as himself presenting the award for "Player Hater of the Year" at the "Player-Haters Ball", a parody of his own appearance at the Players Ball. He was dubbed the "Original Player Hater."

Beyond Tough, a 2002 documentary series, aired on Discovery Channel about the world's most dangerous and intense professions, such as alligator wrestlers and Indy 500 pit crews, was hosted by Ice-T.

In 2007, Ice-T appeared as a celebrity guest star on the MTV sketch comedy show Short Circuitz. Also in late 2007, he appeared in the short-music film Hands of Hatred, which can be found online.

Ice-T was interviewed for the Cannibal Corpse retrospective documentary Centuries of Torment, as well as appearing in Chris Rock's 2009 documentary Good Hair, in which he reminisced about going to school in hair curlers.

A 2016 advertisement for GEICO features Ice-T behind a lemonade stand run by children. When people ask if it's Ice-T, the actor yells back, "No, it's lemonade!"

Voice acting

Ice-T voiced Madd Dogg in the video game Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, as well as Agent Cain in Sanity: Aiken's Artifact. He also appears as himself in Def Jam: Fight for NY and UFC: Tapout fighting video games.

He also voiced the character Aaron Griffin in the video game Gears of War 3.

He was the voice of Jackie A in Tommy and the Cool Mule.

He voiced over the "LawBreakers" announcement trailer.

Other ventures

Podcasting

On December 27, 2013, Ice-T announced that he was entering podcasting in a deal with the Paragon Collective. Ice-T co-hosts the Ice-T: Final Level podcast with his longtime friend and manager, Mick Benzo (known as Zulu Beatz on Sirius XM). They discuss relevant issues, movies, video games, and do a behind the scenes of Law Order: SVU segment with featured guests from the entertainment world. The show will release new episodes bi-weekly. Guests have included Jim Norton. Ice-T released his first episode on January 7 to many accolades.

Reality television

On October 20, 2006, Ice-T's Rap School aired and was a reality television show on VH1. It was a spin-off of the British reality show Gene Simmons' Rock School, which also aired on VH1. In Rap School, rapper/actor Ice-T teaches eight teens from York Preparatory School in New York called the "York Prep Crew" ("Y.P. Crew" for short). Each week, Ice-T gives them assignments and they compete for an imitation gold chain with a microphone on it. On the season finale on November 17, 2006, the group performed as an opening act for Public Enemy.

On June 12, 2011, E! reality show Ice Loves Coco debuted. The show is mostly about his relationship with his wife of ten years, Nicole "Coco" Austin.

Style and influence

Ice-T cites writer Iceberg Slim and rapper Schoolly D as influences, with Iceberg Slim's novels guiding his skills as a lyricist. His favorite heavy rock acts are Edgar Winter, Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. His hip hop albums helped shape the gangsta rap style, with music journalists tracing works of artists such as Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G., Eminem and N.W.A to "6 in the Mornin'".

His love of rock music led Ice-T to use electric guitar in the instrumentation of his hip hop albums in order to provide his songs with edge and power, and to make his raps harder; he used the fusion of rock and hip hop of Rick Rubin-produced acts like Beastie Boys, Run-DMC and LL Cool J, which featured rock samples in their songs. His work with Body Count, whose 1992 debut album Ice-T described as a "rock album with a rap mentality", is described as paving the way for the success of rap rock fusions by bands like Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit; however, Ice-T states that the band's style does not fuse the two genres, and is solely a rock band. He is also a fan of the British singer Phil Collins; Collins claimed he was "incredibly flattered" when he learned this.

Personal life

In 1976, Marrow's girlfriend Adrienne gave birth to their daughter LeTesha (born March 20, 1976) and they attended high school while raising her. While filming Breakin' in 1984, he met his second girlfriend Darlene Ortiz, who had been at the club in which the film was being shot. They began a relationship and Ortiz was featured on the covers of Rhyme Pays and Power. Ice-T and Ortiz had son Ice Tracy Marrow in 1992. Ice-T married swimsuit model Nicole "Coco Marie" Austin in January 2002. In celebration of their impending 10th wedding anniversary, the couple renewed their wedding vows on June 4, 2011. They own a condominium in North Bergen, New Jersey, and built a home in Edgewater, New Jersey that was completed at the end of 2012. On July 27, 2015, Austin said she had announced three days earlier, on the set of their newly-begun talk show Ice & Coco, that she and Ice-T were expecting their first child together. On August 3, 2015, they revealed they are having a girl and would be naming her Chanel. On November 28, 2015, the couple announced their child had been born, without specifying a date.

Activism

During the popularity of Public Enemy, Ice-T was closely associated with the band and his recordings of the time showed a similar political viewpoint. He was referred to as "The Soldier of the Highest Degree" in the booklet for Fear of a Black Planet and mentioned on the track "Leave This Off Your F***in' Charts". He also collaborated with fellow anti-censorship campaigner Jello Biafra on his album The Iceberg/Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say!.

On June 5, 2008, Ice-T joked that he would be voting for John McCain in the 2008 American elections, speculating that his past affiliation with Body Count could hurt Barack Obama's chances if he endorsed him, so he'd choose instead to ruin John McCain's campaign by saying he supported him.

Personal disputes

LL Cool J

Ice-T had a non-publicized feud with LL Cool J in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Apparently, this was instigated by LL's claim to be "the baddest rapper in the history of rap itself". Ice-T recorded disses against LL on his 1988 album Power. On the album was the track, "I'm Your Pusher", in which a rap music addict declines to buy an LL Cool J record. The album also contains the posse rap track, "The Syndicate", which took aim at LL's lyrical ability, claiming that rapping about oneself so frequently was a "first grade topic". The song also mocked the song's hook "I'm Bad", which identified it as an LL diss specifically. In the book Check the Technique: Linear Notes for the Hip-Hop Junkies, Ice-T said that the song "Girls L.G.B.N.A.F." was also intended as a diss to LL Cool J, by making a crude song to contrast with the love songs that LL was making at the time.

On LL's response, To da Break of Dawn in 1990, he dissed Kool Moe Dee (whose feud with LL was far more publicized) as well as MC Hammer. He then devoted the third verse of the song to dissing Ice-T, mocking his rap ability ("take your rhymes around the corner to rap rehab"), his background ("before you rapped, you was a downtown car thief"), and his style ("a brother with a perm deserves to get burned"). He also suggested that the success of Power was due to the appearance of Ice-T's girlfriend Darlene on the album cover. Ice-T appeared to have ignored the insults and he had also defended LL Cool J after his arrest in the song "Freedom of Speech".

In August 2012, Ice-T said that the rivalry was "never serious" and that he needed a nemesis to create "an exciting dispute".

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em

In June 2008, on DJ Cisco's Urban Legend mixtape, Ice-T criticized DeAndre Cortez "Soulja Boy Tell 'Em" Way for "killing hip hop" and his song "Crank That" for being "garbage" compared to the works of other hip-hop artists such as Rakim, Das EFX, Big Daddy Kane and Ice Cube. One of the comments in the exchange was when Ice-T told Way to "eat a dick". The two then traded numerous videos back and forth over the Internet. These videos included a cartoon and video of Ice-T dancing on Way's behalf and an apology, but reiteration of his feelings that Way's music "sucks", on Ice-T's behalf. Rapper Kanye West defended Way saying “He came from the ‘hood, made his own beats, made up a new saying, new sound and a new dance with one song.”

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Chapter 10a: Grandalor : A New Tack

That same night, aboard the Grandalor, a very different council was underway. Barad gazed at his wife in one chair and Master Selked in the other. He made sure that the door was secure. He sat and fidgeted with a Three Dragons die. It was plain that something was bothering him. The others waited quietly for him to speak.

“Selked,” he began at last, “you know the whole plan to strike at the Longin. Please tell Tanlin exactly what the plan is and how it is to be carried out.”

“Is that wise, Captain?” Selked asked carefully. “She has already played a part in the plan but she may do her part best if she remains ignorant of the whole.”

Barad thought a moment, fidgeting with the die. A Dragon turned up. He replied, “It was Kurti who first brought your objections to my attention. Her untimely death and then the turmoil of finding Tanlin drove things out of my mind for a space.

“Now I want to hear you out and, at the same time, inform Lady Tanlin. Whether it is wise or not, she has asked me what the plan is. Mister Morgu and myself are blinded by our separate desires for revenge. I want her to hear it from you because you are opposed to it but have carried out your part. I want to see clear to the horizon on this matter. I thought that I did until I learned of your opposition. Please speak freely. We are friends of old, and I respect your ideas even when I disagree with them.”

Selked leaned back in his chair and steepled his hands as he organized his thoughts. “You must know first that I trust you. I believe that you can carry out your plan successfully or I would have no part in it.”

He turned to face Tanlin squarely. “In short, Captain Barad has a long standing grudge against the Longin.” When she heard this, Tanlin looked stricken. “It was Mister Morgu who proposed this plan for revenge and Captain Barad agreed to it. The plan is a covert murder. An Ord spine is to be pierced into the food of the victim, causing a slow and untraceable poisoning. Morgu chose the girl Kurin as the target because of her importance to the Longin.”

Tanlin started up in angry horror at the revelation but was quelled by Selked’s upraised hand. “Hear me out, Lady Tanlin. I have more to say. I was asked to speak my opposition. Captain Barad rarely asks for other opinions unless he truly wants them.

He turned and faced Barad squarely before speaking, “Briefly, Captain, I believe that you have chosen the wrong action because you have failed to sort out what your grudges actually are. May I elucidate?”

Barad thought that over for a moment before answering. Frowning in concentration, he replied, “Please go on. This plan seemed good but it has bothered me. Perhaps you can clear up my difficulty.”

Relieved, Selked plunged forward. “Sir, with due respect, you do not hate the Longin and never have. Your grudge has always been with Mord Halyn, the Longin’s captain. One person, not a whole ship.”

Barad thought over his many years of hate and looked at the die in his nervous fingers. A skelt.

Selked leaned forward in his chair and said intently, “Mister Morgu does hate the Longin and not any one person of the ship. The Longin’s crew exposed his first counterfeiting scheme and got him voted off his ship. Now, Morgu has made you the tool of his revenge.

“I suspect that you do understand why Captain Mord tried to expose you when you came to the Captain’s Council to be confirmed, so many Gatherings ago. True, he had little or nothing to gain by doing so. He is no fool but he is rigidly honest and fair. He believed your election false and tried to prove it, simply because he believed it wrong.”

Sympathetically, Selked leaned forward in his chair and laid a hand on Barad’s knee as he went on, “I have no wish to hurt you, my friend, by bringing her up, but before your first wife, Teralat, died, you would have understood his opposition. I thought that the feeling part of you died with her. Now I think that you only covered it up.

“I feared for your sanity when you lost Kurti, too, even if you and she could never have married. She had become your keel. Tanlin’s awakening seems to have been a gift of the Dragons that benefits you both. She gave you a clear course through the reefs of your grief and you have preserved her through her memory loss.

“For you, Morgu’s plan strikes the wrong target for the wrong reasons,” Selked went on. “There’s no profit in it for you or our ship. Even by the old Barad’s standard, that’s wrong. We should gain by what we do.

“If you want to hit at Mord, it is fair to hit at his ship as a whole: cost them fishing waters or get a Council ruling that harms their trade. It is spiteful to strike at them through an innocent like Kurin.”

Barad, deep in thought, turned to Tanlin and asked, “What do you think of what Master Selked has said?”

She took a deep breath thinking, Barad ‘asn’t even told ‘is closest friend t’e trut’ about us. Oi must remain Tanlin, even in private. Oi’ve got to’ conn t’is ship by Arrakan t’ought, and replied, “Oi agree wit’ ‘im for a differ’nt reason. Oi only just ‘eard o’ yer grudge against Ca’tain Mord but ‘e wa’ at our Announcement Feast by yer invitation, a public renunciation o’ yer ‘ate. Kurin wa’ also at our Wedding Feast. I’ she were our enemy, she should ‘ave been barred from ‘t. By Arrakan law and custom, w’ich ye claimed for our wedding, ye ‘ave t’ drop t’is.

“I’ we’re forsworn, we must part an’ can never remarry.” She buried her face in her hands, rich brown hair cascading down about her as she said in a shaking vioce, “I’ ye gae forward, I must find ot'er quarters an’ anot'er ship. Oi donnae won’t t’ lose ye, ‘Eart o’ Mine!” Startled, she realized that both her thoughts and words had framed themselves in Arrakan. Oi wonder i’ Oi’ll ever forget t’at Oi wa’ once anot’er?

Barad looked at her, amazed. “You have both gone to the point immediately. There is high risk and no profit. I have always tried to be direct rather than maliciously spiteful, Selked. You are right.

“As to your point, Tanlin, you are also correct. I did claim Arrakan custom for our marriage. I had forgotten that part of the Arrakan custom of Announcement Feasts. If I don’t put aside my whole rancor toward Captain Mord, who was an invited guest at our feast, then all of our vows at that feast will be forsworn.” He regarded her for some time before going on. Tanlin now clings to Arrakan ways and behavior so firmly that she might actually take this the whole way to its end. He saw a Dragon tide pulling the safe water from under him leaving only hard, jagged coral under his keel. Suddenly, he said decisively, “Tanlin, our love is more important to me than any hate. This plan is done.”

Tanlin leaned back in her chair in relief and asked, “Wa’ picking up t’at crazy boy, Silor, an’ sinkin’ ‘is boat like t’at part o’ t’e plot?”

Barad, glanced at the die in his now calm hand. A Wide Wing. Looking to be at ease with his decision, answered, “It was. I’ve known him for the last five Gatherings and milked him for information about the Longin. Where Kurin is concerned he’s so far onto dry land that the horizon hides any sight of water.”

“W’at’ll we do wit’ ‘im now?” asked Tanlin with genuine concern.

Barad considered carefully before he answered, “Now, I guess, we will have to help him sell his indenture to the Arrakan fleet. Once he’s away from Kurin, he should be OK.”

“Ye’re t’ good, m’ Luve. T’wad be easier an’ safer t’ repair ‘is boat an’ put ‘im bock on ‘is way t’ t’e Pollant fleet.”

“True, but I have known him for Gatherings and he is basically a good sort. He deserves the best chance that I can give him for the help that he has given me.” Barad smiled wryly, “It’s your influence on me, Lady of my Heart.”

“Still,” Selked remarked, “we need to inform Mister Morgu that the plan is off. And we need to make it impossible to carry out. Many have guessed that we meant to do more with that Ord than try to catch Strong Skins.”

“A wise precaution. I will make this a logged event with formal standing orders.” Barad stood and offered Tanlin a hand up. “Tanlin, my dear, will you assemble the officers and Masters in the Mess, please? I will address them this morning at 10:00.”

Tanlin left at once to notify everyone of the meeting. W’at kind o’ mon ‘ave Oi married t’at could ‘arbor t’is monstrous plot? Then she answered herself, T’e kind o’ mon t’at could drop a costly venture t’e instant t’at ‘e believed ‘t t’ be wrong, t’at’s w’at kind o’ mon ‘e is!

She found First Officer Timms on the quarter-deck, off duty, quietly watching sea glitter in the light of the rising Wohan. Long thin clouds glowed around their edges. The pale golden light of the early part of the moon-rise gilded the masts and yards of the sleeping fleet about them. “Tis beautiful, is ‘t nae, Mister Timms?”

“Aye, that it is. I’m in charge of the Day Watches, so I don’t get to see the sight as often as I would like,” he said quietly. “I wager that you came for a different reason, though.”

“Oi’m only newly come t’ t’is ship, an’ ye know m’ so well,” she said wryly.

“No, Ma’am, but I do know Barad and you’ve been closeted with him and Master Selked this last hour.”

“Little escapes yer eye,” she said, leaning comfortably on the rail. “Ye an’ all yer wotch officers are needed in t’e mess for a meeting wit’ t’e Ca’tain. New standing orders. T’will be at 10:00 A.M.”

“Aye, Ma’am. We’ll be there,” he responded smartly.

She went on with her rounds of the shops and crew. She ended at the Captain’s cabin for some much needed rest.

Her dreams were troubled. Two seabirds squabbled over a fish. And she was the fish. Children played at tug-o-war and she was the rope, frayed and near to breaking. She whimpered in her sleep. An arm gripped and held her gently. She calmed and smiled in her slumber. Safe now.

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“Lady, your watch is over.”

“Oi know t’at, Forst Officer Karas. We ‘ave special orders from t’e Ca’tain. Send a runner t’ assemble t’e wotch.” She seized the wrist of the watch-drummer as he was about to beat ‘Assembly.’

“We are still under silence. Go, bring t’em all. Quietly. Nae so muckle as a shout. Lookoots t’.” One look at the cold gray eyes lit by the shielded watch lamp convinced him. He went swiftly and silently. Only a bit more creaking from the rigging told of sailors going up to get the high lookouts and bring them down. Men and women were assembling before the quarter-deck.

Shortly, the entire watch was assembled. They had got the idea that silence was needed and waited for her to speak.

“We are changing t’e protocol o’ orders. T’e drums’re t’ be silenced. Nae shouting. Orders’ll be delivered by runner. We are doubling t’e lookoots. Ane’ll run messages. Utter silence’s essential. Does ever’ane understand t’is?”

A nervous sailor, nameless in the crowd said, “Clear, Ma’am, but for one thing. Why?”

“We ‘ad a mutiny.” The shocked looks that this simple statement caused made her clarify, “Direct orders were willfully disobeyed. An innocent person, nae o’ t’e Grandalor wa’ murdered in circumstances t’at implicate most o’ t’e ship. Soon t’ere’ll be a ‘unt up, ‘ence t’e silence. Anyt’in’ more’ll ‘ave t’ come from t’e Ca’tain ‘imsel’. Oi understand t’at ‘e’ll address t’e ‘ole crew tomorrow morning.

“Lookoots: rig bosun’s chairs from t’e ‘ighest points o’ masthead t’at can be reached. We need all t’e warning t’at we can get.

“Each mast crew an’ t’e jibs, choose runners t’ stay ‘ere an’ return t’ yer stations. Be ready for a major course change. Go!”

The course change was done with only the sound of rigging creaking and protesting as the sails were set for the new course. The Grandalor heeled over on her new tack and the rhythm of the waves driven asunder by her bows changed. Tanlin pointed out a constellation to the helmswoman.

“Make due for t’at group o’ stars. We Arrakans call t’at constellation ‘t’e Fangs.’ W’at do ye folk call ‘t?”

The woman did not pause from hauling on the steering tackle to set the course exactly as she answered, “Near enough the same. That’s the Dragon’s Jaws.”

“T’ank ye. Let t’e next wotch know t’at Oi’ll be up t’ tell t’em o’ any change or even t’at t’ere’s nae change.”

“Very good, Ma’am.” The helmswoman finished trimming their course and added, “Permission to speak frankly?”

Tanlin scanned the tidy decks and rig of the big square-rigger to be sure of their privacy before answering. “Speak, an’ t’at wit’oot fear. Ye are Dragon safe in m’ ‘ands.”

“Strange expression that. Arrakan?”

Tanlin checked their course and, satisfied responded, “Aye. W’at ye say ends ‘ere. Oi’ll neither reveal ‘t wit’oot yer permission nae ‘old ‘t against ye.”

The helmswoman made a minute adjustment as the wind changed a tiny bit. “I saw you look about the ship before answering. What did you see?”

Mystified, Tanlin answered, “W’at should Oi see? A neat an’ well run ship. I’ t’ere a point t’ t’is?”

“It will be clear in a moment. The Grandalor has always been a ship of last resort. The refuge of those in need of a last chance. Few of us came eagerly. Many of us, myself included, owe our very lives to this ship. We were not a happy crew and she has not been a happy ship. That changed some Wohans back.

“You’ve never seen the Grandalor as anything but shipshape. Do you know when it became a neat, well run ship? It began when your cousin was chosen as Barad’s cabin-girl. She was one of those who dove to survey the wreck of the Princamorn. She was made Captain’s cabin-girl only a few weeks after your ship was wrecked. Nobody expected her to live for very long after that, or ever to see her again. Barad’s cabin-girls used to disappear.

“While you lay in that coma, Kurti had an effect on the Captain that nobody else ever had. It was a good effect for all of us, in small ways. We started to be more ship-shape because she got the Captain to pay more favorable attention to our work.

“She was allowed freedom of the ship, and to go armed. No cabin-girl and few of the crew ever before had such freedoms! Only she, Barad and Doctor Corin knew that she was dying.

“Kurti got a treatment resistant case of lung parasites when she dove on the Princamorn.” The helmswoman shuddered at the memory. “That’s an awful way to go. Barad himself carried her to sickbay the morning of her final attack. We’re pretty sure that he loved her even though they could never have married. We really thought he’d go mad from grief.

“I was right here at the tiller tackle when the Orca Whale came and sang for her. It was so weird. It sang and jumped for over two hours. I guess that Dark Iren sent it to give you to us when he took her.

“You know how the Captain watched over your recovery. What you don’t seem to know is that you continued the good that Kurti started. That’s what is important to us all. We in the crew are glad for you both.

“You and Kurti looked so much alike that you were mistaken for her when you were brought aboard,” Darkistry paused and admired the rising of swift little Dorac, setting the sea to glittering orange flame with it’s early light. “Nobody that knows you for ten minutes can mistake you for her. It’s been discussed, gossiped about and dropped.

“I did say that things were better in small ways. Happiness doesn’t come from a big thing. It’s the pile of little things. We’re happy now and proud of our ship.

“The whole Night, all three watches, voted to tell you this. We’d reserved the main square at the Gathering so that we could all do this for you both. In public for all to see.”

She dropped to one knee, held out her hands, palm up. Tanlin, guessing what was coming, held out hers, palm down and clasped the woman’s hands. The helmswoman said steadily, in spite of obvious emotion, “I, Darkistry Colm Grinna, now of the Grandalor alone, pledge myself to the Captain, Barad, the Lady Tanlin, and the Grandalor, my Ship. Behind me in this oath stand the whole of all three Night-Watches. We shall bear no other name but Grandalor.”

“Oi hope ye forgive m’,” said Tanlin, near choking on the lump of joy in her throat, “but Oi must say t’at Oi donnae belong in such an oath. ‘T should be t’ t’e Ca’tain alone.”

Darkistry said thoughtfully, “We considered that. You can’t navigate without both sea and sky. It’s the two of you who make this ship work. It must be both or naught. We have not forgotten that even at his worst, Barad stood by us and gave us a ship and a chance. With your coming we got pride as well. We will not let the two of you down in your need. We will stand by you to Iren’s Halls.”

Tanlin took a deep breath and said, “T’en Oi must take yer oath as tis dune in t’e Arrakan fleet, ‘oose custom Oi know,” and she took Darkistry’s hands into a different grip, so that neither had a hand above the other. “For m’ Ca’tain, Barad Maks Grandalor an’ m’sel’, Tanlin Miken Princamorn, Oi take yer oath. Yer life’ll be as safe in our ‘ands as t’e Dragons allow. Ye are now adopted t’ t’is ship, nae only signed on as crew, but given an’ freely taking ‘ts name.

“T’ese ‘ands are equal, Oi nae ‘igher, nae ye lower. Toget’er, we are ane ship. Stand wit’ m’.”

Darkistry looked into Tanlin’s face and saw tears of joy limned by the pale light of Dorac now clear of the horizon. She stood.

“Oi must tell t’e Ca’tain, an’ Log t’is event. Oi’m glad t’ know ye, Darkistry Colm Grandalor.”

“Will you go find Mister Karas first? Just say, ‘It is done.’ He will know what you mean.”

“Oi’ll do ’t. ‘E’s up by t’e mizzen mast,” said Tanlin, going forward. She found First Officer Karas in conversation with his second officer, Mikalat. She touched his shoulder and said, “Tis dune.”

He began to kneel but she stopped him with a gentle hand.

“Give yer oath t’ t’e Ca’tain ‘imsel’, tomorrow. T’ere’ll be a general assembly o’ t’e crew t’ explain w’at’s ‘appened. ‘E’ll be glad o’ t’e support.”

Back in their cabin, Barad noticed that Tanlin was not coming to bed. She was busily preparing papers and striking names from the watch-book and Log.

“What are you doing, Tanlin? It is far too late to be faking papers. Falsehood cannot get us out of this mess.”

“Ye ’ave been t’e master o’ t’at art,” she smiled at him. “‘Owever, t’ere’s nae false ‘ere. Only trut’. T’will gladden ye t’ know t’at all t’ree o’ t’e night-wotches ‘ave just been adopted an’ sworn t’ ye and m’. T’ese parchments are t’ confirm t’e fact.”

Barad’s brow furrowed. “All of them? That’s nearly a third of the crew. How did it happen and how did you get into their oath?”

“Luve,” she said gravely, “t’ey were goin’ t’ do ‘t in public at t’e Gat’ering. Wen t’at became impossible, t’ey deputed t’e ‘elmswumon, Darkistry, t’ swear for t’em all. Oi protested bein’ in t’e oath but t’ey wad ‘ave ‘t nae ot’er way. Said ‘t wa’ t’e twa o’ us ‘ad made t’em a ‘appy ship.”

“Perhaps I have undervalued their happiness. I have never had anything like this happen before …” he trailed away in thought.

“‘Appiness’s a ‘ard t’ing t’ calculate,” she responded calmly turning back to her documents.

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The next morning Kurti woke just before the watch drum and looked at the man beside her. That was an interesting night. I wonder how much the Captain will want to know? I’ll find out soon enough, I guess. I can only have one loyalty. To myself. For now, that means I’m with the Captain like glue in Strong Skin. Selked’s arm reached out in his sleep and she snuggled in close under it and held him gently.

Back in the Captain’s cabin, Kurti was in the process of getting dressed for breakfast when Barad came in from his early inspection. She was pleased to see that, though he was dressed in working clothes, they were both clean and neat.

He smiled to see her back in his cabin but spoke abruptly, “Tell me about last night. I do not want to know about his bed practices unless there is something I can turn to advantage. Tell me instead what you talked about.”

Kurti walked over and closed the cabin door before answering. “There are two things that you should know for certain. The first is that, like myself, he has thrown his lot in with you without reservation. He will do what you want as well as it can be done. The second is that you are engaged in a project that he disapproves of. He would not say what it was. How did he put it …? Oh, yes, ‘This idea’s not like the Captain’s usually is. It’s spiteful. No profit in it that I can see.’

“I don’t know if I should bring up the other part of what he told me, still, your order is to tell.” She stepped across the distance between them and took his hand. “He told me about Teralas and Teralat, the twins from the Muline that the two of you married over twenty-five Gatherings ago. How the four of you were inseparable and happy until that epidemic of fire-cough swept the ship — Captain,” she looked squarely into his eyes, “I’m sorry.” Impulsively she pulled Barad close and held him in a gentle hug.

“He said that after the epidemic you became a different man. More calculating. Somewhat after that, he helped you to seize the Captaincy.”

Barad sat heavily into a chair. “For these last few weeks, I have not thought of Teralat, or not so that it hurt. The last that I dreamed of her, she was no longer fevered and coughing up blood. Instead, she smiled. I woke from that dream holding you.

“Until recently, I had not realized why I feel as I do. I’ve kept the pain of her death at bay for over twenty-five Gatherings by cutting off my feelings and calculating my actions.”

Barad looked at her with a twisted smile, clearly calculating something more. “Kurti, how would you like to die?”

She was taken aback, horrified. “Sir! I only did what you wanted! I don’t want to die!”

“Calm yourself. I would never hurt you but I can’t marry you.” Almost absently he observed, “Arrakans are commonly left handed. Being close to you, I’ve noticed that, though you usually favor your right hand, you are ambidextrous.

“Just over four Wohans back, in Arrakan fleet waters we came upon the foundering Princamorn. We rescued survivors and salvage, including a rare beauty with a head injury, your left handed cousin, Tanlin Miken Princamorn. Her, I could marry, if she were interested, of course.” He looked to see if she were on his course.

“Ca’tain Barad, t’is so sudden,” Kurti blurted in a truly excellent Arrakan accent, a verbal thicket resembling a cross between Highland Scots and Cockney. “Oi’m ‘ardly oot o’ yer sickbay. Doctor Corin’s told m’ t’at Oi was struck by a fallin’ yard wen t’ Princamorn ‘it t’ reef. Oi went into t’ woter. Oi dinnae remember muckle before t’at. T’e Doctor says t’at Oi may never recall it. ‘Ead wounds often do t’at.

“Oi do feel some sadness for t’ girl t’at t’ey brought in wit’ lung parasites t’is morn. Your doctor said she may nae pull t’rough. Kurti looked at him, relieved and delighted by the turn of events. A way out! Even legal, sort of …

A huge smile threatened to split Barad’s head in two. “Odd how some things work out. Your already recorded visits to sick-bay will become treatments for lung parasites picked up during your survey dives on the wreck. You go into sick bay and die, she wakes up and comes out. You get a funeral. The exotic amnesiac lady and the Captain get married, all legal and open.”

At Kurti’s mute nod, Captain Barad picked her up in his massive arms and told her, “You’ve seen parasite infections before. Our life together depends on this. You’re dying.”

Kurti took the sharp dagger that Barad had given her and nicked her forearm deeply. She sucked blood into her mouth and gargled it to froth which she let dribble down her chin and neck and spill onto the floor.

An apparently grief stricken Barad dashed through the passageways of the Grandalor, a choking, bleeding Kurti in his arms. They surprised many of the crew both on and off watch as they rushed past on the way to the sickbay, the coughing Kurti leaving spatters of frothy blood on the deck and walls. The distraught Captain spent as much of the day as he could by her bedside in the sickbay.

That night one of Iren’s Orcas accompanied the Grandalor for two hours, jumping and singing a high, whistle-like song.

The next morning dawned calm and fair, the sun striking gold from the few clouds. Barad ordered General Assembly beaten on the ship’s tocsin.

The crew assembled, some tired from the end of their watch, others awakened from well deserved sleep, some alert and ready for breakfast and watch. Among the hum of conversation much speculation could be heard.

“What do you suppose it’s about?”

“Someone’s died. Didn’t you hear the Orca singing last night?”

“What da ya think? That gal from the Princamorn?”

“Likely enough. She’s been in a coma the last four and a half Wohans. Few last so long.”

“Naw, It’s Kurti, the Captain’s cabin girl.”

“You’re daft. They never get this sort of treatment. They just vanish.”

“Perhaps. But I had to clean up her blood from the passage after the Captain himself ran past with her on the way to sickbay. It was frothy, like a lung parasite attack. Besides stores clerk she was a diver, you know.”

“Here comes the Captain. Look at him! What could have hit him so hard? I’ve never seen him look like that!”

“I’ve seen that look, once before. Just after his wife Teralat died over twenty five Gatherings ago.”

Barad raised his hands for silence and got it. In a light baritone voice that shook with emotion he began, “Last night, two things happened. Kurti died from a lung parasite infection that she picked up diving on the Princamorn’s wreck. The other is that Tanlin Miken Princamorn has awakened from her coma at last.

“Kurti, as some of you have cause to know, was a remarkable woman. If it were possible, I’d have married her. There were two obstacles. The first has riven her from us all. In spite of the best efforts of Doctor Corin, her lung parasite infection continued to grow worse. The final attack, which started before breakfast yesterday and ended last night, was fatal. The other obstacle was the Marriage Laws. We were both from the same ship.

“I met her in the sickbay, while looking in on her cousin, Tanlin. Dr. Corin was putting her on the invalid list and she still wanted to work. I gave her the open berth as cabin girl, it being the lightest duty on the ship.”

His voice cracked and he put his face into his hands. ��She did not treat it as a light duty. She — I will miss her!”

He raised his hand, and the pallbearers carried out the covered body on a stretcher. The tocsin began to beat the Funeral Farewell. They paused by the Captain, and he accompanied the body to the rail. He uncovered the face, so like Kurti’s that none could tell the difference, and kissed it gently on the forehead. The drum paused while the Captain spoke, “Good bye, Kurti. May you find a life of peace in Iren’s halls. His Orca called and you have gone to him.” The tocsin resumed its beat.

The body, its feet weighted, was slid over the rail and vanished with a small splash. The drum went silent. Barad straightened and faced the crew again.

In a surer voice, he announced, “I have told you that Tanlin Miken Princamorn has awakened from her coma. Doctor Corin does not yet know if she will live. Her condition is very guarded. Her recovery of consciousness is a good sign. We do know that she has suffered some memory loss from the blow that knocked her overboard during the wreck of her ship. At this time we do not know the extent of the loss or if her memory will return. There will be special mess privileges given to those who, in their off watch time, sit with her and assist Doctor Corin with her recovery. Dismissed.”

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Chapter 1a: Shipwreck and Plot

The Grandalor was a busy ship. Captain Barad saw to that. Happiness did not even enter the picture. His own happiness had been shattered long ago. Captain Barad did not care about other people’s happiness.

He had been navigating a precise southerly course for many days. The Grandalor had passed the equator over three days past and was deep into the territory of the Arrakan fleet. He had done this before. With the permission of the fleets and ships upon whose home waters he intruded, it was both legal and approved, though such trade contact was not common.

The Captain of the Grandalor had found a profitable trade, completely legal in the Arrakan fleet but of seriously debatable legality in the Naral fleet that he hailed from. The sale of human indentures was a dangerously gray area. Slavery and illegal by both Great and fleet law? Perhaps. A prepaid labor contract and perfectly legal? Perhaps. It had never been tested in the Naral fleet’s Councils. That element of risk delighted Captain Barad.

Barad got the people for his trade in the simplest possible way. On a case by case basis, he took many of those sailors who were not wanted by any other ship, if he thought that they could profit by a last chance. These people were trained in useful skills, and the reading and writing of Arrakan. Skilled indenture contracts sold for higher prices than those of ordinary seamen and women.

Arrakan law strictly regulated the trade. Most of the price went to the indentured him or herself. The broker of the deal was allowed only a small profit and certain documented expenses. After the number of Gatherings set out in the contract had passed, the indentured became a free member of the crew of the Arrakan ship that bought his or her services. Despite the restrictions, the trade was well worth the time and effort.

Almost strangely, it was rare that anyone had to be forced go south to the Arrakans. Many, seeing the rise of their friends over the passing Gatherings, volunteered. It was a way out for those who wished to get free of the Grandalor. A fair dice shot at happiness and a new life.

Many of those that he took in stayed and joined his crew. The quiet disappearance of the others helped to create the Grandalor’s sinister reputation. Being what they were, the scupper sweepings that none other wanted, the crew kept the trade a secret and reveled in the reputation that it created.

“Sails, Ho!” came the looked for call from the Wide Wing’s nest lookout. “Dhow rigged, three masts!”

With satisfaction, Captain Barad scanned the horizon and found the ship against a background of high clouds, pebbled in appearance like the hide of a Wing Ray but translucent. He turned to his First Officer, “That will be the Princamorn, Mister Timms. We have twenty to go to the Arrakans, and every one a genuine volunteer. Prepare the hailing drum.”

“Aye, Sir,” replied Timms. Turning, he sent a cabin-boy to get the watch drummer. He was interrupted by the lookout.

“They’re in trouble! Foresail’s down and looks like the mast with it!”

Mister Timms immediately changed his order. “Benj, for Dragons’ sake! Have the drummer tocsin ALL HANDS!” Benj ran. On Sea, shipwreck was the worst thing that could happen. The staccato beat of the watch drum called. The entire crew boiled to the deck as fast as they could run.

Captain Barad strode back and forth as he addressed his crew. “The Princamorn is apparently on a reef. These are not strangers to be looted. We have dealt with these folk for many Gatherings. Bring survivors to the deck or sickbay as needed. Galley hands, get food and warm water ready. These climes are warmer than we are used to but a stretch in the water can still chill severely.

“I need Doctor Corin to select as many as he may need to man the sickbay. The rest of you stay assembled. We need to put a fast boat over the side to lead us and help keep reef watch. Bosun Modanet, see to it! We will need cutting tools, ropes and pries for salvage work. Get the equipment on deck! Prepare all boats for immediate launch. Get the Strong Skin harpoons ready! We need to keep the area safe if we can — and we can always use the hides! Standard bounties apply!

“Mister Timms, I leave the noon sighting to you. Get me the …” he paused and scanned the heavens, “angles for Dorac and Wohan at noon exactly. Put the raw figures on my chart table. Do our position if you wish but I will have to convert it for the Arrakan navigational system.”

“Aye, Sir!” he turned to the assembled sailors. “You heard the Captain! Jump to it!”

The crew jumped. It was not long before the Grandalor was laid to about a fourth of a mile from the wrecked ship. A shallow coral reef prevented closer approach. Normally it could have been sailed across with impunity but a Dragon tide caused by an alignment of all three moons and the sun had temporarily lowered the sea to a fatal level. The trapped Princamorn had been sailing over a large area of shallow coral when the Dragon tide dropped the safe sea from under her keel.

The doomed ship had tried to outrace the drastically lowering tide to the safety of a lagoon. She had made it — — — almost. In the supposed safe water she had hit a tall head of coral. Her foremast and sail were down. The main mast and mizzen were intact but the main-yard, fractured by the force of the impact, broke and swung on the fabric of its sail, like a scythe. Without warning, the heavy spar swept through the crew gathered to abandon ship leaving dead and injured scattered across the slanting deck of the wreck. Cries for help and moans of pain arose in its wake.

Braving the deadly waters in the largest boats that could safely cross the reefs, Captain Barad and First Officer Timms boarded the sinking vessel to direct operations.

The crew of the ill fated ship had done hero’s work in getting supplies, ship’s records and other valuables ready to load. They kept their heads in spite of the disaster, launching and loading their own boats and taking advantage of every boat that the Grandalor could muster.

The injured were loaded first and gotten to safety. Children, indentures, women and finally the crew’s men were loaded and dispatched to the waiting Grandalor.

Officers waiting to go last, whether men or women, according to Arrakan tradition, were penned on the deck and in their boats by the Grandalor’s Hailing Drum. “Wing Ray! Wing Ray!” it pounded across the distance. Boats in deep water frantically rowed for the ship or the shallows, whichever was closer. Even from the deck of the Princamorn, Barad could see the big upturned tips of the muscular wings of the enormous predator rhythmically breaking the surface as it cruised past between the Grandalor and the shallow reef. Fortunately the creature, like a manta ray combined with a whale shark but even larger, covered with an armored hide pebbled with hard bone, and a mouth full of fangs, cruised slowly past.

Bosun Modanet said in grim jest, as the Wing Ray vanished into the distance, “At least we don’t have to worry about Strong Skins or other little fish. They won’t be anywhere near that brute.”

The rescue continued until all of the living and as many of the dead as could be found were safe aboard the Grandalor.

Making one last sweep of the area for useful salvage, Captain Barad and Bosun Modanet found a woman floating in the sea, still alive but unconscious. Only landing on some flotsam had kept her from sinking to her death. Worse than drowning, she had suffered a severe head blow.

As she was being taken to the sickbay, Grandalor sailors called out, “Kurti! Captain! She is one of ours, works as a diver when she’s not down in stores! What happened to her?”

“Nae, t’at’s our Tanlin Miken Princamorn,” contradicted some of the survivors. “We t’ought ‘er gone. Tried t’ find ‘er after t’e yardarm broke. Nane saw ‘er in t’e woter.”

“Is her mother Donstar Morn Dannav?” asked a clear voice belonging to one of the Grandalor’s crew women who had been preparing to dive for salvage. Both crews stared.

“They’re as alike as two skelts! Who’d of thought that one from the Grandalor could look so like one from a completely different fleet!” they marveled.

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Chapter 3a: Kurti

Captain Barad Maks brooded on his sybaritically appointed bunk. At last, I’m finally going to get completely even, maybe ahead of the Longin. It’s not so much that they’ve avoided my nets or even that they’ve tangled me in every net that I’ve cast their way — — — Skill I can admire. It was almost getting me fed to the Strong Skins at my first Gathering as Captain. Mord had nothing to gain by exposing my game. He near got me killed and for what? Nothing! He was already a captain and there were no other good candidates. I chose my time carefully in that regard.

He rolled out of bed and began to dress. His new cabin-girl, Kurti, quickly came out of the bed and helped him with his sleeves and the tying of his sash and neck-cloth. She offered no word, out of fear. I wonder what really happened to Chena? Nobody seems to know. One evening she was here and the next day the Captain chose me to replace her. They say it was food poisoning but she was the only one. Whatever happened to her, I don’t want it to happen to me! She looked at the Captain critically and took a chance on speech, saying, “I think perhaps this hat, with the Wide Wing plume. It will make a dashing appearance.”

Smiling tolerantly at the girl’s obvious fear, he replied, “By the Dragons, Ch … Kurti, isn’t it? I’m only going about the ship for an inspection. I need to see Master Selked on a small matter. That’s all.”

Kurti smiled tentatively in return and said, “True, Sir. Ch … your previous cabin-girl did not dress you well. I think that you will gain even more respect if you always dress well.” She paused and considered for a moment before adding, “Unless the part that you are acting needs something else.”

Barad actually found it in him to beam, genuinely pleased, his vanity stroked. He patted her cheek gently and said, “Very well, Kurti, I will let you decide my dress for most occasions, even the most trivial. If it goes well for morale you will have my appreciation, which is no small thing.

“If it does nothing, it will be remembered to your credit as an honest try to help. In spite of what you may have heard, I do remember those on my side.”

Kurti was afraid to ask what had happened to Chena. The answer would have surprised her. Captain Barad would have told her with complete candor what happened. He was no fool to blab secrets where they could escape and he knew that she could not get away. What few people, even those closest to him, understood was that he was not ashamed of or bothered by anything that he had ever done. Nor did they understand how swiftly he could change course completely if he believed himself to be wrong.

As he walked the familiar grimy corridors of the Grandalor, going to the boat-shop, he felt a buoyant spring to his step. He felt as good as he looked. He had not paid much attention to casual dress before, and found that it did have an immediate effect on his own morale. His own mood of self confidence communicated itself to those who saw him. Crew-folk who saw him coming sprang alertly out of his path instead of clearing the way sullenly.

The Captain knocked at the entrance of the shop and waited for Selked’s call of “Enter!” before he did.

Captain Barad looked approvingly about the meticulously tidy shop. There were many kits of tools for every purpose on the sea, each bearing the marks of the Grandalor and Selked, piled neatly on every surface. From the overhead beams around the roof-skylight-hatch hung net bags filled with scrapers, bow-drills, and many other tools to be sold singly.

Selked, Master Boat-wright and tool maker, sat before his bench working on sets of sail stitching tools. Each set was in a fitted box of glued Strong Skin lined with the Gula’s finest velvet. Captain Barad admired Selked’s work and had never interfered with it. Selked’s tools of all types were famous throughout the fleet for their uncompromisingly high quality.

The awl shafts that Selked was presently mounting to handles were all of the hardest, densest Wing Ray bone. The light yellow striations alternating with a delicate brown running the length of each shaft told its origin and value better than any amount of sales talk could. Noticing that there were three shafts more than there were handles, Captain Barad reached out to pick one up to examine more closely.

Selked’s laconic, “Shouldn’t touch that’un, if I were you,” brought him to a quick stop, fingers only inches away from the pointed shaft.

“I wanted to see it more closely. There seems to be a defect in the bone pattern,” said the Captain mildly.

“There is. That’s why I’m mounting this one instead,” said Selked. He pushed home the spike of the awl he was assembling, using a pair of special pliers to handle it, as he seated it into soft glue in the handle’s hole. He carefully wiped the excess glue with a shaped tool to get a smooth fairing between handle and shaft.

He took his marking tool of Hag beak, wiped on the mordant bone marking ink and placed his mark onto it, slightly off kilter, and just a touch blurred.

Setting the tool into the last place in a kit box, he closed it and handed it to the Captain.

“This is the kit you want for your little scheme. Sorry that it took as long as it did to make but, as you noticed, I had some trouble getting the Ord spines to take the dye properly.”

Casually, he added, “All the rest of the kit but the awl spike is Merk’s last bungled piece of work. He tried to take one shortcut too many the other night. Didn’t use the handling pliers on the very spine that you were reaching for when he poked it into Chena’s snack. I found him when I opened the shop next morning. Passed it off as blood poisoning from an infected cut.”

“Thanks for the timely warning. This kit should be just what is needed and ready in plenty of time.” Barad considered for a second and added admiringly, “Those spines must have been difficult to work with.”

“They were, Captain. — — May I ask what the occasion is?”

“This?” Barad gestured at his clothing and smiled, “It’s my new cabin-girl’s idea. Kurti thinks that if I dress the part of Captain better, I will have more respect from the crew. Speaking of which, choose who you will for your next apprentice. I’ll see that you get your choice.”

Selked replied seriously, “My thanks, Captain. You know, Kurti could be right about that. You project more of an air of authority along with your power. If she lives up to her other duties as well, she could be well worth keeping. Pretty too. You do have an eye for them, Sir.”

Lightly Barad returned, “I pride myself on it. By the way, I am planning a game of Three Dragons in my cabin tonight. Would you care to join?”

“My pleasure, Captain. Tonight then!”

Captain Barad continued his tour of the ship. It appeared that Kurti was right. Obedience to his orders and suggestions was prompter and less sullen. The lack of respect, even as the crew followed orders, that had plagued his captaincy appeared to be dissolving. And for such a small thing!

He found First Officer Timms on the quarter deck seeing to the butchering a freshly caught four-ton Strong Skin. All of the men were wearing full foul weather waterproofs and gloves. A crew, similarly dressed waited by with mops and buckets to clean up. Mister Timms was applying spots of red weed paste to the fish and its skin. Far too much of the paste was turning the sickly dangerous green that signaled Ord contamination.

“Mister Timms! How goes the effort to find a use for the Ord in fishing?”

He looked up from his work and answered, “This one is the best so far. Out of ten fish, we have gotten less than fifteen tons of meat and lost over half of the hides to contamination.

“The toxin spreads so fast! I have tried infusions in bait, Ord spine in the harpoon points and this… We harpooned it in the usual way and pricked it with a spine on a pole to kill it. You can see for yourself. We got the most hide, this time.” He cast a glance at the lean form of the dead predator. “Just over three-fourths.”

Barad actually looked pleased. The wind played in the plume of his hat. “Give over the effort, Mister Timms. You have tried all that could be reasonably be done. I will want all of your notes to append to the log entry.”

“Very good, Sir. Working around this stuff was making me nervous, to tell you the truth.” He cleaned his gloves and sleeves meticulously in a bucket before he took them off. He added a few notes to a small sheaf and handed them to the Captain.

Barad nodded his head solemnly. “It was too good an idea not to try. It’s a pity that it didn’t work better.” He walked to a companionway and went down into the ship.

The Purser’s scriptorium was his last stop. The newly pirated Ephemerides were coming along nicely and some copies were already bound.

“Excellent work, Morgu. If we can get twenty copies of each volume, I know just who will buy them and how to promote them.”

Morgu looked up from his high desk in the corner of the room and gave a rare, thin mouthed smile at the praise. “We should have them done by the Gathering, though it will be a near thing.”

“Excellent! I need a small favor. On these notes here, can you add a brief remark about the loss of one spine, apparently dropped overboard? You should have seen it happen to give credibility to the loss. The note should be in Mister Timms’ hand.”

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Kurin squinted as she looked at the ships and commented, “They are good seamen aren’t they? It’s hard to stop a ship that big, right at the float. Now that they’re closer, I can read their names. The Big one is the Dark Dragon. There's two lines of some vertical decorations too. I wonder why they aren’t afraid of bad luck from naming their ship after Dark Iren? The other is the Soaring Bird. The Soaring Bird’s letters look really strange. There are other letters above the name that I can’t read at all.”