I can't keep calling her Blue-eyes forever, can I?
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“Look at those poor little girls lost, scrabbling around in the labyrinth like mice in a maze. You should do something to help them!”
I shrugged. “It’s not my responsibility. I’m just the guy telling the story.”
“Hmmph! Not good enough, Pebble! Have you no pity? Well then, if you won’t do anything, then I will. Good day to you!”
“…um, okay.”
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The air was cold and musty. Marissa’s feet were aching, and she was feeling quite irritated. It had been at least two hours since they had escaped from the prison cell, but instead of sweet freedom, they had found themselves lost in some kind of elaborate, underground labyrinth, with grey stone walls covered in lichen and a series of rooms and galleries devoid of any kind of decoration or furniture.
“I remember this room,” Marissa said, looking around. “We were here about half an hour ago.”
Blue-eyes sucked her teeth, and shook her head. “Damn, you’re right. I don’t understand. In our cell we had a window. You could hear the seagulls and see the sunshine. Yet,” she said with a sigh, “yet, we can’t find no exit.”
“You know, I remember reading somewhere that the way to find your way out of a labyrinth is to keep going left.”
“Left, huh? Well I’ll bow to your superior knowledge and let you lead the way.” Marissa glared slightly, but strode out into the corridor and Blue-eyes followed. “It’d been helpful if that damn guard had told us about this…” she added in a low voice.
They turned left. “This is silly,” she continued to murmur to herself, “There’s probably a whole load of sumbitches on our trail, hardened bastards with guns and stuff, yet here we are wondering round this bizarro place like… (mice?) like things stuck in a big underground…thing.”
They turned left. “Yet in all this time, we ain’t seen a solitary soul. An’ it don’t look like these walls have had a clean in a couple hundred years. Abandonment and ruin, like something from a different age. Strange kinda base for a villain, I’d say. Stinks in here-“
They turned left. Both stopped dead in their tracks. Two sets of eyes widened. “Well I’ll be damned!” Blue-eyes looked at Marissa. “But didn’t the guard say…?”
“Yeah, he did,” said Marissa. “We should use the stairs, and avoid…”
Before them stood an elevator, its shiny metal doors a strange contrast to the rest of their surroundings. They both noticed around the same time the two icons above the door, two arrows indicating whether the lift was going up or down. The down arrow, at that precise moment, lit up. Someone was coming.
“Uh.”
“The word you’re looking for, I think, is crap.”
“Actually I was thinking of something a little bit stronger...”
The two ladies, wide eyed and uncertain, took a perfectly synchronised halting step back. There was a ping, and the metallic doors slid open.
“Stay back!” said Blue-eyes at the figure that approached them, “or else I’ll…do something...erm?”
Whatever they had expecting, this was not it. Out from the lift came a lady, with a garland of leaves entangled in her blonde hair and with almost ethereally pale skin, holding out her hands in front of her in a symbol universally recognised as; don’t worry, I’m not a threat, friend, not foe, no need for flight or fight. She blinked deeply, and when she spoke her words were like chocolate.
“You poor wretches, you must be tired of wandering around this place. I have come to help you.”
Blue-eyes blue eyes flared in suspicion, but Marissa stepped forward with instinctual confidence. “Good, because we need it! Can you show us a way out of here?”
“I can.”
Blue-eyes grabbed her arm, and dragged her a short distance away while the pale lady just stood and watched them with an understanding and serene smile.
“You ain’t just gonna trust her, are you? She just randomly appeared from an elevator! I know a lot of strange and crazy stuff goes on as a matter of course in this world, but still, I smell trap.”
Marissa knew that Blue-eyes’ words made sense, and couldn’t help but remember back to what had happened at the Sundiata Hotel. But something deep inside her told her that they should give the pale lady the benefit of the doubt. Something at that moment she could not quite explain. “I think we should trust her.”
“Damn, hey well you know what fine. But you know, if she’s leadin’ us on a merry little dance, the blame will fall squarely on you.”
“Naturally,” Marissa said firmly. Blue-eyes sighed, and they returned to the lady.
“We have decided to accept your aid.”
“Excellent! I’m Miss Charlotte, by the way. I already know both of your names.”
“Sure you do,” Blue-eyes said, “sure you do. ‘Cos that ain’t suspicious or anything, no missy.”
Miss Charlotte ignored her sarcasm and plucked a leaf from her eternal garland, and blew on it. Blue-eyes opened her mouth to make a caustic remark, but before she could say anything the stone walls of the labyrinth appeared to distort and twist and turn into cloth, falling like a stage curtain to reveal that, of course, they had been outside all along. Miss Charlotte’s eyes remained closed, and the gentle breeze that now blew dispersed the remnants of the leaf, which floated away.
Marissa and Blue-eyes were awestruck, speechless, mouths hanging open, and when Miss Charlotte opened her eyes and saw their faces she let out a laugh that resembled a gentle stream.
“A simple trick, nothing more,” she said with her eyes down. They were standing in a courtyard of a ruin, the walls half-collapsed and the ground overgrown with grass and brambles. Out of sight was the sea, discernable by the sound of the crashing waves that couldn’t have been far away.
“The guard said we need to steal a boat. Come on,” murmured Blue-eyes, and Marissa and Miss Charlotte followed her to a ridge, and suddenly, before them lay the sparkling azure expanse of the sea. Below them lay a beach, and the curve of the coastline formed a natural harbour which was, sadly, devoid of any ships. The three of them clambered down the hill and onto the shore, and stared starkly at the empty sea.
“Well damn,” Blue-eyes said quietly. Miss Charlotte smiled.
“The island we are on is called Navassa. A long time ago it was occupied by the Americans, who then abandoned it. Not long after it was claimed for Haiti, who then also abandoned it. No one has officially claimed this island for over seventy years, and it’s just been left to decay and fall into ruin.” The waves crashed against the shore with violent intent, and Miss Charlotte nodded. “These are treacherous waters, a graveyard of ships.”
“We’re on Navassa Island?” Blue-eyes said strangely.
“Yes. Have you been here before?”
“Have I been here before, now why d’you go and ask a question like that?”
“One of the ships that sunk off these shores was a British Royal Navy frigate, the
HMS Impossible,” said Miss Charlotte, seemingly ignoring Blue-eyes. “It got half blown to smithereens in a vicious pirate attack, and led to the slaughter of its entire crew. Some of them made it to the island alive, but they weren’t spared. The rest were claimed by the sea, and the ship went down with them.”
“Why are you telling us all this?” Blue-eyes snapped, her voice coarse. “There’s no damn ship there now, is there?”
“Not yet,” said Miss Charlotte mysteriously.
Marissa watched this little exchange with bemusement, and had the distinct feeling she was missing something here, some kind of barbed edge. From the way Blue-eyes was reacting, it was almost as if she…no. No way.
“Whaddya mean, not yet?”
“This.” Miss Charlotte took another leaf, and whispered something too quietly for them to hear. She let the wind take the leaf, and there was a distant rumbling, like the thunder of a coming storm. Gradually it grew in volume until it was almost deafening. There was a rush of movement some way out to sea, and it first appeared to Marissa that some kind of vast whirlpool had appeared, another Charybdis but more terrible. That was until she saw, emerging from the mass of swirling water, the top of a pointed mast of a ship, rising from its watery grave.
“You didn’t…” Blue-eyes said, her eyes filled with horror, as the rest of the ship came to the surface, water cascading from the wreck and crashing back into the sea in a deluge. Once the ship had fully surfaced, Marissa could make out its features more clearly. The mast was bent and sails non-existent, and the hull was battered, so full of holes that by all the known laws of nature it should not have been able to float. Yet there it was, in all its forgotten glory.
“The
HMS Impossible,” Miss Charlotte said proudly. “It’s all yours.”
Marissa laughed in astonishment. “Wow. That was…that was amazing!”
“That’s great, really great, thank you for that,” said Blue-eyes, “but I can’t help foreseeing one incy wincy little problem; it’s a damn frigate! There’s no way two people can sail it alone! That’s not mentioning the fact it’s a wreck! This is one mean trick, and I ain’t having any of it! I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you!”
“Calm down, it’s not a trick,” said Miss Charlotte. “Well okay, it
is a trick, but not in the way you’re implying. If you accept my generosity and take the
Impossible, it will sail itself and take you wherever your hearts desire. And believe me, I deem few worthy of such gifts.”
“I’m not having this,” Blue-eyes spat. “Just who are you? I don’t have truck with witches or conjurers. This is twisted, you know?”
“We’re not getting off this island otherwise,” Marissa said urgently. “I don’t know what your problem is, but we have to take this opportunity!”
“This is weird, and believe me I know weird. I know full well that plenty of ships have sunk off these shores, why did she have to go raisin’ the
Impossible? Ah, goddamn.” She spent a moment in silent contemplation, appearing to mentally wrestle with something, before looking up at Miss Charlotte, her eyes dark pools. “It will truly take me wherever my heart desires?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, all right then.”
Upon hearing this, Miss Charlotte smiled. “I shall keep watch over you. May a good wind blow for you on your travels.” She took a leaf from her garland, and as she blew on it she vanished, leaving Marissa with a distinct sense of
upwardness.
They regarded the floating wreck in contemplative silence. Eventually, Blue-eyes said,
“You know, it woulda been kinda useful if she’d told us how we’re supposed to get on board.”
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“There!”
“A ghost ship?” I said with a facepalm. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”