To Sail a Darkling Sea - eARC (15 page)

“Where you set up and how you set up is up to you and your people,” Chen said. “We can do one more sweep of Gomera before we leave. After that… up to you.”

“How long will the support teams remain?” Villa asked.

“They’re here primarily to get the
Boadicea
up and running again,” Chen said. “They may be able to offer some additional support. But, frankly, you’ve got three towns full of supplies and materials to draw upon, as well as plenty of functioning boats to fall back on or just live aboard. I think you can make it.”

* * *

“Tell me we’re not going to try to
clear
this bitch, ma’am,” Januscheitis said as the
Bella Senorita
came around a cape with a big volcanic cone and into sight of the main city. It sprawled for miles along the shoreline and up the sides of the volcanic mountains.

“Oh, I dunno,” Faith said. “It might be fun. If we could get some of those tanks off the
Iwo
… ”

* * *

“Okay, this is a new one,” Sophia said.

The supply ship was similar to the
Grace Tan
except for being smaller. The back was low, almost flush to the water, with a high forward bridge. There was a large crane on the back deck and two mostly standard cargo containers. The “mostly standard” was belied by a cluster of spikes on top and both ends. There appeared to be lights and some sort of motor, center on the top.

“We bringing zombie supplies?” Faith asked.

The ship had backed up to a pier and, keeping a fair distance, deployed the crane to pick up one of the containers. It lofted it over to the pier and set it down then lifted and repositioned until one end was jutting slightly off the pier.

The crane detached and pulled back to the boat. A moment after that, both sets of doors on the container popped open. From the distance they could hear some sort of announcement as the lights on top started rotating. Between the announcements there was a loud “whoop” of a siren.

“That’s gonna bring ’em but… ” Faith said as a zombie came snuffling down the pier. It examined the container and circled around it before entering. A moment later, a shredded body came flying out the end over the harbor, still somewhat alive. Sharks and squawking seagulls quickly closed in.

“That’s gotta smart,” Faith said.

“Oh,” Sophia said, shaking her head. “I see Da’s bloody-mindedness at work.”

“I was thinking maybe artillery or claymores,” Januscheitis said. “That’s… ”

“Simple and effective,” Sophia said as another zombie came squirting out. “By tomorrow this bit of the harbor will be chock full of dead zombie bodies.”

“And sharks,” Faith said. “Don’t forget the sharks.”

“Senorita, LitClearDivOne, over.”

“Senorita,” Sophia replied.

“Got a bit of an issue in the north harbor. Head on up here. We’re discussing it with Squadron right now.”

“Moving out,” Sophia said.

* * *

“Oh, no,” Faith said. “No, no, no, no… ”

The Tenerife harbor was fairly large for such a small city. And the south harbor had had several large ships tied alongside. Those ships had blocked a full view of the north harbor. Which had a cruise ship terminal. And three cruise ships tied up alongside, one of them a “supermax” like the
Voyage Under Stars
. One of the others was about the size of the
Boadicea
and the other somewhere in between. They were all
big
.

“There’s no way they’d expect us to clear all those,” Januscheitis said.

“Bet you a dollar,” Faith said, picking up the radio. “DivOne, Ground Clearance Officer.”

“Shewolf,”
Chen said, cautiously.
“What do you think?”

“First, we’ll need to somehow block the pier,” Faith said. “We’re going to head into the harbor and examine that. Then we’ll determine the… Break… Need a word. Not possibility. Think it’s got a z in it.”

“Feasibility?” Sophia said, rolling her eyes.

“Once we’ve looked at blocking the pier from access by the infected, we’ll determine the feasibility of doing an entry and clearance. But this is an all-hands evolution. Over.”

“Roger. I’m on the horn with Squadron on that subject. They were aware of these ships and were discussing it. What about moving the mechanicals over? Over.”

“Stand by,” Faith said, thinking. “My first response to that is they’ll draw too many infected. I think we might be able to do this sort of on the quiet. Maybe.”

“I’d agree, ma’am,” Januscheitis said.

“Negative on the mechanicals, Division. They’ll tend to draw too many infected. Keep them in the south harbor is my recommendation. Possibly they’ll act as a… distraction, keep some of the city infected off us. This is something that we really should bring Squadron or Marine Higher in on, but that’s my recommendation. Over.”

“Roger, stand by… Switch to twenty-three at this time, over.”

“Switching,” Faith said.

“Faith, Da. How bad in your opinion?”

“We haven’t gotten close enough to do any serious survey,” Faith said.

“The
Boise
says they don’t see any survivors in the cabins.”

“No way they’d make it this long,” Faith said. “If they took the way the
Boadicea
did it, there could be a fair number. But I’d bet on another
Voyage
situation. Hopefully, with fewer infected. They’re running out of any source of hydration at this point. It won’t be
as
bad, but it’ll be bad. And we’ll mostly be using Barbie ammo. We’re really going to need the
Boadicea
for this one. Anchor it mid-harbor if we can, shuttle survivors over. And we’ll need… stand by.”

She pulled out a pocket calculator and started figuring numbers.

“Based on my estimate of what we used on the
Voyage
versus what we used on the
Boadicea
, we’ll need at least a hundred thousand rounds of Barbie ammo or twenty thousand rounds of shotgun if we all had Saigas. We’re also going to have to block the pier from infiltration by the infecteds. We’re working on that at this end. But you might as well load up the
Tan
with ammo and bring it over. Oh, and we could use a few more Marines and some more Barbie barrels cause this is going to wear our guns out, some of those H&K Barbie guns, and well,
help
, over.”

* * *

“Barbie ammo?” Captain Milo Wilkes said.

The Marine helo pilot, the only pilot they’d found so far, had been plucked from a lifeboat more or less stationary where it had been dropped in the Sargasso Sea. There had been several lifeboats found in the area by a passing boat and seven more Marines as well as twenty Navy survivors had been found.

“Anything 5.56, sir,” Gunny Sands whispered. “The lieutenant is no great fan of the M4 or 5.56.”

“I see,” Wilkes said, nodding. He’d been shocked to find that a thirteen-year-old had been commissioned a Marine lieutenant and even more shocked that the Gunny seemed to think it not just a good idea but a great one.

He’d seen the video. He understood she was bad-ass for a thirteen-year-old girl. But there was more to being a Marine officer than being a bad-ass. Admittedly, it was sort of the cornerstone but…

“And my Marines want to know where we’re going to hold the Marine Corps Ball, Da. I think these are going to be a little too messed up. I’m recommending the main saloon on the Alpha. Might be able to use the
Boadicea
. It’s not too bad. Might be a bit smelly, still, but we’re Marines. We can take it.”

“I think that’s a discussion for later, Lieutenant,” Captain Smith said, grinning tightly.

“Better put it on the agenda, Squadron. I never got to go to prom. I’m not missing my first Marine Corps Ball. I’ll hold it on this supermax if I have to. Invite a few infected, have a few laughs. Roger, we can block this pier with two or three containers. There’s some sort of fenced area but no gate. Why have a fence with no gate? Oh, it’s to keep people from falling in the water… There’s limited infected presence on the pier at this time. We’re just going to do a hard entry off the
Senorita
and recon the embarkation ports.”

“Is that wise, Lieutenant?” Captain Smith said.

“When I said ‘light’ I meant no more than ten in view on a mile-long pier, Squadron. I’ve no interest in dropping in the dunny on this. We just need to see if the embarkation ports are open. Want
Senorita
to keep the channel open?”

“Roger,” Steve said, shrugging.

“Sir… ” Captain Wilkes said. “If I may recommend against this? I mean, is there any real need? Why not wait until… ”

“Older and wiser heads arrive, Captain?” the Commodore said. “Because our enemy in this, always, is time, Captain. Ask me for anything but time. And if Faith says she can recon the pier then she can recon the pier.” He keyed the radio. “DivOne, Squadron.”

“Squadron, DivOne.”

“What is the infected level on the cruise terminal, over?”

“Light. Very light. Or I’d tell Shewolf no effing way. We also are standing by for fire support, over.”

“Roger, DivOne. We’ll monitor. Keep us apprised if there is anything we need to know. Be advised, we’re picking up all our toys and heading your way at this time. We’re going to leave the
Pit Stop
to load ammo and additional materials. The rest of us are already on the way.”

“Roger, Squadron, good to hear. This is… How did you clear one of these with four people, Squadron?”

“One compartment at a time, Division, one compartment at a time. Squadron to monitor. Okay, Gunny, who plans the Marine Corps Ball?”

“Seriously, sir?” Captain Wilkes said. “Is that really important right now?”

“We are underway, Captain,” Steve said, mildly. “All critical decisions have been made. Gunnery Sergeant? Or should I refer it to the captain?”

“The plans were already in place, sir,” Gunny Sands said. “I’d already scheduled the main saloon in the
Alpha
for the evening, sir. Dunnage, including dress uniform, of all surviving Marines is in storage. The only person who doesn’t have appropriate uniform and accoutrements is Miss… Lieutenant Smith and I was going to bring it up with her when I had a moment, sir. All under control, sir.”

“We’ll probably be clearing on the 10th,” Captain Wilkes said. “I believe you said ‘ask me for anything but time,’ Captain.”

“We also clear a maximum of twelve hours per day,” Steve replied. “Because if you try to do more than that, over time you start making critical errors. Like blue-on-blue fire. So… we’ll schedule it for off time in clearance. And if my Marines can’t clear with a hangover… they’re not real Marines, Captain.”

“Squadron, Ground Team One.”

There was a sound of continuous fire over the circuit.

“Go, Ground Team,” Steve said.

“Tell Gunny to break out all the double-ought. There be weevils in the bread!”

“How heavy is it, over?” Steve asked.

“Oh, fair dinkum an all. Piece of cake if it weren’t for these bloody Barbie guns. Embarkation port of the supermax had some food stuffs spilled about. Got water, got food, got zombies. Bit of a lark. Going pistol, Janu. Okay, going next pistol, Janu… LitClear, could we get some fire on our flank, over? Told you you should get a real pistol… Yeah… Got that… Go ahead and reload, you two, got this… Thanks, LitClear, keep up the fire… Gunny, we’re going to need frags for this one… And
...
why do we want two-handed swords? We can’t swing them in the… Oh, really? Staff Sergeant requests something called claymores… And we’re clear… Or we were… Squadron, we’ve got this, but it’s going to take some time
...
break… Take some time… Embarkation port on the supermax is, repeat,
is
open. There’s a fair number of… Stand by… Fair number of infecteds
...
stand by… Fair number of infecteds in the… Stand by… Oh, jeeze, you have got to be shitting me? Fair number of infecteds in the embark… In the embarkation… Stand by… We’re going to lay in the… LitClear can you get a gunboat over
between
the two ships? That’s a fair posse heading this way… Stand by… Oh, jeeze, I’ve got him… Bloody Barbie guns… Reload, Kirby… Kirby, you’re just pulling on an empty trigger, reload… We’re going to lay in blockades to prevent… stand by… prevent infiltration then start active clearance of the perimeter until you arrive. LitClear, that’s as close as we’d like, thanks… closer really… Is that a roger? Shoot him in the
head
, PFC. I thought you were an expert rifleman… It goes like this
...
There, one in the chest, one in the head, they fall down go boom even with a Barbie bullet. And at this range if you can’t do that you shouldn’t have an expert
...
rifleman’s… Oh, just
die
already
...
badge… Squadron, you there
...
? Squadron? Is this working? Hello? Any station this net
...
? Hello? Oops… Damn open c… ”

“Ground team, Squadron, status, over,” Captain Smith said, calmly a few moments later.

“Embarkation area is clear, Squadron. Going to reammo and continue to check the other two liners. Over.”

“Were you in the dunny, over?”

“Negative, Squadron, never even broke out my kukhri. Honest. Big thanks to the Golden Guppy, though. Over.”

“Continue recon ops. Do not, repeat, do not allow infiltration behind you.”

“Got that covered, Squadron. We’ve got boats standing by. We can always jump it.”

“Clearance Ops will be by the discretion of the local commander. DivOne, understood?”

“Understood, Squadron. Not exactly chomping the bit to clear one of these again.”

“Squadron, out. Lieutenant Isham, ensure that all the shotgun ammo we can find on the
Iwo
is on the
Pit Stop
as well as any shotguns we can scrounge. Faith seems to positively enjoy scrums, but I’d like to avoid them if we can.”

“Yes, sir,” Isham said, making a note.

“And ensure we have pistols for all clearance personnel as well as sufficient stocks of forty-five. This is going to be a bloody one.”