To Sail a Darkling Sea - eARC (9 page)

“You put it out and rebuilt the breaker box. You don’t remember?”

“I think I must have done it in my sleep,” Sophia said. “I thought I was just dreaming. I’m getting too old for this shit… ”

CHAPTER 6

АлтыÏнного воÏра веÏшают, а полтиÏнного чеÏствуют.
(The thief who takes three kopeks is hanged. The thief that takes fifty kopeks is praised.)

Russian Proverb

“I guess coming down here wasn’t a total bust,” Sophia said, waving to the group on the aft deck of the Russian megayacht.

The ship was about as big as the
Social Alpha
. She wasn’t sure what the actual name was, because the name was in Cyrillic letters. And it had a bunch of survivors. They were all skinny as rails but it was more survivors in one place than they’d ever found. There was a real preponderance of females. And, like the ghosts of the
Alpha
, they looked like they’d been chosen for their looks rather than their seamanship.

“I think some billionaire loaded up on super-models,” Paula said, waving as well. “At least they were good at dieting.”

“Boat like that is nineteen or so crew and about as many guests,” Sophia said. “I’m counting at least thirty people.”

“Vaccinated?” Paula said.

“Bet so,” Sophia said, smiling.

“... can tie up… ” One of the men on the wash deck was pointing to the cleats for her to tie alongside.

“Tell Rusty to break out the dinghy,” Sophia said.

“It’s not rough,” Paula said. “And we’re going to have to cross-load them some supplies.”

“No offense, Paula, but I’m the skipper,” Sophia said, smiling again and waving. “Tell Rusty to break out the dinghy. Load up a bunch of water bottles. They’ve got solar stills going but I’d bet they’d like some water.”

“Okay,” Paula said, dubiously.

“And no weapons,” she added. “No infecteds, no reason.”

“It’s a little bumpy,” Sophia said over the loudhailer. “Middle of the ocean and all. We’re sending over a dinghy with some supplies! The guy’s got a radio.”

Turning out the dinghy was old hat at this point and Rusty, Paula and Pat made quick work of loading cases of bottled water. There was always bottled water on boats they cleared and they kept it for times like this. They mostly drank the water from the ROWPU system. It was the same stuff as “filtered” water.

Rusty putted the outboard over and tied off. Before he even started to unload, the same “pop hatch” as the
Alpha
had on the back opened up and men with guns, AKs, came out. One of them even had an RPG. Of course, if he fired it there, he’d kill most of the people

“Rusty,” Sophia called over the radio. “Don’t resist. Just give the leader the radio.”

“You were expecting this,” Paula said, angrily. “You sent Rusty over as bait!”

“I was expecting
something
,” Sophia said as the hangers on made themselves scarce. “You didn’t get attenuated vaccine by being
nice
. And there were too many women, not enough men. Where were the men? Where was the billionaire? Get downstairs and get a video of this. I want to be able to identify who’s there and who’s not.”

“You will turn over your boat or we will kill your crewman.”
The man was heavyset and armed only with a pistol. He had a thick Slavic accent but the voice was… cultured. Something. He didn’t really sound like a thug.

“Hello,” Sophia replied. “Greetings from Wolf Squadron of the United States Navy. I’m Lieutenant Sophia Smith, skipper of the US Navy Auxiliary Vessel
No Tan Lines
. To whom am I speaking?”

“This does not matter. There is no United States so there is no United States Navy. You will turn over your boat. We will spare your lives. If you attempt to drive off, we shall open fire.”

“That would be the worst possible mistake you could make, sir,” Sophia said, calmly. “If you fire, you will destroy this boat, then we would both be adrift. Please, do not be… nekulturny. We have time. It is a nice day for conversation. You have been out of contact for some time. I would acquaint you with the current conditions. I will not, as you say, drive off.”

“What are the current conditions?”
the man said. She could hear the hunger for information in his voice. Like most castaways.

“All land areas are under control of infected,” Sophia said. “As are most ships and boats. However, Wolf Squadron
is
part of the United States Navy. I
am
a Naval officer and this is a
US Navy
boat. A US Navy boat or ship, of even the smallest such as mine, has not been captured since the Barbary Pirates days. I am not going to be the first.

“Now, your actions have been aggressive. But they are not, so far, past the point of real difficulty. Castaways react in various manners. You wish to be able to get to some point of relative safety. You wish to have supplies again, some sort of a life other than eeking out a miserable living on raw fish and what water you can distill with your solar stills. I can sympathize. Most of the squadron has been in your situation at one point or another. We are more than willing to share supplies. We can even get you a boat so that you and some of your companions can go on your merry way. With your weapons. You’ll need them to clear boats of infected so you can salvage.

“However, we have only two real penalties at this point. We don’t have much in the way of prisons or brigs so you get either the ‘leave us and other uninfecteds alone and we’ll leave you alone,’ the offer I’m making to you now, or death. There, really, isn’t much in the middle. So, you might want to consider that in light of your threat to destroy a US Navy vessel. Because, then, well, ‘leave you alone’ isn’t going to happen.”

“You are one boat and you are under my guns. And I still don’t believe you are Navy. Where is your uniform? Why would the Navy use yachts? Where are your supercarriers?”

“Full of infected,” Sophia said. “Although we’re clearing a baby carrier at the moment. And I am the only vessel in
view
. There are others. So, what do you say? I’ll get you a boat, full of fuel, full of supplies, you can sail off with your… henchmen and we’ll let bygones be bygones. I’ll even throw in a case of scotch. You like scotch? Me not so much.”

“The boat I am going to take is here already,”
the man replied.
“And you will either surrender it or be destroyed. You have one minute to tie alongside. I have a rocket launcher, in case you don’t know what that is.”

“You have a rocket-propelled
grenade
launcher,” Sophia said. “Slightly different beast. And if we’re playing one-upmanship,
I
have a submarine.
Alex
, you monitoring?”

“ROGER, SEAWOLF,”
a powerful transmission came in.
“SURFACING AT TWO-TWO-SIX, RANGE ONE THOUSAND YARDS.”

Sophia didn’t bother to look over her shoulder, she just watched their faces as the
Alexandria
came to the surface a kilometer out.

“So, yes, there
is
still a United States Navy and yes, I
am
a United States Naval officer and yes, you
are
in a heap of trouble. But we can work that out. So far it’s no harm, no foul. So you can put down your poxie little crap AK knockoffs and your dinky little RPG or I can sink you. I’ll even give you the choice of machine-gun fire, torpedo, Harpoon missile or Tomahawk. Your call, fucktard.”

* * *

Rusty had collected the AKs, dumped the RPG into the drink, left the water and come back to the boat. In the meantime, the
Alex
had contacted Flotilla. After that it was a matter of a nine-hour wait until Kuzma showed up in the
Large
along with the
Midlife Crisis
which was captained by another CG petty officer, the
Pit Stop
and a sailboat Sophia had never seen before called the
Knotty Problem
. Appropriate name. The
Large
had a machine-gun team on the “sundeck” forward. Sophia knew that while the two “security specialists” were both “into” guns—civilian shooters, that is—neither of them had ever handled a machine gun before the Plague. So she was really hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

“See why the skipper doesn’t do away teams?”
Kuzma radioed when he was alongside.

“Yes, and in agreement, sir,” Sophia said. “On the other hand, wasn’t going to in this case. Knew there was something fishy. How are we going to handle this, sir?”

“Do we have some clue who are goats and who are sheep?”
Kuzma asked.

“When the guns came out we took video,” Sophia said. “There were seven who were armed. We don’t know who they are, but we know what they look like.”

“Roger.”

“Russian vessel, this is Commander Vancel, skipper of the united States Navy Attack Submarine USS
Alexandria
. There were seven armed personnel who threatened to hijack a Us Navy vessel onboard your ship. Those persons will stand on the wash deck of the vessel. The sailboat
Knotty Problem
will be brought alongside along with two dinghies. We will toss you lines. Tie it up. Our crew will offload, taking one of the dinghies. Those seven will enter the sailboat. Anyone who wants to accompany the seven may leave with them as long as it is clearly of their own free will. Any evidence of coercion will be dealt with by lethal force.

“The sailboat has been resupplied and refueled. The engines, peripherals and all sailing equipment are in good running order. There is one, repeat, one pistol onboard for self defense or light clearance for the purposes of salvage. The seven individuals as well as any others who wish to accompany them will then sail away. As long as you are not further known to engage in hostilities, stay away from us, don’t pirate vessels, and don’t kill uninfected, we’ll let bygones be bygones. Come to our attention in a negative way and you will be dealt with. As I believe Lieutenant Smith pointed out, we have ‘go away’ and ‘death’ as our only current penalties. This is the ‘go away’ option. You have fifteen minutes to prepare.”

The heavyset man was on the back upper deck, by the entrance to the main saloon. He still had the hand-set Rusty had been carrying.

“Do you know who I am? I am Nazar Lavrenty! This is
my
yacht. You speak of piracy but you are stealing
my
yacht.”

“I didn’t know who you were until I contacted higher,”
Vancel replied.
“They, in turn, contacted the Russians they are in communication with. General Kazimov’s response was ебать твою мать.”

The man was waving his arms and shouting into the radio.

“KAZIMOV! KAZIMOV? HE IS NOT THE RUSSIAN GOVERNMENT!”

“Think that name touches a nerve?” Paula said, grinning.

“Sounds like it,” Sophia said.

“He is what is left,”
Vancel radioed.
“We might have tried to work with you and left you in some control of the vessel, which we need, had you not shown your inability to be trusted. This has been authorized by higher, and what remains of the Russian government. That is all there is to it. You have fifteen minutes or US Marines will perform a hostile boarding. If you survive that you shall be given a very brief trial, shot, and dumped over the side. The clock starts now.”

The sailboat was brought alongside. Some of the crew on the
Money
caught the tossed lines and secured it while the Wolf crew unassed into a dinghy and headed back to the
Large
.

In a bit more than fifteen minutes, “Lavrenty” came out with his henchmen and the same number of women.

“Coincidence?” Paula said. “I don’t think so.”

“Lavrenty, leave the women on the yacht. Board the sailboat with your personnel. Put the women on the radio, one by one, on the upper aft deck
away
from the sailboat with the radio. We have to have assurances they are not under duress. Do not attempt to exit the boat while we are getting those assurances. The machine-gun crew on the
Large
will take you under fire if you try to exit.”

“These are girlfriends. And they don’t speak English.”

“You’d be surprised how many translators survived
,” Vancel replied.
“Pick a language. It was not a request.”

The following conversation was in foreign languages. Most of them, after a few gabbled words, dropped the, fortunately robust, radio and darted back into the interior of the yacht. Only two went with Lavrenty in the end.

“They’re going to be busy,” Paula said, drily. “Not that they weren’t already.”

Most of the women were visibly pregnant.

“What happens in the compartment,” Sophia said. “I sincerely doubt any of them were virgins before they got on that boat.”

“Point.”

There was a good bit of arm waving and angst onboard the
Knotty Problem.
Apparently, while it
was
supplied, the supply crew had not bothered to clean it up. Then there was the issue of the women. One of the “henchmen” slapped one of the women right in front of God and everybody which earned him a burst of machine-gun fire from the
Large
. Finally the aptly named sailboat started up its engines and putted away from the megayacht.

“If there are any qualified crewmen left onboard, could you pick up the radio, please… ”

* * *

“Permission to come aboard?” Sophia said, tossing the line of the dinghy to a sailor on the wash deck of the megayacht.

“Come aboard, please.” The woman waiting on the wash deck was gorgeous. Most notable were long, incredibly shapely legs. “I am Olga Zelenova, and you are… ?”

“
No Tan Lines
,” Sophia said, hopping onto the deck.

“Never leave the boat” referred to boardings of hostile or potentially hostile vessels. Not boarding the new flagship of the flotilla.

“I… yes, I have no tan… What?” Olga said, confused.

“Sorry,” Sophia said. “It’s a Navy thing. I’m the skipper of the
No Tan Lines
. Acting Ensign Third Class Sophia Smith.”

“Ah,” Olga said, brightening up. “The boat which found us. Thank you. Yes, ‘You may have a rocket launcher but I have a submarine.’ Very funny. And, yes, Nazar was, as you say, a ‘fucktard.’ ”

“You know where the meeting’s at?” Sophia asked.

“This way,” Olga said. “I am greeting the visitors.”

“Nice,” Sophia said as they entered the main saloon. “Much nicer than the
Alpha
. Of course, you never got overrun with infected.”