Jingo. Part 31

"Huh, an' I got three points," mumbled n.o.bby. "They was perfectly good words that you wouldn't let me have, too."

"I'm sure the gentlemen don't want to know those words," said Colon severely.

"I'd have got ten points for that X."

Leonard looked up. "Strange. We seem to have stopped moving..."

He reached up and opened the hatch. Damp night air poured in, and there was the sound of voices, quite close, echoing loudly as voices do when heard across water.

"Heathen Klatchian talk," said Colon. "What are they gabblin' about?"

"'What nephew of a camel cut the rigging?'" said Lord Vetinari, without looking up. "'Not just the ropes, look at this sail-Here, give me a hand...'"

"I didn't know you spoke Klatchian, my lord."

"Not a word," said Lord Vetinari.

"But you-"

"I did not," said Vetinari calmly.

"Ah...right..."

"Where are we, Leonard?"

"Well, er, my star charts are all out of date, of course, but if you would care to wait until the sun rises, and I've invented a device for ascertaining position by reference to the sun, and devised a satisfactorily accurate watch-"

"Where are we now now, Leonard?"

"Er...in the middle of the Circle Sea, I suspect."

"The middle?"

"Pretty close, I should say. Look, if I can measure the wind speed-"

"Then Leshp should be in this vicinity?"

"Oh, yes, I should-"

"Good. Unhitch us from this apparently stricken s.h.i.+p while we still have the cover of darkness and in the morning I wish to see this troublesome land. In the meantime, I suggest that everyone gets some sleep."

Sergeant Colon did not get a lot of sleep. This was partly because he was woken up several times by sawing and banging coming from the front of the Boat, and partly because water kept dripping on his head, but mainly because the lull in activity was causing him to consider his position.

Sometimes when he woke up he saw the Patrician hunched over Leonard's drawings, a gaunt silhouette in the light of the candle-reading, making notes...

He was in the immediate company of a man even the a.s.sa.s.sins' Guild was frightened of, another man who would stay up all night in order to invent an alarm clock to wake him up in the morning, and a man who had never knowingly changed his underwear.

And he was at sea.

He tried to look on the bright side. What was the main reason why he hated boats? The fact that they sank, right? But this one had the sinking built in built in right from the start. And you didn't have to watch the waves going right from the start. And you didn't have to watch the waves going up up and and down down, because they were already above you.

All this was logical. It just wasn't very comforting.

When he awoke at one point there were faint voices coming from the other end of the vessel.

"-don't quite understand, my lord. Why them?" them?"

"They do what they're told, they tend to believe the last thing they heard, they're not bright enough to ask questions, and they have that certain unshakeable loyalty available to those unenc.u.mbered by too much intelligence."

"I suppose so, my lord."

"Such men are valuable, believe me."

Sergeant Colon turned over and tried to make himself comfortable. Glad I'm not like those those poor b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, he thought as he drifted off to sleep on the bosom of the deep. I'm a man with special qualities. poor b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, he thought as he drifted off to sleep on the bosom of the deep. I'm a man with special qualities.

Vimes shook his head. The stern light of the Klatchian s.h.i.+p was barely visible in the gloom.

"Are we gaining on them?" he said.

Captain Jenkins nodded. "We might be. There's a lot of sea between us."

"And has all all excess weight been thrown overboard?" excess weight been thrown overboard?"

"Yes! What do you want me to do, shave my beard off?"

Carrot's face appeared over the edge of the hold. "All the lads are bedded down, sir."

"Right."

"I'll turn in for a few hours too, sir, if it's all right with you."

"Sorry, captain?"

"I'll get my head down, sir."

"But...but-" Vimes waved vaguely at the darkening horizon, "we're in hot pursuit of your girlfriend! Among other things," he added.

"Yes, sir."

"So aren't you...you mean you can...you want to...captain, you intend to go and have a bit of a nap a bit of a nap?"

"To be fresh for when we catch up with them. Yes, sir. If I spend the whole night staring out there worrying then I'll probably be a bit useless when we catch up with them, sir."

It made sense. It really did did make sense. Of make sense. Of course course it made sense. Vimes could see the sense all over it. Carrot had actually sat down and thought it made sense. Vimes could see the sense all over it. Carrot had actually sat down and thought sensibly sensibly about things. about things.

"You'll be able to get get to sleep, will you?" he said weakly. to sleep, will you?" he said weakly.

"Oh, yes. I owe it to Angua."

"Oh. Well...good night, then."

Carrot disappeared into the hold again.

"Good heavens," said Jenkins. "Is he real?"

"Yes," said Vimes.

"I mean...would you go and bang your ear if we was chasing your your lady in that s.h.i.+p?" lady in that s.h.i.+p?"

Vimes said nothing.

Jenkins sn.i.g.g.e.red. "Mind you, if it was Lady Sybil, she'd be a bit lower on the waterline-"

"You just watch the...the sea. Don't run into any d.a.m.n whales or anything," said Vimes, and strode up to the sharp end.

Carrot, he thought. If you didn't know him, you wouldn't believe it...

"They're slowing, Mr. Vimes!" Jenkins called out.

"What?"

"I reckon they're slowing down, I said!"

"Good."

"So what're you going to do when we catch them?"

"Er..." Vimes hadn't given this a lot of thought. But he recalled a very bad woodcut he'd once seen in a book about pirates.

"We'll swing across on to them with our cutla.s.ses in our teeth?" he said.

"Really?" said Jenkins. "That's good. I haven't seen that done in years. Only ever seen it done once, in fact."

"Oh, yes?"

"Yes, this lad'd seen the idea in a book and he swung across into the other s.h.i.+p's rigging with his cutla.s.s clenched, as you say, between his teeth."

"Yes?"

"Topless Harry, we wrote on his coffin."

"Oh."

"I don't know if you've ever seen a soft-boiled egg after you've picked up your knife and sli-"

"All right, I see the point. What do you suggest?"

"Grapnels. You can't beat grapnels. Catch 'em on the other s.h.i.+p and just pull 'em toward you."

"And you've got grapnels?"

"Oh, yes. Saw some only today, in fact."

"Good. Then-"

"As I recall," Jenkins went on relentlessly, "it was when your Sergeant Detritus was chucking stuff over the side and he said, 'What shall we do with dese bendy, hooky things, sir?' and someone, can't recall his name just at this minute, said, 'They're dead weight, throw them over.'"

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Oh, well, I didn't like to," said Jenkins. "You were doing so well."

"Don't mess me about, captain. Otherwise I'll clap you in irons."

"No, you ain't going to do that, and I'll tell you why. First, 'cos when Captain Carrot said, 'These chains, sir, what shall I do with them?' you said-"

"Now, you listen to-"

"-and, second, I don't reckon you know anything about s.h.i.+ps, oh deary me. We don't clap people in irons, we put them in chains. Do you know how to splice the mainbrace? 'Cos I don't. All that yohoho stuff's for landlubbers, or it would be if we ever used words like landlubber. Do you know the difference between port and starboard? I don't. I've never even drunk starboard. s.h.i.+ver my timber!"

"Isn't it 's.h.i.+ver my timbers'?"

"I've been ill." Captain Jenkins spun the wheel. "Also, this is a frisky wind and me and my crew know how to pull the strings that make the big square canvas things work properly. If your men tried it you'd soon find out how far it is to land."

"How far is it to land?"

"About thirty fathoms, hereabouts."

The light was noticeably nearer.

"Bingeley-bingeley beep!"

"Good grief, what now now?" said Vimes.

"Eight pee em. Er...Narrowly Escape a.s.sa.s.sination by Klatchian Spy?"

Vimes went cold. "Where?" he said, looking around wildly.

"Corner of Brewer Street and Broadway," said the little sing-song voice.

"But I'm not there!"

"What's the point of having appointments, then? What's the point of my making an effort? You told told me you wanted to know what you me you wanted to know what you ought ought to-" to-"

"Listen, you don't have an appointment for being a.s.sa.s.sinated!"