Beside A Burning Sea Part 34

An unseen bird squawked in the distance. Jake s.h.i.+fted a spear from one hand to the other, musing over a plan that had occurred to him several days ago. "I expect this soil's used up," he said, his mind surprisingly clear. "As used up as an old mule."

"The soil?" Joshua asked. "What do you mean?"

Jake dug the b.u.t.t of his spear into the ground. "You see, Captain, on a farm it don't pay to stay put. Instead, you move your crops around, so that you raise wheat, then corn, then barley on the same spot of ground. You plant a new crop each season. Every darn one. That way you ain't letting crops make the same demands on soil year after year. That way you get a healthy crop."

"You're saying . . . we should move? But where?"

"Move islands, Captain. Surprise that snake and put everyone on the lifeboat and move islands."

"Roger could see us move. He'd just tell the j.a.panese."

"Not if we left at night," Akira interjected.

"But he'll figure it out," Joshua countered. "It just buys us time."

"Better to buy time, yes, than nothing at all?" Akira asked.

Joshua tried to think, hating the feeling of helplessness that had suddenly swept into him. He worried about whether they could make a night pa.s.sage of probably ten miles, knowing facts about boats and currents and patrols that neither Jake nor Akira understood. "Is there any chance of us catching up to him in the jungle?" he asked Akira.

Though a part of him wanted to continue along Roger's trail, Akira couldn't fathom leaving Annie so unprotected. "If we do, we leave the cave, yes?"

"Yes," Joshua answered.

"And we might . . . we might regret that until our very last breath."

Joshua found Akira's eyes and nodded. "Then we'll go back. And maybe we'll find some new soil. And maybe this G.o.dforsaken war will at some point leave us alone."

The three men hurried back toward the cave, their speed increasing as they neared the ones they loved.

AS IT ALWAYS HAD, pain propelled Roger forward. The ache in his side, though it raged as if a row of nails had been hammered into his rib, only served to further motivate him. Since he was eleven years old, Roger had used pain as a tool. During his childhood days in Tokyo and years later in Philadelphia, his enemies had often feared hurting him, for they knew that if he were bloodied his vengeance would be even more resolute.

As a boy, Roger had also feared pain. And the memory of this fear was one of his worst, as it reminded him of his tears, his misery, and, above all else, of the laughter that so belittled him. Hiding in pac.h.i.n.ko pac.h.i.n.ko parlors, under bridges, on trains, he'd been able to shut the laughter from his ears, but not from his mind. parlors, under bridges, on trains, he'd been able to shut the laughter from his ears, but not from his mind.

And so Roger now exploited the pain in his side to remind him of the beatings and humiliations he'd once commonly endured, and this reminder served to drive him forward, to push him beyond the limits of what other people could do. He hadn't been wounded in such a manner for many years, and his hatred toward Akira seemed to double with the pa.s.sage of each aching step. As he climbed, he envisioned what torments he'd cast upon his foe the next day. Though the j.a.panese would certainly want to interrogate the traitor, Roger would ask Edo for that privilege.

In Tokyo, Roger's cinder block home hadn't been far from a polluted and concrete-bound creek. He had often sought refuge beneath nearby underpa.s.ses, and once his pursuers had vanished, he'd expend his anger on the creatures that dwelled there. Frogs were blinded. Turtles hurled into rocks. Snakes tied in tight knots.

Thinking of his afternoons alongside the creek, Roger wondered how the monkey would fare without his eyes or feet or tongue. Or with each of his ribs broken. Such thoughts warmed Roger like wine. They allowed him to repress the demons of his past, for each horror that he inflicted upon Akira would be a new memory to carry forward, a memory that would further obscure his recollections of misery.

Finally reaching the summit, Roger quickly uncovered his box. Immediately, he lit and sucked on two cigarettes, drawing the dense smoke deeply into his lungs. His broken rib protested this sudden movement and he grunted in pain. Cursing vehemently, he inhaled again, but more carefully.

With the cigarettes held between his lips, Roger focused on his supplies. He didn't touch the radio. Instead he grabbed the pistol. The cool steel felt natural within his grasp, like a mere extension of his arm. He gripped the weapon tightly. He then pointed it at his throbbing side and pretended to shoot the rib that was so bent on torturing him.

Knowing that the s.h.i.+ps must be close, Roger looked out at the sea. Nothing broke the flat horizon save a splattering of distant islands. Suddenly wanting the others to fear him, and hoping to trick them into believing that he'd remain far away, he held his weapon skyward and fired a single bullet. The crack of the gun seemed unusually loud, and in the jungle below birds took flight, seeking refuge from the foreign noise.

Wis.h.i.+ng that he could see their anxious, pathetic faces, Roger rested the warm barrel of the gun against his aching side. He then set the pistol down and buried the box. Suspecting that his enemies would a.s.sume that he'd stay far removed from them, and realizing that they'd certainly change positions, Roger began the long walk back to the cave. His plan was to watch the others move and to follow them to whatever new hiding place they discovered. Tomorrow he'd bring Edo and his men directly to them.

Content with his plan and eager for the coming day, Roger hurried down the hill. With almost every painful stride, he violently cursed those on the other side of the island. He cursed them individually. He cursed them as one. And though his side throbbed, his mind remained clear enough to explore the intricate and delightful possibilities of what dawn would bring.

THE DISTANT GUNSHOT surprised everyone. On the beach outside the cave, they'd been talking about Roger's betrayal, about what to do in the remaining hours of daylight. The gunshot had stopped such talk. People looked westward, simultaneously fearful that Roger wielded a gun and pleased that he was so far away.

"I can't believe he has a gun," Ratu said, shaking his head and stepping closer to Jake. "I tell you, I just b.l.o.o.d.y can't believe it."

"If he has a gun, he has a radio," Joshua replied, trying to act calm. "We have to a.s.sume that. We have to a.s.sume he's communicating with the j.a.panese. That they're coming here. They torpedoed a hospital s.h.i.+p, and they won't want survivors talking about it. Now, all of that might not be true, but we have to a.s.sume it is and prepare for the worst."

"I think Jake's idea is a good one," Nathan said, the fear that he wouldn't see his family again causing his side to ache, his face and neck to perspire. "We could leave tonight for another island."

Joshua glanced to the east. "That's riskier than it sounds. The new island might not have water. Also, the currents and winds here are strong, and rowing into them, we might not even reach landfall. Or we could be captured at sea. Or we could arrive at an island that's already swarming with j.a.ps. We could go from a bad position to an even worse one."

As the others spoke, Akira worriedly watched Annie. He felt as if events were pulling him from her, conspiring to forever yank them apart. And though as a Buddhist he was supposed to accept suffering as a part of life, he couldn't imagine his life without her. Better to strip me of my senses than of her, he thought. "We have no good choices," he said quietly, "but another choice exists."

"What?" Joshua asked, turning toward him.

Akira s.h.i.+elded his eyes from the sun as he looked up at Joshua. "If he is dead, he can tell no one where we are hiding."

"That's not true," Joshua said. "He could have told them already over a radio."

Akira shook his head. "So sorry, but I do not think he would do this. Then they would not need him. No, a man like Roger would rather show them himself."

"That's a big, risky a.s.sumption," Isabelle interjected, feeling slightly nauseated, wis.h.i.+ng they were anywhere but here.

"Again, so sorry, but not with men like Roger," Akira replied. "He will want to lead them to us."

"I agree," Annie said.

"Oh, Annie," Isabelle countered, and then stopped herself from immediately continuing. Taking a deep breath, she said, "He has a gun, Akira. How would we kill him anyway?"

"I'd like to know that too," Joshua added.

"If my countrymen arrive, they will land in the harbor, yes?" When Joshua nodded, Akira continued. "Roger will wait for them there. If I arrive at the beach tonight, under the protection of darkness, I can hide. I can watch for him. At some point he will reveal himself. And then . . . then I will kill him."

Joshua again looked at the distant islands, wis.h.i.+ng that a strong wind was coming from the west instead of the northeast. Rowing into that wind would be hard. The lifeboat, overloaded with seven pa.s.sengers and various supplies, would be extremely heavy. Lifeboats were designed to float rather than to travel great distances, and Joshua wondered if they could even reach land. He suspected that they could, but worried about encountering the j.a.panese at sea or on another island.

"We're going to take the boat," he said suddenly, feeling that the island was like a noose drawing about their necks. "G.o.d willing, we'll leave tonight. We'll pack only the most critical supplies. I can navigate by the stars, and with luck we'll reach landfall a few hours before dawn. We can't just sit here and hope that we're not found. That's just not good enough."

"May I say one other thing?" Akira asked.

"Of course."

"If I followed him and I found his radio, we could call for help. Yes?"

Nathan turned to Akira. "Now, that's a thought."

"But you can't do all that, Akira," Annie said worriedly, changing her earlier position now that she realized how dangerous it would be for Akira to go after Roger. "He's got a gun. He knows the ground. You've got nothing."

"So sorry, but he expects us to run."

"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l. I think we should run," Ratu said anxiously. Tugging on Jake's arm, he added, "I tell you, Big Jake's idea is the best. Let's do what the captain says. Let's get off this island. Let's run."

Joshua turned the pros and cons of each plan over in his mind. As Akira had said earlier, they didn't have any good choices. Just choices. "He's like a cat in that jungle," Joshua finally replied. "I just don't see how you're going to sneak up on him. You'll just end up getting shot. So we're going to take the boat. We'll take it tonight."

Akira nodded. "Then we will take the boat."

"Good," Joshua said. "I think it's the least risky proposition. So now let's plan our trip. Why don't-"

Jake, who was on the westward side of their circle and was facing the sea, suddenly pointed over Joshua's head. "Look, Captain."

Joshua often carried the binoculars, and this moment was no exception. He found a distant smudge with his unaided eyes and then brought the field gla.s.ses to bear. "Mother Mary," he whispered as a group of wars.h.i.+ps came into focus. Squinting, he looked for identifying marks, and felt his heart drop when he saw strange white characters slightly below the bows. A heavy cruiser led the convoy, followed by a transport s.h.i.+p and two destroyers. The s.h.i.+ps were heading due west, directly toward the island.

"Are they ours?" Annie asked, biting a nail, afraid of the answer.

"Unfortunately, no. And they're headed this way." Joshua glanced at Isabelle and said a quick prayer, knowing that the transport s.h.i.+p could carry more than a thousand soldiers. He saw fear in the faces before him and tried to control his own dread. "They're not going to find us," he said, looking from person to person.

Ratu took Jake's hand. "But we're trapped. And they're coming . . . coming for us. Oh, what are we going to b.l.o.o.d.y do?"

"If Roger fails to meet them," Akira said, "they will waste time looking for him and us on the island. They most likely will not know of the lifeboat, yes? And so if we are on another island at that point, they will never know it. And if I can find the radio, we can take it with us."

Annie shook her head. "But Joshua's right. Roger is like a cat in the jungle. How would you sneak up on him? It's impossible. It's too much for you to do alone. You just can't go and do that."

Akira sighed, believing that his course of action was the best. "Then I will not go alone. If he would like, Jake can join me."

"Jake's not a soldier," Joshua said.

Jake, who until this point in the war had only fixed engines, had never expected to actually fight. Though he'd felt no compulsion to do so, he did experience a sense of pride at being asked. Also, he was terribly worried about what might happen to Ratu if the j.a.panese discovered that his father was leading Americans against them. Because of this fear, several days earlier, Jake had decided that he'd do whatever possible to protect him. And now, as Jake looked into Ratu's frightened eyes, he felt compelled to accompany Akira. If the two of them could keep the j.a.panese at bay, Ratu would never be alone in a room full of hostile men who didn't care about the tears of a boy.

"I'll go, Captain," Jake finally said. "I reckon I can be of use."

Joshua considered his options. Removing Roger would certainly improve their chances of staying unharmed. But was it fair to risk the lives of two good men? "I should go with Akira," Joshua said.

"So sorry, Captain," Akira replied. "But I do not agree. If something should happen to us, you will be needed for the lifeboat. None of us know the sea like you do."

"We should stick together," Annie said. "We need to-"

"Annie," Akira said, interrupting her for the first time since they'd met, "please remember what you told me. What you asked of me. I am doing what needs to be done."

She started to reply but forced herself to stop, turning away from him. Knowing that he was right but suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of him getting killed, she wasn't certain what to do. How could she let him go when he might not return?

"What do you think, Captain?" Akira asked. "A good plan, yes?"

Joshua nodded. "Only if you two return alive."

"We will return."

"We'll have to move a bit up the coast, just in case he comes back here," Joshua said, hating to risk their lives but deciding that Akira's plan was the best option. "We'll take the boat. We'll head straight north, along the beach. But we won't go far. When you're done, just walk up the beach and you'll find us. And then we'll get off this G.o.dforsaken island together."

"Thank you," Akira said, bowing slightly. "Jake and I will leave at dusk."

Additional strategies were discussed. The group then disbanded, each member having been a.s.signed an important task. In the distance, the four j.a.panese wars.h.i.+ps loomed larger. To the unaided eye, they looked like nothing much more than four gray ducks on a lake. To the aided eye, however, they bristled with guns and men, and were immense steel beasts that couldn't have seemed more out of place on the warm waters.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER, after all preparations had been made and the crucial cloak of darkness had not yet fallen, Annie and Akira sat within the secondary cave. They waited miserably for the inevitable pa.s.sage of time, though the sun seemed to have stuck in the unseen sky. The shaft of light angled downward, illuminating airborne dust. The ancient boats glowed and faded as a small fire flickered in the cave's corner. Annie and Akira sat opposite the s.h.i.+ps, watching them as they seemed to move upon invisible waves.

"I know that I told you to do whatever was necessary, but I still don't want you to go," Annie said quietly.

Akira didn't respond, knowing that she'd have to hear the right words to grasp the wisdom of his plan. Finally he said, "Do you want to see me off this island?"

"Yes. You know I do."

He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, watching how her skin moved beneath his. "Please describe where you want to see me."

Her face tightened in bewilderment. "But why?"

"Just tell me, please."

She shrugged tiredly. "Well, I would . . . I'd want to show you California. A lot of j.a.panese are there, and I don't think it would be a big problem."

"What would we do in California?"

"We would . . . walk the streets."

"Holding hands, as Americans do?"

"Yes," she said, smiling fleetingly at the thought.

"Can you please tell me more? Much more?"

"We'd . . . we'd hold hands and we'd explore new places together. We'd visit parks and museums, and we could go to the sea."

"And at night?"

"Nights would be the best," she answered slowly, contemplating evenings spent with him. "We'd read so many books and poems. I could teach you to paint. And we'd talk, but not always. I don't think we'd need to talk constantly, like so many couples do." She paused, seeking his eyes. "And you? How do you see us?"

"How does one see a dream?" he asked. "For that is what it would be."

"Try. Try to . . . see it."

He kept his gaze on her face, loving her, hopeful that he'd have endless chances to talk with her again, but also dreadfully worried that these words would be the last between them. "Some say that love grows old," he replied, his voice hardly more than a whisper. "Like a child's once-treasured kite, it becomes less joyful. But I think our love would simply grow."