The Black Lung Captain
'My father sits in the House of Chancelors for the Duchy of Rabban, and my six brothers al work in the field of law. But I had a different caling.'
    'An explorer,' said Crake. 'So I see. Ever found anything?' Frey gave him a look, but he ignored it.
    'Wel, not anything that you'd see on the front page of the broadsheets, but I have led many expeditions to far-flung places, and contributed valuable knowledge in the fields of—'
    'And how many people have you lost on your expeditions? Aside from your entire team the last time you were here?'
    Hodd looked wounded, unable to understand the source of this sudden hostility. 'Sir, I don't know what I might have done to offend you, but—'
    'Do you even know? Crake asked. The fury exploded from nowhere. Suddenly he was red-faced and shouting. 'Do you even know how many porters and pilots and natives died while you were playing explorer with your daddy's money? How many people?'
    The group stared at Crake, shocked. Hodd had gone pale. He looked to Grist, as if the burly captain might defend him.
    'Crake,' murmured Jez. 'Leave it alone.'
    'People like him!' Crake snorted. 'Other people die for their dreams of glory. It won't be him that gets kiled in there.'
    'Now, now,' said Grist, raising his hands. 'Let's al play nice, hmm? We al trust Mr Hodd when he says he's goin' to lead us to great treasure.' He put his arm round Hodd and gave him a menacing squeeze. "Cause he knows what'l happen if he don't.'
    The explorer grinned nervously. 'It's that way,' he said, pointing. With a few odd looks at Crake, they began to shuffle off towards the forest. Jez gave him a sympathetic glance and then turned away. Crake shouldered his pack and folowed her.
    I wonder if I'll make it back alive , Crake thought.
    He honestly couldn't bring himself to care.
    The rain began in the afternoon. It came with considerable force.
    Frey had been rained on before, but this was up there with the best of them. Leaves and branches bowed and rocked under the onslaught. A wet mist gathered in the air until it was hard to see anything more than a half-dozen metres away. The forest filed with the hiss of faling water and the hoots and screeches of excited animals in the treetops.
    What little good cheer had attended their departure rapidly disappeared. They trudged along in single file, wishing they were anywhere but here. Pinn, walking ahead of Frey, kept up a constant stream of grumbling. The ground had turned to a quagmire, and was attempting to suck their boots off their feet with every step.
    Their coats had soaked through. Previously warm underlayers were now damp and freezing. Frey could only hope that Crake's equipment was wrapped up better than they were.
    The only person who seemed to be having a good time was Hodd.
    'Spit and blood, I've missed this place!' he cried, then laughed and shook his fist towards the leafy heavens. 'Cruel nature, do your worst!'
    Frey saw Pinn's hand twitch towards his pistol, and grabbed his wrist before he could do anything rash.
    'Can't I kil him just a little bit?' Pinn whined.
    'He's the only one who knows the way back, Pinn. We need him to get us out of here when we're done.'
    Pinn thought about that for a moment. 'Alright, Cap'n.' He poked one stubby finger at Frey. 'But I'm doing this for you, okay?'
    'Appreciate it,' said Frey. Up ahead, Hodd began to sing a marching tune, loud and off-key. Pinn gritted his teeth.
    'I can't take much more, Cap'n,' he said.
    Frey sighed, then pushed his way up the line to Hodd.
    Hodd was punching the air lustily. ' Oh, brave and strident sol-diers, whose cou-rage none can — Oh! Helo, Captain Frey.'
    Frey nodded in greeting, and leaned close as they walked. 'You've heard of the monsters that are rumoured to infest this island, Hodd?'
    'Oh, yes!' said Hodd. 'I've seen several, in fact. One of them damn near had me for breakfast.'
    'You've seen several,' Frey repeated. 'That's good. Did you see if they had ears?'
    Hodd looked bewildered.

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