Sophie kept ascending, taking it slow now, lots of time, all the air in the world was up there, waiting, waiting.
The surface felt closer than it was. Her head broke the water and she gasped.
âI dunnoâhow pearl diversâdid it,â she said.
Lais just sputtered.
They climbed back into the dingy, lying against each other until they had their breath again, their bodies warming where they touched. Then they rowed back to the Estrel . Dracy leaned out, reaching for the skull, reclaiming Daddy.
âPlease tell me this is it,â Sophie said, holding out the stumpy tube to Lais.
He produced a small key that hung from a chain around his neck. âThis is the key the extortionists sent,â he said. He searched the outer edge of the case until he found a lock. He jiggled it. There was a click.
âHooray for that,â Sophie said.
He unscrewed the cap and, peered inside, reaching with a finger and tugging. âThereâs a plug.â
Tug. Tug. The âplugâ popped out with a thump.
Sophie felt a kick go through her whole body, a jolt of terror.
âIs that ⦠a metal?â Dracy asked.
âDown, get down!â Sophie snatched the grenadeâ grenade, dammit grenade, donât go off! âfrom the deck and hurled it as far from the Estrel as she could.
âTeeth, Sophie, what areââ
She grabbed Lais by the ankle and flipped him on his back.
There was a bang. A tremor thrummed through the ship: shock and a chattering as shrapnel and water clattered off the starboard hull.
The birds, as one, took off, shrieking reproachfully.
Bet thereâs some petrel feathers in the water now, Sophie thought, a little stunned. I could grab âem for DNA.
âIs everyone all right?â
She could see they were. Dracy had curled protectively around her lantern; a piece of flying metal had winged her arm, opening a gash.
Sophie climbed to her feetâher knees were shaking, and tears were running down her faceâand pressed her hand over Dracyâs wound, slowing the flow of blood.
âHow did you know?â Lais said.
âHow did I know? â she repeated. Her ears were ringing. âWas that the only one?â
He looked into the case. âAll thatâs left in here is the scrip. What in the name of Temperance was that thing?â
This is what it takes to make you people curious about technology? She found herself wondering if she could imitate the dunno, donât care shrug.
âSteel,â Dracy said. âThat was steel.â
âTeeth!â Lais said.
A crewman was running up with bandages now, to patch up the captain.
âSeriously?â Sophie heard an angry edgeâhysteria, almostâin her own voice. âYou donât have grenades here?â
Blank expressions greeted her.
I suppose itâs only fair, she thought, clutching the rail to steady herself. I donât know magic, they donât know modern weaponry.
âI think someone wants you dead, Lais.â
CHAPTER 6
âHorse racing must be pretty cutthroat if someoneâs willing to blow you up over a foal,â Sophie observed a couple hours later.
She and Lais were topside, drinking a thin, yeasty ale and looking at the stars, familiar constellations that suggested that, missing continents or not, this was Earth.
He waved his glass. âMy familyâs passion is racing, but Iâm something of an oddity.â
âI know how that feels.â
âIâve been trying to justify my peculiarities by expanding our business into other areas.â
âTouchy areas?â
âYou might say that.â He looked at her speculatively, then said, âCome to my cabin.â
She followed him below, to a cabin that was only slightly larger than hers. A big leather portfolio lay open on its bunk; tied into it were leather-bound books, an array of what looked like magnifying lenses, and a loom. He unlocked a small