âTaught me everythinâ I know about the pirate trade. Arrr, what a man he was.â
âIs he buried here?â Tycho asked.
âFather?â Huff looked surprised, maybe even a bit offended. âNo . . . jettisoned into space, as was his wish. Weâre not for buryinâ, Tyke. Awful thought for a pirate, spendinâ eternity under dirt. When you hear me death rattle, lad, just shove whateverâs left of me out into space.â
Huff reached for the panel that controlled the hologram, then stopped, grimacing and flexing his hand.
âTyke, do your olâ granddad a favor and get one of those pills out of my bandolier,â he asked.
Tycho did as he was asked, and Huff placed the pill under his tongue gratefully, still flexing his hand.
âArthritis,â Huff explained. âDonât get old, Tyke.â
âI hear itâs better than the alternative, Grandfather,â Tycho said.
Huff rumbled with laughter. âAye, that it is.â He stabbed at the buttons and Johannesâs image disappeared, replaced by that of a regal-looking man in old-fashioned clothes.
âThat there is old Martin Luther Hashoone,â Huff said. âI gather you made his acquaintance, back on the Comet .â
Tycho winced. âYou know about the test, then.â
âAye,â Huff said. âWas watchinâ on my viewscreen, even.â
âSo whose strategy did you think was best?â Tycho asked.
âYer sisterâs,â Huff said at once. âBetcha knew that already. Sheâs got all the instincts to be a fine pirate one day.â
â Privateer , Grandfather,â Tycho said. âAnd what about me and Carlo?â
âYour plan werenât bad, lad,â Huff said. âWhen youâre dealt a bad hand, sometimes itâs best to lay back and play for a better card. As for Carlo . . . arr. That one needs to learn that flyinâ ainât everything. And captainâs summat yeh earn, not summat what gets handed to yeh. A pirate never makes assumptions, Tykeâtheyâll be the death of yeh.â
âI know,â Tycho said. He hesitated, then plunged ahead, into dangerous territory: âAnything can happen. Like it did with Mom and Aunt Carina.â
Huff was silent for a long moment, and Tycho wondered if heâd gone too far.
âYou know I donât talk about that, lad,â Huff said at last, staring up at the flickering image of Martin Luther Hashoone. But then he continued anywayâperhaps the presence of his ancestors made more-recent history less painful to confront. âWe lost good pirates on that dark day, Tyke. Some of our bravest and boldest. And the reputation of some worthy pirates wound up just as dead.â
âThe ones who betrayed us,â Tycho said.
âArrr, the very ones,â Huff said. âThoadbone Mox. And Oshima Yakata.â
âWhat happened to them?â Tycho asked.
âThoadbone ran and hid somewhere around Saturn, tryinâ to stay a step ahead of the Securitatâs agentsâstay ahead of them and any Jupiter pirate he happened to run across,â Huff said. âHeard he met his maker a few years backâshot full of holes over Mars. And good riddance.â
âAnd the other one? Osh . . . Oshima?â
âSold her ship and retired to Io,â Huff said. âAinât seen her since. Donât care to, neither.â
They stood in silence for a moment, beneath the gaze of Martin Luther Hashoone.
âGrandfather, do you believe what they sayâthat the Jovian Union betrayed us too?â Tycho asked hesitantly.
Huff looked at his grandson, then turned to contemplate the shimmering image of their ancestorâa man whose last sight, Tycho realized, might have been the bow of an onrushing warship from Earth.
âYâknow about the jammers, then,â Huff said, still staring up at Martin
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