Shadow and Fortune

CHAPTER TWO: Something Stupid, The Red Shroud, The Shadow of War

Miss Fortune snapped the barrels of her pistols shut and laid them down on the table next to her short-bladed sword. Scores of frantic bells and shouts of alarm echoed from the panicked city below; she knew well what they signified.

The Harrowing.

In defiance of the incoming storm, she'd kept the shuttered windows of her newly-acquired villa open, daring the dead to come for her. Muttering winds carried their hunger and a cold that settled bone-deep.

Perched high on Bilgewater's eastern cliffs, the villa had once belonged to a hated gang leader. In the chaos of Gangplank's fall, he'd been dragged from his bed and had his brains bashed out on the cobbles.

Now it belonged to Miss Fortune, and she'd be damned if she'd go the same way. She reached up and ran a fingertip around the curves of the pendant Illaoi had given her at Byrne's sinking. The coral was warm to the touch, and though she didn't truly believe in what it represented, it was a pretty enough bauble.

The door to her chamber opened and she let the pendant drop.

She knew who was behind her without turning. Only one man would dare enter without knocking.

"What are you doing?" asked Rafen.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Like you're about to do something damned stupid."

"Stupid?" said Miss Fortune, placing her hands on the table. "We shed blood and lost good people to bring down Gangplank. I'm not going to let the Harrowing just-"

"Just what?"

"Take this place from me," she snapped lifting her pistols and jamming them into their custom tooled hip-scabbards. "And you're not going to stop me."

"We're not here to stop you."

Miss Fortune turned to see Rafen at the threshold of her chambers. A score of her best fighters waited in the vestibule beyond, armed to the teeth with a mixture of muskets, wheel-lock pistols, clanking bundles of clay splinter-bombs and cutlasses that looked like they'd been looted from a museum.

"Looks like you're about to do something damned stupid as well," she said.

"Aye," agreed Rafen, walking over to the open window and slamming the shutters closed. "You really think we'd let our captain go out to face that alone?"

"I almost died bringing Gangplank down, and I'm not done yet. I don't expect you to go with me, not tonight," said Miss Fortune coming to stand before her men and resting her hands on the carved walnut grips of her guns. "This isn't your fight."

"Course it bloody is," said Rafen.

Miss Fortune took a breath and nodded.

"There's every chance we won't live to see morning," she said, unable to keep the hint of a smile tugging at her lip.

"This ain't our first Harrowing together, Captain," said Rafen, tapping the skull pommel of his sword. "And I'll be damned if it's our last."

II

Olaf was in sight of the Winter's Kiss when he heard the screams. He ignored them at first – screams were nothing new in Bilgewater – but then he saw men and women running from the quayside in terror, and his interest was piqued.

They scrambled from their boats and fled for the crooked streets as fast as they could. They didn't look back and they didn't stop, not even when a shipmate tripped or fell into the water.