The two remaining Sultanate ships left their crippled sister ship behind and continued the chase, though they remained outside of the range of the chase cannon occupying Cari’s cabin. According to her charts, the Maelstrom Shoals lay a few hours ahead of their current position. Once the Vengeance entered the shoals, the most dangerous part of Cari’s plan began.
“Tell me about the shoals again, Helen,” Cari said. She and the Vengeance’s new first mate stood to one side of the quarterdeck, far enough away from the nearest crew members to mask their conversation. It wouldn’t do to have the crew doubting their captain’s decision to attempt this plan.
“As I told you before, I don’t know much more than legend and rumor. Ninety-nine days out of one hundred, the shoals are masked in fog and mist caused by the turbulent waters, volcanoes, and winds swirling amidst the rocks of the straits. The only ships to ever make the passage have done so on the rare days when the winds die down enough to clear the air and allow for safe navigation.”
Cari considered what Helen said. The rocks and winds amidst the shoals ate ships, chewing them into tiny bits of wreckage and flotsam floating out the other side. The biggest question Cari had was whether her navigational and seamanship abilities would help in the midst of the fog and mist of the Maelstrom Shoals.
A glance to the rear at the ships chasing them had Cari weighing her decision once again. Their crew was depleted. Many were wounded in one way or another following their rescue of the raider families. While they might be up to fighting off a boarding action by one Sultanate ship, they’d never survive an attack from the combined crews of two.
Helen followed her gaze and shook her head, deducing Cari’s line of thought.
“No way we can fight ‘em off, ma’am. Much as I hate to say it, the Shoals are our only shot at getting away.”
“Agreed, Helen. Have the helmsman hold our course. Have the bosun prep the crew as best he can for running through rough waters. If anyone falls overboard on our way through, there’s no way we’ll be able to turn about to fetch them.”
“Aye, aye, ma’am.” Helen turned and set off to find Mr. Dawkins so he could make his rounds and ensure everything was shipshape for the passage.
Quest accepted — navigate the Maelstrom Shoals
Looking forward, a smudge of gray appeared on the horizon directly ahead of their course. Bringing her spyglass up and extending the lens, Cari scanned the jagged, smoking peaks of a sunken volcanic mountain range ahead.
The rocks jutting up from the water like teeth stretched north and south as far as she could see. In the center of the rocky islands blocking their path, a cloud of mist and fog showed the location of the Maelstrom Shoals. It was the only gap large enough to accommodate a ship of any size.
Cari shook her head. No luck on getting one of the rare clear days it seemed.
Shouts from the crew in the forecastle and the mast’s foretop told Cari they’d noticed the smudge on the horizon as well and deduced what it meant. The time to test their belief in their captain’s abilities had arrived.
Cari crossed to the helmsman and stood with her hands behind her back, staring straight ahead, assuming what she hoped was a position of calm assurance. As the crew raced around her, following the last-minute orders shouted by Mr. Dawkins and Miss Doolan, Cari raised her voice in an offhand remark to the woman at the wheel next to her.
“It’s a fine day to run the ship through her paces, don’t you think, Katie? Shall we show those Sultanate bastards how a real crew sails their ship?”
“Aye, ma’am,” the woman said, a broad grin appearing on her face. “It’s about time we separated the women from the scared little girls.”
Cari laughed. “Agreed. Steady as she goes. Once we’re in the fog, I’ll take the wheel. Until then, you have the helm.”
———
Boom!
A cannonball splashed in the water to port.
The Sultanate ships had closed again and fired their bow chaser cannons to try and hit the Vengeance before she entered the fog bank dead ahead of them.
“Almost there,” Cari said under her breath, scanning the wall of wind tossed mist and fog ahead of them.
“What, ma’am?” Helen asked from where she stood beside Cari.
“Nothing, just gauging our pursuers’ chances of stopping us before we hit the Shoals ahead.”
Helen glanced over her shoulder.
Boom!
Another cannonball flew past and splashed down to starboard.
“I think if we gave them much longer,” Helen remarked, “They’d be able to sight in the range on us, but we’ll be in the fog within a few minutes. Any last-minute orders, ma’am?”
“No. Just pass the word forward to stand ready on the lines. We’ll only get one chance at this.”
Cari stepped up to Katie at the wheel and tapped the helmswoman on the shoulder.
“I’ll take the wheel, Katie.”
“Aye, ma’am.”
Cari gripped the smooth, rounded spoke handles extending out from the large ship’s wheel. She braced her feet wide on the deck to stabilize herself so she could hold the ship on course against the strong current that had already caught them.
Focusing her vision forward, Cari activated her navigation and seamanship skills. The simple overlay of green and blue vector lines appeared in her vision showing sea and wind currents at play around the Vengeance.
Directly ahead of them, as the bow of the ship entered the mist, a golden trail appeared. It looked like someone had sprinkled sparkling glitter on the small patch of gray-green water she could see through the fog ahead of the ship.
As long as she could keep the ship on that glittering path, they’d be fine. If she veered off either left or right, and they were doomed to run aground and break up among the rocks.
The wind and waves whipped the water to a white-tipped froth as they sailed deeper into the fog.
Boom! Boom!
The Sultanate ships both fired a final shot at their fleeing prey before it disappeared into the fog bank.
Cari heard but couldn’t see the dual splashes that bracketed the ship on either side. She wondered if the Sultanate captains were crazy enough to follow her into the Maelstrom Shoals.
If they didn’t, they’d have to sail several weeks to the north to try and catch her on the other side, provided she and the Vengeance survived the passage.
Cari shook herself back to the task at hand. The golden path ahead of them twisted suddenly to starboard. Spinning the wheel to compensate, she brought the bow around onto the new course.
Helen called out orders forward to Marlin Dawkins so the bosun could adjust the trim of the sails to match their new course with the wind.
The system Cari and the first mate set up worked as planned. The crew hauled on the lines, shifting the ship’s sails to the new course and wind direction.
So far, so good.
Cari barely had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief because the course ahead of the ship shifted again and she began speaking her course changes aloud, to alert Helen to the new direction as the currents and winds caught the ship and propelled it forward into the Maelstrom proper.
The first time they scraped up against rocks came as she tried to negotiate the fifth turn, executing a zig-zag pattern no sane ship’s captain would attempt under normal circumstances.
Cari cringed as she felt the grinding of the wooden hull against the jagged rocks to port.
“Percy—”
“Aye, ma’am.” The boy scampered off down the ladder from the quarterdeck and headed below to check with the ship’s carpenter, anticipating her order before she could finish it. He’d report back on any leaks or weak points in the hull.
Cari spun the wheel to bring the ship about to starboard but quickly turned it back to straighten their course. The glittering trail had narrowed even more and showed a path dead ahead of them.
The problem she had was with the wind and sea current lines she saw. They ran perpendicular to the ship’s course in opposite directions. The sea would push them to port while winds rocked the ship’s masts over to the starboard side.
It was a recipe that would capsize them if she wasn’t careful.
Looking at the rocks from left to right and seeing the way the current flowed back and forth between them, Cari saw the solution, though she was sure her crew was going to think she was crazy.
“Helen, take in all the sail. Now!”
“Ma’am?”
“Just do it. Trust me!”
Helen barked the orders forward and Cari heard the bosun relaying them to the various crew members in the rigging.
Cari gripped the wheel so hard, both hands ached, but she daren’t let go, even for a second to flex her tired muscles.
She glanced aloft. The sailors furled the sails as fast as they could.
The only hope they had was that their forward momentum carried them fast enough to go all the way through the passage.
It was going to be close.
Cari spun the wheel to port, hoping to catch the rebound current off the rocks to the left. If her plan worked, the opposing currents coming off the stones to either side would both help steer the ship and propel it forward through the narrow gap ahead of them.
Straining her eyes to peer ahead through the fog, Cari could make out the point where the thin ribbon of golden glitter that marked the safe passage widened out again. All they had to do was make it that far.
This was the moment of truth.
Cari, spun the wheel to the left, then right, then back to the left again, catching each of the opposing currents in turn. She felt the ship lurch forward a bit each time she found one of the flows.
Then she missed one.
Groans, as if of pain from the ship’s bones, sounded from the ship’s stressed timbers as they scraped along the rocks to port.
Muffled shouts from below alerted Cari to the quick work of the carpenter and his damage control crew. They must’ve spotted a sprung timber and raced to patch the place where water poured in below decks.
Cari felt the ship’s sluggish response as she made the adjustment to catch the next of the currents that would propel them forward. She hoped the collision and the additional water in the bilges didn’t slow them too much.
The already narrow glitter path grew even tighter ahead of them and then dwindled to nothing signaling the change in the ship’s condition to Cari’s enhanced senses.
She had to chance loosening a few sails to catch enough wind to increase their speed. It was the only way to pick up enough speed to survive the rest of the passage.
They might capsize, but it was their only chance.
“Helen, unfurl the mizzen topsails. Just those.”
“Aye, ma’am.”
The first mate called out the order forward and to the crew in the rigging. Men and women raced up the ratlines to set to work.
The ship immediately shifted, the deck tilting to one side until they all stood braced against a nearly twenty-degree angle to starboard.
The sea to that side rode dangerously close to the rail. Cari adjusted the ship’s wheel a bit to try and compensate without pulling them off course.
A glance forward showed the trail to safety had widened again, though. Now she only had to pull off the last of the turns necessary to make the final twists of the passage.
Sweat beaded on her brow, the stress of the constant concentration on the safe path ahead bringing on the mother of all migraines.
Cari was pressing the limits of her navigational and seamanship skills and it started taking its toll on her.
Health damage — health -12
She gritted her teeth against the pain in her head and turned the wheel, matching the course once again. She was back in the groove and the twisting currents helped push the Vengeance along once again.
Cari made the next course correction.
Health damage — health -12
The shooting pain in her head drove like a spike into her brain. She wanted to close her eyes, knowing the light pouring into them exacerbated the pain.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Cari pulled the wheel around to adjust the course again.
Health damage — health -12
Another spike drove more pain into her, distracting her from her focus for a split second. She snarled in anger and forced herself to return to the task at hand.
More pain came as she made the next course correction.
Health damage — health -12
Peering ahead through a haze of both her agony and the surrounding fog, she judged there were only three more turns to go.
Cari checked her health status.
Health: 62/110
Three more course adjustments wouldn’t kill her, but the pain might make it impossible for her to complete her task. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog shrouding her mind.
Cari spun the wheel once again. Another red-hot spike shot through her consciousness.
Health damage — health -12
Her legs buckled and only her grip on the spokes of the ship’s wheel held her up.
“Cari, are you alright?” Helen’s tone and use of her first name told Cari how worried the first mate must be.
Cari straightened her legs again and stared straight ahead, trying to press on.
“I’m fine, Helen. I don’t suppose you could find a cold compress to put on my neck?”
“Ma’am?”
“Never mind, we’re almost there. I can make do.”
Cari heard Helen bark another order, but she couldn’t make out the meaning of the words even though the first mate stood next to her. The part of her brain that processed words had apparently shut down. How strange, she thought.
The glittering trail ahead flashed red, pulling Cari’s awareness back to the task at hand. She turned the ship again, just in time.
Health damage — health -12
Her vision blackened around the edges when the pain hit this time, threatening to blind her. Cari squinted against the pain, peering forward.
One. More. Turn.
She felt something cold and damp press against her neck. The cold sensation lifted some of the fog encroaching on her mind and allowed her to focus once more.
“Thank you, Helen,” Cari muttered through clenched teeth.
“Not a problem, ma’am. You’ve got this. You can stay the course.”
“Yes. I. Can!” Cari shouted the final word, defying the pain in her head as she made the final course correction.
Health damage — health -12
The Vengeance caught the final current and shot free of the last rocky gap to the open sea on the other side.
The fog cleared away from around the ship, though not from Cari’s mind. In fact, the mist there thickened, threatening to pull her under.
Cari struggled against the urge to fall asleep and give in to the pain’s call. She had to let her weary, overtaxed brain rest. She watched as the ship raced out of the gap and passed through the final portion of the glittering gold path she’d followed.
Quest completed — navigate the Maelstrom Shoals
10,000 experience
Seamanship skill to master status
Navigation skill to master status
The crew let out a resounding cheer as they cleared the Maelstrom Shoals.
Cari forced a grim smile on her face. She’d done it.
Something pulled at her hands, prying them from their white-knuckled grip on the ship’s wheel.
“Let go, Cari. Katie’s got it from here,” Helen said.
“Yes, of course. Perhaps someone could help me below. I think I need to lie down for a bit.”
Helen pulled one of Cari’s arms over her head, pulling her captain close and helping her down the steep ladder to the passage leading to her cabin. In the midst of the haze over her mind, she scanned her personal stats as she stumbled down the passageway to her cabin.
They’d done it. They’d made their escape.
Name: Cari Dix
Class: Duelist
Level: 11
Attributes:
Brawn: 12 - +2 to hit/damage
Wisdom: 10 - +1
Luck: 10 - +1 to all saving throws
Speed: 22 - +7 defense
Charm: 16 - +4 personal reaction
Health: 26/110
Skills: Two-Weapon Combat, Acrobatic Dodge — 2, Multi-Foe Tactics — 2, Feint — 2, Taunt, Bladesmith — Master, Prescience — 3, Taunt, Ambidexterity, Seamanship — Master, Navigation — Master, Aimed Cannon Shot
Master Duelist Bonus — Projectile Dodge (50% chance of activation)
Experience: 286,500/300,000