So, it was a challenge. Some writers get together, decide to write something not in their genre, and post the result.
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Me!
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Week Four (January 28th)
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I was given humour or mystery. I cheated a bit…it’s fantasy with humorous and mysterious bits
It also features a few characters from my latest release.
The Mysterious Case of the Unicorn.
‘So, it turns out she was in the loony bin the whole time.’ Guld chuckled at his own story.
Van Gast, racketeer extraordinaire and captain of this vessel, leant back in his chair, swayed with the swell of the sea and glared at his ship’s mage. ‘What has that got to do with the matter in hand?’
Guld tried a strained smile and twisted his fingers in his lap. ‘Um, well, not much I suppose. But I—.’ He caught sight of Van Gast’s face. ‘Nothing really. Sorry Van.’
‘Good. So now we have that out of the way, have you any sensible suggestions as to what the buggery we’re going to do about it? I’d sell it, if I could think of anyone to buy it, but there isn’t anyone that stupid.’ Van considered. ‘Well, not that’s got any money anyway.’
A thud reverberated under the deck, followed by a stomping sound, an irate neighing and another thud.
‘It’s magic—that’s your thing. If you could think of something before the bloody thing puts another hole in the ship, it’d be handy. I don’t fancy sinking much.’
‘Well, er, well I don’t know Van. I’d send it back, only I don’t where it came from.’
Van Gast sprang up from his chair and paced across the violently green rug that brightened his captain’s quarters. The movement made Forn’s bells at his ankle chime, an angry, discordant sound in keeping with his agitation. Not much of a prayer for Forn, merciless god of the sea, but there were plenty of other bells, a set on every man and woman who sailed, an entreaty against what they all feared—death by drowning. Someone else could make a nice prayer with a happy jig today, because Van Gast wasn’t in the mood.
Another thud made the timbers shake his boots. ‘Well, that’s the point isn’t it? You don’t know where it came from because they’re supposed to be mythical. Come on, let’s have another look, maybe we can figure it out. Maybe we can tame it, then we could sell it.’
Only taming it seemed unlikely. Van Gast ran down the steps to the hold, bells jingling, Guld tripping over his too-long robe as he tried to follow. The thuds were louder here and the bulkhead was showing the strain. Splinters sprayed the deck and fist-sized holes let them look into the darkness at the monster beyond.
It didn’t look monstrous at first glance. In fact, it was rather beautiful, with glossy white hair that shone like silver even in the darkness, a handsome, delicate face, eyes dark as the depths of a summer night. The mane and tail were fine enough that they seemed to float, to imply graceful movement even when it was still.
It was only when you saw the horn, twisting and tipped with blood, saw the madness in its gaze and the way the damn thing was kicking and gouging the crap out of the ship—with the impression that it would do the same to whatever stood in its way, alive or dead—that you knew it for a monster.
It saw them watching and lowered its head for a charge at the bulkhead. The ship shuddered under the impact and the horn drove through a hole, a finger’s breadth from Van Gast’s hastily ducked head.
‘Can’t you do anything?’
‘Well, um, probably not much. It’s magic, so I’d need to know the spell to counteract it, see?’ Guld had wisely retreated to the bottom of the steps, out of reach of the horn.
‘What do I pay you for?’
Guld ticked off on his fingers. ‘Weather control, scrying, contact with other racketeers, occasional explosions.’
‘Can we add “disposal of unwelcome guests” to that?’ Another thud almost knocked Van Gast from his feet and showered him in chunks of battered wood. ‘Gods damn it, stop wrecking my bloody ship! Guld, start jingling your prayer bells. We might be going swimming, and I’d like Forn on our side.’
The worst of it was, they had no idea how it’d got there. Van Gast had been asleep when the first thuds had woken him. Any change in his ship always brought him instantly awake, but this—this had him leaping from his bed, heart thudding in his throat, trouble-bone itching behind his ribs, thinking they’d grounded on a reef or maybe another rack had sighted them and opened fire. He’d scrambled for both pistol and sword and was on the deck dressed in nothing but breeches before he’d realised the sound came from inside the guts of the ship. That was several hours, three injured crew and half a bottle of medicinal brandy ago. Maybe not medicinal exactly, but it’d made him feel better. Which is what medicinal meant.
‘There must be something. What about that travel spell thing you do?’
‘It’s too big, wouldn’t get further than half a mile or so.’
‘Half a mile? Excellent. Do it.’
‘But Van, that’d leave it in the sea. It’d drown. That’s not nice.’
‘I don’t recall nice being on that list you just gave me. Besides, we’ll all end up in the sea at this rate and it’s a long old swim to Estovan.’ He rubbed at his breastbone absently. Trouble all right, he didn’t need his little-magics to tell him that, but his trouble bone was scratching like a rat trying to escape his chest.
As if to belabour Van Gast’s point, the unicorn took the opportunity to scrape its horn menacingly on the other side of the bulkhead. Fine shavings of wood clogged Van Gast’s hair and he ran a hand through it distractedly.
‘Fine, fine. Nice. All right. Look, there must be a way of, I don’t know, making it less bloody angry?’
Guld tried a nervous smile. ‘Well, um, yes. There is, the usual way with unicorns. That calms them down.’
Van Gast gave him a flat glare that he hoped would make Guld choke on his own magic. ‘Oh yes, right. Here we are in the middle of the deeps, three days from anywhere, on a racketeer ship. The chances of finding a virgin are so slim, they’re sodding invisible. Half the crews’ wages go on bad women. Or men. Or both.’
‘What about Lanya?’
‘Don’t you have ears?’ Van Gast rolled his eyes at Guld’s blank look. ‘Her and Dillet. At it for ages.’
‘Well what about young Talin? He’s hardly even old enough to shave.’
‘Guld, I have every reason to suspect he was born not a virgin. This is a racketeer ship, not the vestal virgins’ rest home. Racketeers and virginity go together like turnips and custard. Think of something else.’
So, will Van Gast find out who is behind the nefarious Unicorn Plot? Will they find a virgin among a bunch of pirates/racketeers (not likely, if I’m honest). Will Van Gast use this to his advantage?
Tune in next time, which will be ooh when someone gives me a kick in the pants, or I need to procrastinate.