The Dragon Republic. R.F. Kuang

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      “That doesn’t make it an enemy ship,” said Ramsa. He peered out at the ship with a spyglass of his own. “Could be a friendly.”

      Baji snorted. “We’re fugitives working for a pirate lord. Do you think we have a lot of friends right now?”

      “Fair enough.” Ramsa slammed the spyglass shut and shoved it in his pocket.

      “Just open fire,” Chaghan suggested.

      Baji shot him an incredulous look. “Look, I don’t know how much time you’ve spent at sea, but when you see a foreign warship with no identifying marks and no indication of whether or not it’s brought a support fleet, the response is usually not to just open fire.”

      “Why not?” Chaghan asked. “You said it yourself. It can’t be a friendly.”

      “Doesn’t mean it’s looking for a fight.”

      Ramsa’s head swiveled back and forth between Chaghan and Baji as they spoke. He looked like a very confused baby bird.

      “Hold fire,” Rin told him hastily. “At least until we know who they are.”

      The ship was close enough now that she could just make out an etching of characters on the sides of the ship. Cormorant. She’d been over the list of Red Junk ships harbored at Ankhiluun. This wasn’t one of them.

      “Are you seeing this?” Ramsa was peering through his spyglass again. “What the hell is this?”

      “What?” Rin couldn’t tell what was bothering Ramsa. She couldn’t see any armored troops. Or crew of any uniform, for that matter.

      Then she realized that was precisely what was wrong.

      She couldn’t see anyone on board at all.

      No one stood at the helm. No one manned the oars. The Cormorant was close enough now that they could all see its empty decks.

      “That’s impossible,” said Ramsa. “How are they propelling it?”

      Rin leaned over the side of the ship and yelled. “Aratsha! Hard right turn.”

      Aratsha obeyed, reversing their direction faster than any oared ship would be able to. But the foreign ship veered about immediately to follow their course, cutting an absurdly precise turn. The ship was fast, too—even though the Caracel had Aratsha propelling it along, the Cormorant had no trouble following their pace.

      Seconds later it had almost caught up. It was pulling in parallel. Whoever was on it intended to board.

      “That’s a ghost ship,” Ramsa whimpered.

      “Don’t be stupid,” Baji said.

      “They’ve got a shaman, then. Chaghan’s right, we should fire.”

      They looked helplessly at Rin to confirm the order. She opened her mouth just as a boom split the air, and the Caracel shook under their feet.

      “You still think it’s not hostile?” Chaghan asked.

      “Fire,” she said.

      Ramsa ran belowdecks to light the fuse. Moments later a series of booms rocked the Caracel as their starboard-side cannons went off one by one. Blazing metal balls skimmed over the water, scorching bright orange trails behind them—but instead of blowing holes into the sides of the Cormorant, they only bounced off metal plating. The warship barely shook from the impact.

      Meanwhile the Caracel lurched alarmingly to starboard. Rin peeked over the edge—they’d taken damage to their hull, and though she knew nearly nothing about ships, that didn’t look survivable.

      She cursed under her breath. They’d have to row one of the lifeboats back to shore. If the Cormorant didn’t dispose of them first.

      She could hear Ramsa’s footsteps moving frantically around belowdecks, trying to reload. Arrows sailed over her head, courtesy of Qara, but they thudded ineffectively into the sides of the warship. Qara had no target—the warship had no crew on deck, no archers. Whoever it was didn’t need archers when they had a row of cannons so powerful they could likely blow the Caracel out of the water in minutes.

      “Get closer!” Rin shouted. They were outgunned, outmaneuvered. The only chance they had at winning was to board that ship and smoke it out. “Aratsha! Put me on that ship!”

      But they weren’t moving. The Caracel bobbed listlessly in the water.

       “Aratsha!”

      No response. Rin climbed on the railing and bent to look overboard. She saw an odd stream of black, like a smoke cloud unfurling underwater. Blood? But Aratsha didn’t bleed, not when he was in his watery form. And the cloud looked too dark to be blood.

      No. It looked like ink.

      A projectile shrieked overhead. She ducked. The salvo landed in the water in front of her. Another burst of black emanated from the site of impact.

      It was ink.

      They were firing the pellets into the water. This was intentional. Their attackers knew the Cike had a water shaman, and they had blinded Aratsha on purpose because they knew what he was.

      Rin’s chest tightened. This was no random attack. The warship had targeted them, had prepared for what they could do. This was a calculated ambush planned well in advance.

      Moag had sold them out.

      Another series of missiles whistled through the air, this time headed for the deck. Rin crouched down, braced for the explosion, but the impact didn’t come. She opened her eyes. A delayed explosive?

      But no fiery explosion rocked the boat. Instead a cloud of black smoke shot out of the projectiles, unfurling outward with a terrifying rapidity. Rin didn’t bother trying to run. The smoke covered the entire deck within seconds.

      It wasn’t just a smokescreen, it was an asphyxiate—she tried to suck in air but nothing went through; it was like her throat had closed up, as if someone had pinned her to the wall by the neck. She staggered back, gagging. She could taste something in the air—something sickly sweet and terribly familiar.

      Opium.

       They know what we are. They know what makes us weak.

      Suni and Baji dropped to their knees, utterly subdued. Wherever Qara was, she’d stopped shooting. Rin could just make out Ramsa’s and Chaghan’s limp forms through the smoke. Only she remained standing, coughing violently, clutching feebly at her throat.

      She had smoked opium so many times, the phases of the high were familiar to her by now. It was only a matter of time.

      First there was the dizzying sensation of floating, accompanied by an irrational euphoria.

      Then the numbness that felt almost as good.

      Then nothing.

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