words dried up. Handes, less perceptive, added with brazen insolence, "It is no good going on here as if we were all still on board, and high and mighty. The stores must be opened and shared out proper. We had better have mess twice a day instead of one, and the beasts might bring us a little fish, too, instead of eating it all the day by themselves."
The words alone were pure disrespect, if they had not also been foolish to an extreme; and to round them out with insult, Handes spoke while clapping one great fist into his other hand softly but in meaningful rhythm, as if he meant to imply some sort of threat: Temeraire was away hunting, at present.
But Laurence was neither slight nor stoop-shouldered, and he had once been a lieutenant - briefly and unhappily - under a hard-horse captain; he had never in his own command found it necessary to resort to similar tactics, but that did not mean he was shy of them. He bent down and seized a brand out of the fire and struck Handes in the belly to fold him over, and then again across the shoulders to flatten him to the ground.
"Stay there," Laurence said, savagely, standing over him, "stay there, Handes; I will not answer for it, if you should get up. By God, you may hope I will not think better of wasting the very air upon the lungs of a pack of misbegotten whelps of sea-dogs; I had as lief tell Temeraire to chase the lot of you out into the ocean for the sharks, and send you to join the better men who are gone before you. Get you both out of my sight."
There had been no repetition of this envoy from the sailors, and their industry had already been so bare that it could not be said to have slackened, but Laurence had no illusion that their feelings had altered. Shared out proper was euphemism: the men imagined, or at least dreamed, that there was some liquor hidden among the stores. There might have been: De Guignes had meant to leave them a supply of rum, but Laurence had without hesitation refused this particular generosity. He could scarcely have convinced the sailors of as much, however; to tell them that the offer had been made and rejected would be as much as to tell them it had been made and the results secreted somewhere for the private enjoyment of the aviators.
"That, as much as hunger, was behind this adventure, I do not doubt," Laurence said, making a tally of the damage. There were now fewer than two biscuits a day for each man, if rationed over four months: futile to hope the French would return any sooner.
"Well, don't look so glum, Laurence: perhaps there will be a plague, or some tropic fever, and kill off half of us," Granby said. "You don't suppose some ship will put in here? Some other ship, I mean."
"I cannot think it likely; we are too close to the continent and the island too poor," Laurence said. "A captain would likely seek a more certain harbor if desperate for resupply, and not waste the time otherwise. Nothing to count upon, at least. The dragons may sight one, more likely."
"And probably frighten them straight off, too," Granby said. "What are they doing now, do you suppose?"
He meant the sailors: farther down the beach they for once had stirred themselves to build up a bonfire and gathered around it; cocoanut shells were being passed around, and a burst of riotous laughter carried over the sand. "Oh, damn them all," Laurence said. "They have made a still somewhere, I suppose; that is why one of the barrels was taken. I ought have known."
"Can you brew liquor out of cocoanuts?" Granby said dubiously.
"That or they have found some other fruit which would serve them," Laurence said, "unless they are busy poisoning themselves; we will know in the morning. Yes, Mr. Ferris, we know," he added, as Ferris joined them gesturing over at the bonfire.
"One of the ship's boys told Gerry, inviting him to come along," Ferris said, "but only just now." And Gerry had evidently reported not to Forthing but to Ferris; Laurence privately shook his head.
"I don't suppose we can stop them," Granby said, looking over at their small band of aviators. "Not until the dragons come back, at least."
"And not then," Laurence said. "They will be all the more unmanageable with liquor