At the crest of the next swell, he looked back. The dreadman was swimming after him, gaining on him.
Argoth swam with all his might. Two, four, eight strokes.
He looked back. The dreadman was only a few yards behind.
Another stroke and he touched the boat. Argoth reached up with his good hand, grasped the top wale, and swung his leg up.
Then it was over the wale and onto one of the thwarts.
He looked frantically about for a weapon. There was nothing but the length of rope that had attached the boat to the davit.
The dreadman’s hand grasped the wale behind him.
Argoth lunged for the rope where it lay under one of the thwarts.
The dreadman pulled himself up.
Argoth spun around, lunged at the man, and slipped a makeshift noose over his neck. He looped the rope about his body and heaved back.
The rope tightened about the dreadman’s neck and pulled him into the boat.
But Argoth knew that wouldn’t be enough. He turned, and before the dreadman could gain leverage to pull Argoth to him, Argoth took one bounding step and jumped off the side of the boat opposite the dreadman and into the water.
He attempted to swim under the boat, but he came to the end of the rope.
It wasn’t going to work. The dreadman would pull him back in. But no tug came, and Argoth burst to the surface. He tread water, fearing what would come, but nothing moved on the boat.
The dreadman could be waiting in the boat, waiting for him to swing over.
Men cried over the waves. They would see this boat and those that knew how to swim would soon reach it.
Argoth steeled himself, then he reached up and pulled himself in.
The dreadman lay across the thwarts, his neck broken, the water from his clothing dripping into the bilge.
A good soldier, thought Argoth. A good soldier gone to waste.
He unlooped the rope, pushed the body aside, then began to tie the tiller. He would not have enough time to erect the ship’s small mast and rig the sail. If he tied the tiller, he might, with one oar, row in a straight line away from the burning Ardent and her men.
With the tiller tied, he looked back at the ship. The sails had caught fire—yards and yards of fire billowing in the evening sky.
Then an enormous explosion cracked like thunder, shuddering the ship, throwing men, wood, and great gouts of fire up into the rigging and out to sea. One of the thrown men, his entire body aflame, snagged in the rigging and writhed there.
Moments later a rain of fire began to fall to the sea, great infernos and small drops, all of it streaking through the sky to burn atop the darkening sea.
Another explosion tore the air. The force of the blast, even from this distance, almost knocked Argoth into the thwarts. It rent the ship, and she began to list.
Argoth retrieved an oar, fitted it, and sat on the thwart. He was about to turn the boat to row directly away from the Ardent when a fierce wind kicked up about him. Sea spray stung his eyes.
The skir wind.
He crouched low in the boat, the wind whipping about him. Moments later a violent gust kicked the boat, knocking him into the wale. And then, as quickly as it had come, it departed with one final line, a spray that receded away toward the Ardent.
Argoth’s fingers throbbed with pain. They were black, and where the outer charred skin had sloughed off, a bright pink. They didn’t hurt as much as he would have suspected, but that only meant the fire had burned all of his nerves. He might never feel in those fingers again.
The splint about his broken arm hung loosely. He tightened it up as best he could with his burned hand. Then he set one oar in a lock, sat upon a thwart, and began to row, the red and green eye of the paddle dipping in and out of the water.
He hadn’t gone very far when he heard the Master’s command in his mind. Come to me.
“Nettle,” he said. “Serah. Serenity. Grace. Joy.” He began to repeat the names of his family members again like some murmured prayer, and the Skir Master’s compulsion eased.
The Skir Master shouted in the back of his mind.
But Argoth rowed on, the names covering that voice like a blanket.
The ship burned brightly. Any ship within miles would be able to see it.