Chapter 320: Pacifist Run

Chapter 320: Pacifist Run

Youre sure? I asked Malmur. I mean, if no one comes back alive, how do you know there are people there?

Pleasure boats, said Malmur. Tomb raiders used to go there in search of treasure. And people would hire out boats to watch. Far enough out so as to not get sprayed with blood.

So, theres a company that sails out there? One round-trip ticket, please.

Not anymore, said Malmur. Everyone gave up. It wasnt worth it. No one to watch, no reason to charter a boat.

This was upsetting news. The idea people would rent a boat for the day just to watch a bunch of Lara Crofts get hacked to pieces was, of course, perfectly understandable. But my timing was way off. This would have been the perfect way to visit the island, but Id missed my ride.

Isnt there anyone left who used to sail there? Maybe I could hire a private charter with some salty old sea captain who drank too much, but was actually quite a good sailor and whose nemesis was a giant squid.

No, said Malmur. And no sane person would take you out there, no matter how much you offer them.

What about an insane person? I asked him.

He tilted his head from side to side. Well, the only group that might be interested in taking such an ill-advised contract is Smugglers Guild.

The names a bit of a giveaway, isnt it?

What do you mean? said Malmur.

Smugglers arent supposed to let anyone know what theyre up to, are they? Hard to do if the crimes right there on the company masthead.

Malmur looked at me with an expression Id come to know so very well. Almost an old friend. Thats the name of the guild leader. Royn Smuggler.

Oh. What kind of guild is it?

Transport of goods by sea, said Malmur. Seafarers Union, to give them their official title.

So hes not an actual smuggler? I felt the lines were being blurred.

Hes fully licensed, said the tax collector. There was something a little snooty about his tone, like he didnt appreciate me calling into question the integrity of their business practices. This from the head of the Corruption and Backhanders Guild.

But you think he might rent one of his boats out?

Its hard to say with that boy, said Malmur. Law unto himself. If he thinks the commissions amusing enough, he might.

Can you introduce me to him? I also needed a small loan, but I was fairly confident I could get that out of Malmur just so he could be shot of me.

Better you ask Damicar. The two practically grew up together. Inseparable as children.

Inseparable because I couldnt get away from him, mumbled Damicar.

That seemed a bit odd. Hes the same age as you? I asked Damicar, who had been listening while eating (of course).

Damicar heaved his shoulders up and down. I suppose. Not exactly an enthusiastic recollection of old times. Hes only guild leader because his dad died.

Was he jealous? His dad had died too, but all hed been left was a whiney note he was never going to get to read.

Is that how it works? I asked. Father to son, like the monarchy?

No, of course not, said Malmur. His fathers death left the position vacant. Royn had to compete against other applicants, the same as anyone. And he won.

Only by default, said Damicar, because all the other applicants died.

Yes, said Malmur, very unfortunate.

Call me unnecessarily suspicious, but I had the feeling Mr Smuggler wasnt someone you wanted watching your back.

But you know him well enough to get me a meeting, right?

Damicar sighed. Yes. Itll have to be tomorrow, though. Hes a hard person to find at night.

I wasnt sure what that meant, but tomorrow would be fine. I was knackered as it was. I needed to find a decent bed for the night, although my last sleeping spot was a sarcophagus, so a park bench would be an upgrade.

You can stay with me tonight, said Malmur, which was nice of him. He probably planned to smother me in my sleep. If the Golden God is truly your patron, then it is only right I offer his representative my hospitality. Someone offering me a bed for the night. It was like a Christmas miracle. You can share the room over the stables.

You couldnt get more Christ-like. My life was a fucking parable.

Grayson seemed fine with the agreement Id reached with Malmur, and didnt press charges. The street was cleaner than it had ever been, and Damicars place didnt really look that much worse. It had been a run down pile of shit to start with, so a couple of walls and a new roof would be a vast improvement.

Malmur led us to his home, escorted by his men. His religious experience courtesy of yours truly seemed to have affected him quite profoundly. I assume that was why he didnt have his men beat the shit out of me as soon as we were out of Graysons line of sight.

Royns ears perked up. What kind of bet?

Something simple, just to show you how blessed we are. What about a foot race? Out here. From one end of the street to the other. A non-violent contest to get what I wanted. What could be better? Or less likely?

You against me? Royn was in good shape. I could tell he had a decent build, even though I still wasnt gay. I had been trying to keep fit, but it was hard to find the time in between the betrayals and absence of human decency in my life.

No. Between you and Damicar.

What? said Damicar.

Maybe I should have discussed it with him before tossing his name in the ring. But it was a spur of the moment thing. It had to be something quick and hard to plan for.

Of course, I planned to cheat. But it would be hard to hide this from Royn since the biggest indicator that I was cheating would be winning. Just like in the Olympics.

Obviously, it wont be a fair race, I said. We have the Golden God on our side. Youll be able to see that yourself, when Damicar wins, but so its not too one-sided, youre welcome to use whatever method you like to beat him. Cheat all you want.

If everyone was cheating, then it was a level playing field. Just like in the Olympics.

Royn looked at Damicar, appraising his body. Damicar looked embarrassed.

I dont think this is a good idea, said Damicar.

Have faith, I said in my best impression of a pompous wanker. I didnt even have to change my voice.

If you win, said Royn, I lend you a boat and crew. And if I win?

This was great. He was already putting up his boat, cost-free. Obviously, only because he couldnt foresee losing, so hed throw a shit-fit when it came time to pay up, but it was a solid starting point.

If he loses, you get Damicar as your personal cook. Just pay him the basic wage for a sandwich-maker.

Royn grinned. Damicar scowled.

Just down this street? asked Royn.

Yep. On foot. Just the two of you. Apart from that, anything goes. Okay, maybe it wouldnt be entirely non-violent, but he had to fancy his chances in a one-v-one. By the time he realised he should have killed Damicar at the starting line, it would all be over.

Alright, Ill take that bet. Damicar?

I looked at Damicar. Id already cost him his home, but he had come away with a potential upgrade. Would he trust me again?

Alright, said Damicar. Im not very good at running, though.

Dont worry, I said. Just walk. Youll still win. My confidence was enough to give Royn a moments doubt. But his ego wasnt going to let that stop him.

The race only took a few minutes to set up. The endpoint was a hitching post at the other end of the street. It was still quite early, and there were only a few people wandering about. Royns men cleared the route, which was less than fifty metres. They seemed quite interested in this little diversion, and were making side bets. They all thought Royn would win, it was a matter of by how much.

Royn took off his jacket and handed it to one of his men. He rolled up his sleeves. He had a firm, taut body, as Id predicted. And yes, I was still heterosexual. I just had no way to prove it.

I took Damicars coat and confiscated his onions.

Youre sure about this? he said.

Absolutely. Im going to stand by the finishing post and when I shout Go! Start running. Physical contact is allowed, remember.

Damicar looked like he wished I hadnt reminded him. Royn was grinning like hed already won.

I like my bread toasted on one side, he said.

I walked to the far end of the street. Just take your time, Damicar.

Royn was bound to barge into Damicar immediately.

Ready?

The men lining the route would probably stick out a foot, or throw stuff at Damicar Id already seen some of them take food off their tables.

Steady

And if they realised they were going to lose, it would be more than food theyd be throwing.

GO!

I jumped out of my body. Easiest win of my life.