Europa Awakenings

Terrance, Europa and Earon looked around in awe of what they saw. The entire bottom half of the ship had been converted into a holding area with forty-foot ceilings filled with recessed blue lighting, thus bathing the area with a soft brightness. At the end of a platform was a moderate dock where two boats were tied. A walkway ran the entire length of the ship. Numerous rooms could be seen branching off from the walkway containing name plates above their doors that read “medical, galley, storage, navigation, security” and several others the new arrivals were too far away from to read. There was a stairway at each end of the walkway which led to a second floor balcony, behind which were numerous doors leading to sleeping quarters. Another stairway at the far end of the second floor led to a narrow third floor walkway. Behind this walkway was a bulletproof glass wall where several soldiers could be seen standing guard with assault rifles. The air inside was surprisingly fresh and cool, with just a touch of something that smelled like jasmine.

  “This is unbelievable,” Europa said, as she surveyed her surroundings.

  “Is it not?” Jeanip replied, proud of the Oonock accomplishment. “And the human crew above has no idea this even exits. That was why it was imperative we arrived before dawn so we could enter under the cloak of night. Our arrival would have been hard to conceal once it was light enough for the crew above to see.”

  Jeanip steered the boat toward the dock where a tall, dark-haired male awaited them. Earon threw him the stern line, which he quickly tied to the dock. After shutting off the engine, Jeanip walked to the bow and threw the bow line to a reddish-haired man waiting there.

  “Welcome, Your Majesties,” the dark-haired man said, bowing slightly and raising his hand to his forehead. “My name is Altim. I am the Waters in command of this vessel. On behalf of my crew, I welcome you aboard.”

  “Thank you, Altim,” Europa replied, as she and Earon returned the bow. “My brother and I thank you for your assistance and hospitality.”

  “This is a very impressive vessel,” Earon stated, continuing to take in the spectacle before him. “I do not ever remember hearing of us having such a vessel. Is it fairly new?”

  “Actually, this is only her third voyage, but her predecessor has been a familiar sight on the ocean for more than twenty years,” Altim replied. “When Medaron was killed and your father learned JeffRa was still alive, he immediately decreed for the vessel to be built. Both Enok and your protector, Jeanip, knew you two would need some kind of secret transport to Saint’s Isle. And what better place to hide you in than a ship that has been seen on these waters for decades?”

  “Was it your idea to use the Banana Boat, Jeanip?” Europa asked, truly impressed by what she saw.

  “It was Runbee’s,” Jeanip replied. “He has patrolled these waters for many years, so he had the best knowledge of the vessels regularly traveling through here.”

  “We must remember to congratulate him on a marvelous idea the next time we see him,” Europa said, trying to stifle a yawn.

  Noting Europa’s yawn and seeing the tired look upon the young travelers’ faces, Altim gestured for the travelers to follow him. “You must be hungry and very tired after your trip. If you would please follow me we will take care of both. Would you prefer to eat or rest first?”

  “I suggest we eat first, and then we can rest,” Jeanip said. “If that is agreeable with you,” he asked Europa and Earon.

  “That sounds perfect,” Earon replied.

  “And perhaps a shower,” Terrance added.

  “Of course, Mr. Landers,” Altim answered. He saw the surprised look on Terrance’s face when he addressed him by name. “You are surprised that I know of you? Let me assure you, Young Terrance, your name is well known already amongst us Oonocks. Terrance Landers, the young companion and protector of our female monarch, friend of Earon and trusted ally of our Chief Commander, Jeanip. The tales of your heroism and loyalty toward Europa have spread throughout our world, both above and below.”

  Europa looked over at Terrance. She saw his face quickly flash a bright red from embarrassment. “We never could have made it without him,” Europa said, slipping her arm through Terrance’s and leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. Remembering where she was, and how inappropriate it would be to show such affection toward Terrance in public, she immediately straightened and quickly looked over at Jeanip to see his reaction. She was delighted when she saw him smile and give her an affirmative nod.

  Giving no indication if he had seen Europa’s almost mistake, Altim turned and walked down the walkway. “The dining area is down this way. If you would please follow me.” Altim led the way with Jeanip walking at his side. Europa and Terrance followed, then Earon. Terrance turned to see the young man with reddish hair who had tied the bow line bringing up the rear. Terrance noted he had several scratches on his face and his left arm was bandaged up to the elbow. Not sure if he was getting paranoid after all that had happened to them, he was just getting ready to call the man’s injuries to Europa’s attention when he heard Altim speak.

  “Sounds like you had a rough go there, Jeanip,” Altim said. “We received word the Hunting Lodge was under attack by the Terrians and they had been able to break through Chancee’s defenses.”

  “They came out of nowhere, just like they did at Minnos. I don’t know how JeffRa is doing it,” Jeanip replied. “He seems to know every move, every plan we have in place.”

  “Well, this is one place he won’t know about,” Altim confidently stated.

  “Might you know any information about the decoy boats?” Jeanip inquired. “I saw one destroyed as it left the cavern, but I never saw if any of the others made it.”

  “We received a communication that only one of the white decoy boats survived.”

  “And what of the black speed boat we were originally going to take?” Earon asked, walking up beside Jeanip.

  “That too was destroyed, I’m sorry to report. It was a good thing Jeanip thought of having the spare boat as an alternative escape.”

  “It’s always best to anticipate the impossible,” Jeanip said.

  “Had he not we would not be having this conversation,” Terrance quietly stated, remembering all too clearly how close they had come to death.

  “Even with the second boat we barely made it out alive,” Jeanip reported. “We had barely traveled out onto the ocean before three Terrian boats descended upon us. Thank goodness Chancee had accompanied us and was able to destroy one of the boats while Enok and his team took out the other two.” Jeanip paused for a moment, a look of grave concern overshadowing his face as he remembered his fallen comrade. “There was a fourth boat none of us saw. When Chancee destroyed the Terrian vessel they were able to pinpoint his location and blasted the cavern apart. By any chance, did the communication say anything about Chancee, if he made it or not?”

  “I am sorry to hear that,” Altim said. “No, it mentioned nothing about an attack on that part of the cavern or that Chancee was hurt. Perhaps, the Hunting Lodge is unaware of the attack and Chancee’s need for assistance. I will have one of my soldiers contact them without delay and advise them.”

  “Thank you, Altim,” Europa replied. “The entire cavern appeared to have caved in, burying Mr. Dark Feather. If he is alive, he must be severely injured and needing immediate medical attention.”

  As they continued to walk Altim motioned for one of the guards to approach him. Altim instructed him to contact the Hunting Lodge and advise them the second cavern had been compromised and Chancee may be in need of critical medical attention. After receiving his instructions, the young soldier ran to the security room and immediately contacted the Hunting Lodge to apprise them of the situation. Soon he returned and informed the five the Hunting Lodge was already aware of the attack on the cavern and a rescue party was in route to help Chancee.

  Seeing the concerned looks on the four travelers’ faces, Altim stated, “I am sure they will reach him in ti
me. He’s a pretty spry ol’ soldier and capable of surviving about anything.”

  Without looking at anyone or breaking his stride Jeanip said, “Perhaps not this time.”

  Altim looked over at Jeanip and realized Jeanip believed Chancee had finally lost his battle with the Terrians. Not wishing to dwell on Chancee’s possible passing, he stated, “When we received word you were motionless out in the ocean, concealed under the drape with a helicopter above you, we feared you would not be able to make our rendezvous. Or worse yet, the Terrians had narrowed in on your position.”

  “We would have missed our rendezvous if it had not been for the decoy boat,” Jeanip replied. A perplexed look appeared on his face as he realized the decoy boat had not followed orders. “But you said all but one of the decoy boats had been destroyed. I cannot imagine that, in the vastness of the ocean, this one remaining boat just happened to be in the right place at the needed time.”

  “Actually, Jeanip, that was one of our boats,” Altim announced. “When you ran into trouble Enok immediately came here to advise us. Young Cimbor, who’s behind us, immediately asked for permission to take out a decoy boat to lead the Terrians away from you. Permission was barely out of my mouth before he was on the boat, speeding toward the doors. We scarcely got them open before he zoomed through. He is the one whom deserves the credit.”

  Jeanip stopped and turned toward Cimbor. He noticed the man had several new cuts on his face and possibly a broken arm. Jeanip wondered if he had gotten the injuries while attempting to save them. He motioned for Cimbor to come forward. “So, you are the Oonock soldier responsible for leading the Terrians away from us.” Jeanip held out his hand to Cimbor. “I would like to shake your hand, Cimbor. I owe you my life, along with the lives of our monarchs’ and Terrance’s. We could not have gotten away from that helicopter without your help. Thank you.”

  Cimbor took Jeanip’s hand and shook it. “No thanks is needed, Sir. It was all in the line of duty.”

  Earon stepped forward and extended his hand. “You have my thanks also, Cimbor.”

  Cimbor lifted his hand to his forehead and slightly bowed, clearly nervous of Earon’s display of gratitude. “Your Majesty, I cannot accept your hand. I am a soldier, and therefore in your service.”

  Earon stepped forward, grabbed Cimbor’s hand and placed it into his own. “And a damn fine soldier you are, Cimbor. It is my honor to shake your hand.”

  Cimbor looked at Jeanip for guidance. “It is acceptable to shake his hand, Cimbor,” Jeanip told him. “You will discover our two young monarchs do not always follow the old protocols.”

  After Cimbor shook Earon’s hand, Terrance stepped up and shook it also. Then Europa stepped forward. Although he tried to hide it, Cimbor’s uneasiness clearly showed. Cimbor again raised his hand to his forehead and bowed deeper this time to Europa.

  “I will not forget your service, Cimbor,” Europa stated. “Nor the injuries you sustained while in that service. You saved our lives and you deserve so much more than a handshake. Don’t faint on me, but I am going to hug you.” With that said, Europa reached out and hugged Cimbor. She could feel his body stiffen as she hugged him. As she withdrew her hug she thought for a brief second she felt something sinister, something evil hidden deep inside Cimbor. Dismissing the idea, she leaned forward and gently kissed him on the cheek. “When the day comes I have a new home, I hope you will consider joining my security detail.”

  A huge smile covered Cimbor’s face as Europa turned around and the group resumed their walk toward the dining room.

  Jeanip leaned toward Altim and whispered, “Is he still standing on his feet?”

  Altim glanced behind at the smiling Cimbor for a second. “Yes, he’s still standing but I think he’s walking about six inches off the floor.” Jeanip and Altim laughed as they continued to the meal room.

  The four weary travelers had a hearty breakfast but were too tired to talk about much. Even Jeanip was silent. Believing his duty to protect his monarchs had not concluded, Cimbor stood at attention several feet behind Europa throughout the meal. Knowing he was injured and probably in need of rest, Europa leaned over to Jeanip and whispered, “Jeanip, he does not have to stand behind me. Should he not be resting or something?”

  “I know”, Jeanip stated. “I can tell him it is not necessary, but I doubt it will do any good. I have seen this dedication before to duty. Sunam and Misso had the same high degree. Drove me crazy at times. Do you want me to try?”

  “Yes, please,” Europa answered.

  Jeanip turned and addressed Cimbor. “Cimbor, the Majesties are safe here, are they not?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then it is not necessary for you to stand at attention guarding them,” Jeanip said.

  “That is my assigned duty, Sir, to oversee the protection of Europa,” Cimbor replied. “I will not neglect my duty. Plus, as you said, the Terrians came out of nowhere when they breached the wall at the Hunting Lodge. Who is to say that could not happen here also?”

  “The difference is we are on a moving boat. But your statement is true and I thank you for your forethought.” Jeanip looked at Europa and whispered, “As I said, dedicated to a fault. If it bothers you to have him stand there, I can give him a direct order to leave his post.”

  “No, that is not necessary,” Europa replied. “We are almost done with our meal.” Then an idea occurred to Europa. “He is not going to stand behind me in my room too, is he?”

  “I can definitely say that is a big no,” Jeanip replied.

  “If you are finished, I will show you to your resting quarters,” Altim announced. Addressing Jeanip he said, “I knew you would want to remain with our two monarchs, so I’ve assembled a room where all four of you can rest. There’s a private bathroom for Europa and Earon. Plus, another bathroom with two shower stalls for you and Terrance. The bathrooms have only one entrance, and that is from the sleeping area. I’ve assigned a female helper to assist Europa,” Altim said, turning to face Europa. He then turned to Earon. “Earon, if you would like a male helper let me know and I’ll have someone assist you too.”

  “No, I will be fine without one,” Earon answered.

  Altim led the way to their resting quarters, Cimbor walking a respectable distance behind. Altim opened the door and revealed a beautifully decorated lilac circular room with four beds that were already turned down. They looked so comfortable the four travelers almost forewent the baths and showers. Three bathroom doors were spaced along the wall to the left, to the right was a single door to a sitting room. Standing in the middle of the room was a woman with short cropped hair, lilac eyes, of a muscular build, in her late thirties.

  “This is Seemon,” Altim said, as Seemon raised her hand to her forehead and bowed. “She is Europa’s helper, but she can get any of you anything you need, such as coffee, water, snacks and so forth. Now, if you are no longer in need of my assistance I will take my leave of you and put you in Seemon’s capable hands.” Altim turned to leave, then stopped, remembering one other thing. “Oh, by the way, Cimbor will be standing guard outside your door.”

  “How did I know you were going to say that?” Earon asked.

  “Were we that dedicated at that age?” Jeanip asked, not sure if he should be annoyed, amused or impressed by Cimbor’s dedication.

  “From what I’ve heard, you were worse,” Altim chuckled. “And still are. I believe the last indication of such was the killing wound you told no one about that nearly ended your life?” Jeanip stared at Altim, but did not utter a word. Amused at his commander’s stare, he chuckled and said as he left, “I’ll see you after you’ve rested.”

  Addressing Europa, Seemon said, ‘Your Majesty, your bathroom is the first door. I have your bath water ready for you. There’s an assortment of bath oils and several shampoos.” Speaking to Earon she said, “Your Majesty, your bathroom is the second door. I di
d not run your bath since I was not sure if you would prefer a bath or shower. But if you’d like a bath, I can run one for you.”

  “No, I prefer showers, thank you,” Earon answered.

  “Your showers are through the third door,” Seemon said to Terrance and Jeanip. “Each of you has a clean set of clothes waiting for you inside. If they are not to your taste, please let me know and I will get you something different to wear. If you have no need of me, I will leave you to your bath and showers. I’ll return in twenty minutes to check on you.” As Seemon turned to leave Jeanip stopped her and whispered something in her ear. “Yes, Sir, I will bring it right away.” She then left the room.

  Europa and Terrance entered their bathrooms, both looking forward to a warm bath or shower and soft beds. Earon delayed his entrance, wondering what Jeanip was up to, what Seemon was bringing him. He was surprised when Jeanip sat down upon his bed and laid his gun next to him. Bewildered he asked, “Is something wrong, Jeanip?”

  “Not at all, Your Majesty. I promised Europa I would never leave her alone again. I am beholding to that promise. I will wait here to assure no one disturbs her or you while you bathe. I have asked Seemon to bring me some warm water and a wash basin so I may wash up out here while I keep guard.”

  Earon thought of arguing with Jeanip, pointing out Europa was in no danger here on the Banana Boat, but decided against it, knowing Jeanip’s mind could not be changed. He entered his bathroom and quickly showered, longing for the comforts of his bed. When he returned, he noted Jeanip had used the wash basin to freshen up and had changed clothes while never breaking his watch of Europa’s door.

  “Is she still in there soaking in the tub?” Earon asked, looking at Europa’s door.

  “Yes. Did you forget how long your sister likes to soak?” Both men chuckled. It had been a standing joke at Minnos about the length of Europa’s baths. “Don’t you remember I nicknamed her ‘Prunes’ when she was little because she stayed in the water so long? She would come out of the bathroom with her skin all wrinkled like a prune.”

  “Not this time,” said Europa, emerging from her bathroom, turning around in a circle with her arms outstretched to show them her smooth skin. “No prune today.”

  The door suddenly opened, startling the four. Cimbor halted his entrance when he saw Jeanip standing in front of Europa with his firearm drawn. “I’m sorry if I startled you. Seemon went back to the kitchen to get the orange juice she forgot. I offered to bring in the coffee and tea she had in her hands.” Jeanip lowered his weapon and nodded his approval for Cimbor to enter the room. Cimbor sat the tray down on a small table and carefully surveyed the room.

  “Who gave you permission to leave your post, soldier?” Jeanip shouted, anger clearly visible on his face.

  “No one, Sir. I was just trying to help Seemon,” Cimbor replied, uneasy about Jeanip questioning his departure from his post.

  “That is not acceptable.” Jeanip stated. “A soldier never leaves his guard post unless there is sufficient reason. Or do you consider a tray of coffee and snacks a sufficient reason?”

  Before Cimbor could answer there was a knock at the door, followed several seconds later by Seemon entering carrying a pitcher of fresh orange juice and several glasses. Seeing the anxiety on everyone’s faces she asked, “Is something wrong?”

  Sensing the tension in the air, Europa quickly walked over and took the orange juice and glasses from Seemon. “No, everything is fine. Thank you very much, Seemon, for going back for the orange juice. This is exactly what I am thirsty for.” She carried the pitcher and glasses over to the table where the coffee and tea were and poured herself a glass. “Would anyone else like one?”

  “I think I would,” Terrance said, walking over to Europa. He too felt the tension and was impressed at the diplomatic way Europa defused it.

  “We need to rest now, so your services will not be needed,” Jeanip said, dismissing both Seemon and Cimbor.

  Both bowed and raised their hands to their forehead. “Then we will take our leave of you. Good rest, Your Majesties. You are safe here,” Seemon stated. “If you desire something before I return, just ring for me. Safe journey.” With that said, Seemon lowered the lights and departed the room. Cimbor followed to resume his post outside the door.

  Terrance, Europa and Earon crawled into their beds for a needed rest. Jeanip walked to the end of his bed and dragged it across the floor, positioning it in front of the door to assure no one would try to enter the room while they slept. The three young travelers were too tired to question Jeanip on his doings. Instead, they snuggled down inside their beds and were soon asleep. Jeanip silently walked over and placed a chair next to Earon’s bed, then withdrew a weapon from his boot and laid it on the chair, giving Earon easy access to it should the need arise. He then silently walked over to his bed and laid down, placing his weapon beside him. He fell asleep, assured no one could enter the room and endanger his monarchs.

  As they slept, the Banana Boat continued on its voyage, bringing the four unseen passengers closer to their destination. Cimbor stood at his post watching over his sleeping monarchs. Enok had gone below to transform back into his true self, gaining strength to surface again to lead his children on their last leg of their journey to Saint’s Isle and FarCore.

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  Jeanip awoke after three hours of sleep. He quietly sat up in his bed and looked at his charges. Earon too was beginning to wake, but Terrance and Europa were still sleeping soundly. Signaling for Earon to be quiet, Jeanip silently walked over to the sitting room. Earon rose and followed.

  “Are you not going to move your bed away from the door?” Earon silently asked, using telepathy to assure they did not disturb the two sleeping humans.

  “No, I’ll leave it there until Europa wakens,” he silently replied. “I don’t want the noise to awaken her.”

  “I can help you lift it so it will not make a sound,” suggested Earon. “That way, when Seemon comes back the door hitting the bed will not startle anyone.”

  “Very well,” Jeanip agreed. Together, he and Earon lifted the bed away from the door, making access to the room once again possible. Jeanip opened the door to have a look at the corridor and saw Cimbor still standing guard. “Europa was right – he would make a fine addition to our new security team,” Jeanip thought to himself. “I will have to speak to Altim about transferring him to my command. He would make a good replacement for Tinderoon. I think I’ll ask Altim about Seemon also. We will be in need of a good house helper when we resettle.”

  A soft knock at the door broke Jeanip’s thoughts. He opened it to see Seemon standing there with a cart containing coffee and an assortment of other drinks. There was also a tray of sandwiches, cheese, crackers and fresh fruit. Seemon saw Europa and Terrance were still sleeping, so she left the cart just inside the door and walked back out followed by Jeanip. Standing in the doorway with his back to the wall so he could still see Europa sleeping, he addressed Cimbor.

  “Cimbor, I didn’t get a chance to ask you how you escaped the Terrians,” Jeanip quietly said, as he held on to his weapon. “Or how you were injured? How did you get back here without the Terrians knowing where you went?”

  Cimbor smiled. “I have learned Terrians are not too bright,” he chuckled. “Once I knew they were following me I led them as far away as I could from your location and the Banana Boat. When I had led them as far as I needed to, I put the boat on auto pilot, secured the wheel to head south and jumped overboard. I swam back as a jumper and arrived about fifteen minutes before you did.”

  “Excellent strategy,” Jeanip said.

  “I bet they were really pissed when they found out they had been fooled,” Cimbor added. “I bet that is one story they will not be telling JeffRa.”

  “You can be sure of that,” Jeanip said.

  “As for my injuries, I got them when I let that helicopter get a
little too close to me. They opened fired and shot up my boat pretty bad. Pieces of boat were flying everywhere and some flew into my face, cutting it. As for my arm, I was going too fast when I tried to make a sharp turn. The force threw me into the side of the boat and almost broke the arm. Good thing I did not because I do not know if I would have been able to swim back to the Banana Boat.”

  Jeanip admired the young man’s heroism. “Europa asked you to join her security guard whenever we return to land. I would also like to extend that invitation. Would you be interested in joining my team?”

  Having trouble finding his voice for a minute, Cimbor cleared his throat and replied, “Oh yes, Sir. I would be honored to. But it is not necessary to wait. If you wish, I can go along with you now and help protect our monarchs.”

  “That is very noble of you, Cimbor,” Jeanip replied. “But I am afraid this trip is only for the four of us. But, if something changes before we leave, I will definitely reconsider bringing you along with us now.” Jeanip saw the smile Cimbor was trying to keep off his face. He looked forward to working with him. “Cimbor, would you go ask Altim to join me here?” Jeanip asked.

  “I am sure he is in the security room. I will stand watch if you wish to go speak to him.”

  Jeanip reached out and placed his hand on Cimbor’s shoulder. “Cimbor, I am just like you. I take my security responsibilities very seriously. As long as Europa sleeps in this room I will not step outside this door. Therefore I cannot go to Altim; he needs to come to me.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Cimbor answered. “I should have known that. I will go get him right away.” Cimbor turned and ran down the walkway, down the stairs and to the security room. He returned within minutes, panting from running both ways. “He will be right here, Sir.”

  “Thank you.” Jeanip said. “I’ll wait for him inside. Tell him to come to the sitting room off the bedroom and advise him Europa is still asleep.” Jeanip stepped inside the bedroom, closing the door and locking it. He walked over to the cart Seemon had brought and poured himself and Earon a cup of coffee. He placed several cookies on each saucer and carried them to the sitting room, motioning with his head for Earon to follow. Earon grabbed a banana and followed Jeanip. Jeanip sat Earon’s cup of coffee on a small end table next to a chair and then took the seat that gave him easy viewing of the sleeping Europa. Earon sat down and both men drank their coffee and consumed their food without saying a word. They had just finished when they heard another soft knock at the door. Jeanip stood up, firearm in hand and walked over to the door, unlatched the lock and opened the door to see Altim. Altim quietly followed Jeanip back to the sitting room and sat down in the seat next to Earon. Jeanip partially closed the door and sat back down to continue his watch over Europa, placing his weapon on the table next to him.

  “I want her to sleep as long as possible,” Jeanip telepathically said, holding his finger up to his lips, signaling Altim to speak silently. “We can talk without words.”

  “As you wish, Commander,” Altim responded. Seeing Jeanip’s weapon he stated, “Jeanip, there really is no need to carry a weapon in here.”

  “Hard habit to break. Plus, what is it the humans say, ‘Better safe than sorry’? I’ve eased up on my guard several times this past twenty-four hours and have almost paid a dear price. I will proceed as if she is in danger until I have her and Earon safe at Saint’s Isle.”

  “I assure you, with all our security measures and technology we have, there is no danger here. But, if you feel better keeping your weapon ready to protect her, then so be it. You are the Commander.” Altim knew he could not question Jeanip’s authority or his commands. If Jeanip felt the need for the weapon and doubt about his security, so be it. He did not take it personally.

  “My compliments on Seemon and Cimbor,” Jeanip said, as he continued to watch the bedroom. “They are fine examples of extraordinary soldiers. I may have to take them off your hands when this is over.”

  “As always, any of my soldiers are yours,” Altim replied. “If you prefer, they can go with you now to help out.”

  “Cimbor mentioned the same thing,” Jeanip stated. “I am beginning to get the feeling some of you think I need help getting these three to safety. I am not too old yet to fulfill my obligation, Altim.”

  “You misunderstand me, Jeanip,” Altim quickly said, wanting to clear up any misunderstanding. “I have every confidence in you. You are my Commander, Enok’s First in Command. I would never question any of your decisions. I only suggested it so you would not have to bear all the responsibility on your shoulders. How are you going to navigate the boat while you secure the tie lines? Unless you’re going to put the three kids into doing physical labor, who is going to unload all those supplies? Even with the unloaders on the island, you can’t do it alone. Plus, you must consider the possibility that something could incapacitate you, or even worse, you could be killed. Who will protect them then?”

  “He does have a point,” Earon said, seeing Jeanip’s face tense as his looked away from the bedroom to face him. “Jeanip, you almost died on us once. In fact, if it had not been for Europa you would not be here now. I think it might not be a bad idea to bring these two with us. Plus, I am sure Europa would appreciate another female if she is going to be on Saint’s Isle for an extended period of time. Sometimes a girl needs another female to talk to about things. And had they not been killed, Sunam and Misso would have gone all the way with us.”

  “If you wish it, Earon, I will bring them along,” Jeanip stated, turning back to keep watch over the bedroom.

  “Only if you have no objections,” clarified Earon. “This is your task. I do not want to do anything to undermine your decisions.”

  “So what do you say?” Altim asked. “Should I tell them to prepare to go with you?”

  Jeanip thought for a moment. Europa would benefit from another female. And Earon was right – Sunam and Misso would have gone with them. Plus, with Cimbor joining them, Jeanip would not have to put any of the three on watch and in danger.

  “Agreed,” Jeanip said. “They will be a great asset to us on this journey and on Saint’s Isle. I believe their presence will greatly improve our chances of success.”

  “I will inform them as soon as I leave here,” Altim said. “You will not be sorry that you decided to take them with you. Although I, on the other hand, will greatly miss their expertise and commitment.” Altim paused for a moment then added, “I did not get a chance to give you my condolence on the loss of your team,” Altim said. “They were some of the finest soldiers I have ever seen. I’m also amazed you were able to make it here alone. The stories of your greatness do not do you justice – you are so much greater.”

  “Stories?” inquired Earon.

  “Jeanip is a legend amongst the military rank,” Altim relayed, turning to face Earon. “Everyone wants to work under him. He is our hero, the slayer of more Terrians than any other Oonock. He saved Enok and Medaron countless times. Many feel he should be the next monarch if anything happened to the royal family.”

  “That’s enough, Altim,” Jeanip yelled out loud, forgetting for a moment the two sleeping humans in the other room. “I’m not a hero. I deserve no praise, no recognition. I failed at the one main task Enok gave me – to protect Medaron. She died because I was not there when she needed me. I let my guard down and JeffRa took advantage of that. My beloved sister and noble monarch is gone, now part of the water that covers this planet.” For the first time Earon saw a vulnerable Jeanip, consumed with grief and guilt as he brushed away tears from his eyes. Seeing his vulnerability only made Earon respect and love him more.

  Altim stood and walked to Jeanip, looking him sternly in the eye. “Listen, Sir, because you’re only going to let me say this once. You dishonor Medaron’s death by saying you failed her. True, her safety was the number one priority Enok assigned you, but Medaron gave you a higher pri
ority - the protection of her daughter and son. Had Europa been killed instead of Medaron, she would never have forgiven herself – or you – or even Enok. If, after all she sacrificed, all the loneliness she endured, had she lost Europa, it would all have been in vain. Don’t you remember how we almost lost her when Tiree died? No, Jeanip, you fulfilled Medaron’s orders; you’re still fulfilling them. Never, ever doubt that. She gladly gave her life in exchange for Europa’s safety. Accept her decision. Accept her loss as one soldier accepts another’s. Besides, if Enok did not believe in you, trust in you, he would not place the safety of his two most precious things in your hands for safe keeping.”

  “Are you finished?” Jeanip asked, as he stared at the floor, a tear drop falling from his eyes.

  “Yes,” Altim simply said. “I meant you no disrespect, Jeanip. But sometimes even Head Commanders need to hear the truth they are not able to see for themselves. For speaking to you in such a manner I will resign my command, if that is your wish.” Altim knew it was dangerous to address Jeanip in such a manner, but he felt it was warranted to make Jeanip realize he did not fail Medaron.

  “Your resignation is not necessary,” Jeanip replied. “Besides, I don’t have anyone I can reassign to your position.”

  Understanding Jeanip’s reply signified the subject was closed, Altim continued, “This is how the last half of this journey is to proceed.”

  Altim, Earon and Jeanip went over the final length of their journey for the next hour while Jeanip maintained his vigil, never averting his eyes away from the next room. Finally, they heard the two humans beginning to wake. Ending their conversation, Jeanip and Earon returned to the sleeping area to greet Europa and Terrance as they woke while Altim quietly left to tell Seemon and Cimbor his news. Shortly after Altim closed the door Jeanip heard a loud “Yahoo!” outside the door, indicating Cimbor had his new assignment.

  “Your Highnesses, I would like to keep you secured in this room. I know it will be an inconvenience, but I would feel much better knowing you are safe with me to protect you. The Terrians have gotten through our defenses thrice now and I am no longer confident this place is totally secure. Outside of this room there are too many directions an attack can come from; in here there is only one – the front door.”

  “Doesn’t that mean there’s only one way out too?” Terrance asked, concerned they could be trapped inside the room if attacked.

  “True, but in here I can fight off an army until reinforcements arrive,” Jeanip replied, hoping to ease any of Terrance’s concerns.

  “How many days before we arrive at Saint’s Isle?” Earon asked. He didn’t relish the thought of being confined in such small quarters for an extended length of time.

  “Unfortunately, we have a two day trip,” Jeanip stated. “But I do ask that you honor my request.”

  “Would we be able to go to the galley to eat?” Terrance asked.

  “No, we will have to take all our meals in here too,” Jeanip replied. “I can have Seemon bring you anything you may want to eat.”

  Europa remained silent for a moment as she thought over Jeanip’s suggestion. She then turned to face him and said, “Jeanip, I hate the thought of being confined in here for two days. But, your overdone security measures and paranoia have saved our lives more than once these past few days. I will not question your decision in matters of our security. If you think it best for us to remain here throughout the voyage, then so be it. I believe I speak for Earon and Terrance also when I say do whatever you feel is necessary to get us to Saint’s Isle alive.”

  “I agree,” Earon added.

  “Me too,” agreed Terrance.

  “Thank you, Your Majesties. I am sure we are completely safe here but . . .”

  “But,” Earon continued, “As you mentioned earlier, the Terrians have somehow known every move we have made. It is possible they know about our voyage on this boat and could try another assault. It is also possible there is an assassin on board already, just waiting for his opportunity to strike.”

  “A possibility that I have accepted but had no desire to advise you of,” Jeanip stated. “After all that has happened and all the security breaches, the only thing we can be sure of is that anything and everything is not only possible but highly probable.”

  “Paranoia City,” whispered Terrance.

  “Paranoia City,” confirmed Europa.

  “Since we are in agreement, we will remain in this room for the duration of our voyage. I will ask Cimbor to have Seemon return and take your food order,” Jeanip said, walking toward the door. When he opened it he was surprised to see Cimbor was not standing at his post. Perhaps Altim had instructed him to wait for them in the galley or perhaps he had gone to get some needed rest. Whatever the reason, he must remember to remind Cimbor he must inform him before he leaves his post. Jeanip reclosed the door and walked over to the bell Seemon had left. He rang it and waited for her to return.

  “Is something wrong?” Seemon asked upon entering the room. “I have food ready for you in the galley.”

  “There’s been a change of plans, Seemon,” Jeanip stated. “We will be having all of our meals in here for the duration of the voyage.”

  Upon hearing Jeanip’s request Seemon proceeded to the galley and returned with a cart of food. She was accompanied by a confused Altim and a concerned Cimbor.

  “I understand you will not be joining us in the galley?” Altim asked. “Seemon informs me you will remain sequestered in here for the duration of the voyage?”

  “That is correct,” was the only explanation Jeanip gave.

  “I can assure you, Your Majesties, the galley is secure,” Cimbor stated. “I have checked and rechecked it, plus there are armed guards above the room. You need not worry about going down there.”

  “We have confidence in Altim’s security measures, but we feel it would be best for us to remain in here until our departure,” Earon stated, wondering why Cimbor was questioning Jeanip’s decision. As a soldier, he should know better than to try to question his commander’s orders. Earon believed Cimbor may have just talked himself out of a new duty by doing so.

  “Of course, I meant no disrespect,” Cimbor quickly said, almost stumbling over his words. “I will have Seemon bring my food down here also so I may dine with you.”

  Europa and Terrance looked at each other. Even Jeanip did not normally eat with the sovereigns, so why would an unranking soldier assume it was okay for him to do so? There was something strange about this man. He was not following the teachings he would have been taught as a soldier. It was almost as if he considered himself on the same level as the monarchs.

  “Cimbor, perhaps I made a mistake in considering you for part of my security team,” Jeanip said, watching a look of panic cross Cimbor’s face. “Soldiers do NOT eat with sovereigns unless invited and I do not remember hearing such a request. Perhaps, when I informed you earlier our monarchs were lax on some protocols, you wrongly assumed all etiquette protocols were void. Well, they are not, soldier!” Jeanip turned to Altim. “Perhaps there has been something amiss in his training. If he does not know the proper etiquette for dealing with monarchs, how can I trust he knows security protocols?”

  Before Altim could even answer Cimbor spoke up, again breaking ranking protocol. “Again, I do apologize. I have not slept in over thirty hours and I fear my fatigue has clouded my judgment. I was a member of a lesser royal family on Europa and was accustomed to eating with a royal family. In my fatigue I forgot myself. I will return to my post outside.” Without another word, Cimbor turned and left the room, standing in the hallway at his post.

  “I am not excusing his behavior, but I have never known him to break protocol before,” Altim said, hoping to prevent Jeanip from denying him a place on his team. “In fact, he is probably the best soldier for following proper protocol that I have on this ship.”

  “We shall see,” Jeanip stated, loo
king at Altim. “Go tell him to get some food and some sleep. We’ll see how he does after his mind has rested.”

  “Would you like me to post another guard?” Altim asked. “Or, if you prefer, I can stand watch until he returns.”

  Before Jeanip could answer a voice was heard outside the door. “No need. We’re here now.” Each turned to see who it was who thought they were capable of guarding the monarchs. To everyone’s surprise and delight, through the doorway walked Graybin and Runbee, this time clothed. “We thought you might need some help.”

  “You are a welcome sight,” Jeanip said, as he walked up to them and clasped each on the shoulder. “Runbee, you can stand watch outside. Graybin, this is Seemon,” Jeanip said, gesturing toward Seemon, who was pouring cups of coffee. “Perhaps you can help her with the meal.” He then turned to Altim and added, “Thank you, but I have a guard for the door.” Assuming he had just been dismissed, Altim left the room to relay Jeanip’s orders to Cimbor.

  “Who’s the Waters with the angry look outside?” Graybin asked when the door closed behind Altim. “He didn’t look too pleased to see us.”

  “He was supposed to be a new member of our security team,” Earon stated. “But he may have allowed his mouth to overstep its bounds. He questioned Jeanip on his methods of securing our safety.”

  “Oooo, not a good thing to do,” Graybin said, smiling teasingly at Jeanip. “That can be a destroyer of one’s career to question Jeanip.”

  “Just do what you’ve been ordered to do,” Jeanip said, sitting down at the table. He did not dignify her comment with another word. He assumed Runbee would also get a laugh out of her comments when Graybin told him what happened.

  Cimbor returned to his post later that day after a needed rest. His demeanor was humble and his attitude greatly changed. Thinking it better to mention nothing of his outburst, he stood at his post in silence, hoping Jeanip would not delete him from the team.

  With Cimbor at his post, Runbee returned to the room where the four travelers waited, offering assistance in any way needed. Hoping perhaps he had some news of the Hunting Lodge, Jeanip asked about Chancee.

  A serious look on his face, Runbee said, “I don’t know, Jeanip. I know when they received Altim’s message about the Terrian strike on the second chamber, a rescue crew had already been sent to find Chancee. And from what I understand, the cave-in was extensive. There was nothing left of the bottom chamber and the top chamber, where Chancee manned the blaster, was mostly gone also. When Graybin and I left they were still trying to dig him out. If he did somehow survive, he had to be badly injured.”

  “As I feared,” Jeanip stated. He said no more on the subject.

  Sitting on her bed, Europa listened to the males talk while brushing her hair. She too feared Mr. Dark Feather had not survived his ordeal. As she continued to brush her hair she noticed Graybin walking toward her. “Your Highness, would you allow me to brush your hair?”

  “Excuse me?” Europa asked, surprised by Graybin’s request. No one had brushed her hair for many years, not since her mother did when she was a little girl.

  “It has been many centuries since I have had the privilege of brushing a young woman’s hair. I remember with great fondness brushing my own daughter’s hair when she was in human form.”

  Realizing how much it meant to Graybin, and after all she and Runbee had done for them, Europa could not refuse the request. She handed Graybin the brush, who immediately sat down beside Europa with a huge grin upon her face. She gently lifted the hair on the side of Europa’s face and softly began to brush it.

  “Is your daughter a member of your dolphin pod?” Europa asked, intrigued now that she knew Graybin had a child.

  “I’m afraid not,” Runbee said softly. “She was killed by the Terrians and has flowed into the Waters of Life.”

  Europa regretted asking the question and wondered how long ago her daughter had been killed. She sat there in silence as Graybin brushed her hair. Then she heard Graybin humming a song, a song she thought her mother had sung to her. As she listened, the song became louder and Europa realized it was the same song. She turned to face Graybin. “My mother use to sing that song to me when I was little. We would sit together and she would hum it while she brushed my hair, just like you are doing.”

  “Would you like me to stop, Your Highness?” Graybin asked, setting the brush down on her lap.

  “No, please continue,” Europa answered. “I had forgotten the tune. Is it a Water’s song?”

  “Yes, it is a Water’s lullaby.”

  “Will you teach it to me?” Europa asked. “I would like to learn it so I can sing it to my children someday, if I am so blessed to have them.”

  “It will be my pleasure,” Graybin replied, as she hummed the song louder, a large smile across both female faces.

  Sensing this was a good time to discuss things with the two females occupied, Runbee asked Jeanip, “Have you figured out how JeffRa is getting through our defenses? It’s like he knows our every move.”

  “I’ve been giving that a lot of thought,” Jeanip replied. “I have gone over our strategies again and again and find no flaw in them. Everything was air tight. The only thing I can come up with is he has a spy amongst us, and I know that too is impossible.”

  “Could someone be impersonating an Oonock?” Terrance asked. Since he knew little about the Oonocks and Terrians, he had no idea what they were and were not capable of.

  “What do you mean impersonate?” Jeanip asked.

  “Since some of them are able to transform like you do, is it possible that one or more of them have transformed into someone you already know and trust? For example, if a Terrian wanted to, could they transform into Earon or Altim?”

  “That’s an interesting concept,” Jeanip said. “And it would definitely explain a lot of things, except for one thing: Oonocks are not capable of transforming into a being that looks different each time. Whatever being we transform into, we always look the same each time we transform into that being.” Seeing the confused look on Terrance’s face, Jeanip explained further. “Earon is a good example for you. You’ve seen him several times as both a canine and a human. Each time he transformed into Triton, you recognized him because he looked identical to the last time you saw him as Triton. And when he transformed into Earon, did he not look like the same Earon each time? The reason is we have a predetermined identity based upon our individual genetic makeup and that makeup always keeps us consistent to the last time we transformed into that being. We can alter a few simple things, such as our age, gray in our hair, even our skin color to some degree, but that is all. ”

  “And thank goodness we cannot,” Earon stated. “Can you imagine what it would be like if the Terrians could become anyone they wanted to? We’d never be able to defend ourselves against that.”

  “That indeed is a scary thought,” Runbee commented.

  Graybin finished brushing Europa’s hair and handed her back the brush. She gently brushed a lock of hair away from Europa’s face and smiled. “There, your hair is beautiful. The salty air can dry out your hair before you know it.”

  Graybin and Runbee remained on board for the next two days helping with guard duty outside the door, watching over the monarchs while Jeanip slept and helping with the meals. Graybin also tried to keep the monarchs and Terrance entertained and busy during their confinement in the room.

  Finally, the last day of their voyage arrived. Everyone was excited they would finally be allowed to leave the room that had kept them secure for almost three days. After a light breakfast, Europa and Terrance packed their backpacks while Jeanip, Earon and Runbee discussed Cimbor’s place on the security team. After some discussion Jeanip decided Cimbor had redeemed himself, and since Runbee and Graybin would be returning to the ocean, his presence was needed on the boat. Jeanip instructed Cimbor and Seemon to get their gear and meet them on the dock.

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nbsp; Jeanip, Earon, Terrance and Europa followed several minutes behind them, apprehensive about this final length of their voyage. All knew this part of the voyage would be the most dangerous. If JeffRa wished to fulfill his vow of vengeance he had to assassinate the monarchs between the Banana Boat and the island.

  To take her mind off the upcoming danger, Europa fantasized about what type of boat they would be taking this time. As they came down the stairs and walked out onto the walkway she saw tied to the dock the vessel that would hopefully take her to safety. Their black fiberglass boat had been replaced with an ocean blue wooden boat which was larger than either of the two previous ones. It had two complete levels and a cargo hatch on the first deck. She saw several helpers carrying boxes of supplies aboard and placing them in the cargo hold. She then realized they needed to take supplies with them for their long stay on Saint’s Isle. She wished she had known that fact because there were a few items she would like to have requested.

  Altim stood on the dock waiting to say his goodbyes to his monarchs and the others. As Earon and Europa walked closer, Altim bowed slightly and raised his hand to his forehead. “It has been our pleasure to have you aboard with us, Your Majesties,” he said, as Earon and Europa returned the bow. “I hope the remainder of your journey is uneventful and we will be able to meet again soon.”

  “Thank you for your hospitality,” Europa stated. “I hope we were not too disruptive to your ship.”

  “Not at all, Your Majesty,” Altim replied. “I hope after we eradicate the Terrians you will come back for another voyage. But this time above, where you can enjoy all her hospitalities.”

  “We would like that very much,” Europa said. Europa turned to follow Earon and Terrance, who had already stepped on board when she heard Jeanip’s voice.

  “Europa, if you would please wait, I will personally escort you on board.” Europa was going to object, then realized Jeanip was once more keeping his promise to never be away from her side. He would not let her step onto a vessel he was not on. She smiled and nodded affirmatively, signaling her willingness to wait.

  Altim turned to talk with Jeanip. “I am glad you decided to take Cimbor with you. He really is a first-class soldier. I’ve never known him to step out of bounds like he did that day. I saw the change in him after he had rested, so he must have told the truth when he said it was due to exhaustion.”

  “Actually, he has Earon and Runbee to thank that he is still a team member,” Jeanip said, escorting Europa across the plank and onto the boat. “I will not tolerate such behavior for any reason. But Earon and Runbee reminded me the need for another person and, since he comes highly recommended by you, I overlooked the incident. Mind you, I said overlooked, not forgot. If he ever attempts that again or steps that far out of line, I will not hesitate to banish him from this army. And I will advise Enok to have him banished from the Complex.”

  “I think he understands that,” Altim added. “Goodbye, My Friend and Chief Commander. May your journey be less eventful than the last one. May the Waters carry you and our sovereigns to safety and a long life.”

  “May the Waters bring you a long and good life, My Friend,” Jeanip replied, then turned and disappeared with his charges into the vessel.

  “Graybin and Runbee, it was nice to see you again. May the Waters guide you safely on your voyage,” Altim said, as the two undressed and slipped into the water.

  “May the Waters guide you upon your path.”

  “We’ll be leaving in about ten minutes,” Jeanip stated, climbing the stairs to the wheel house. “You three will ride with me in here. Europa and Terrance, you will find life preservers under the bench. You need to put one on as before. And Terrance, if you haven’t taken anything for sea sickness, please do so now. There is medication in the first aid cupboard.”

  “Are we going to embark in broad daylight?” Europa asked. “That will allow the crew and any Terrians who are still looking for us to easily spot us, will it not?”

  “No,” Jeanip replied. “The crew will all be in the dining hall for a special celebration Altim arranged. And a dense curtain of fog will cloak our departure. Even if someone was on deck above or Terrians were ten feet away from this ship, they’d never be able to see us.”

  “But what if the fog isn’t there?” Terrance asked.

  “It will be,” Jeanip smiled. “We make it be there. It’s one of the defenses of Saint’s Isle - an impenetrable fog no sailor would venture into.”

  “Except us,” Earon added.

  “Except us,” Jeanip confirmed.

  “Jeanip, is there any place in particular you would like Seemon and me?” Cimbor asked. “Is there anything you need us to attend to below?”

  “Would you like me to bring up some coffee for you?” Seemon offered. “Or some other drink?”

  “Visibility is going to be nonexistent when we emerge,” Jeanip replied to both soldiers. “For your safety it would be best for you to stay here in the wheel house with us. I suggest perhaps on the port side bench. As for drinks, I believe we should wait on that until we have arrived at the island.”

  Cimbor and Seemon sat down on the left while Europa and Terrance took seats on the opposite bench closest to Jeanip. Earon took the seat on Europa’s right. Europa opened her backpack and removed her hooded sweatshirt jacket. As she did she saw the Orb resting in the bottom of her backpack, silent and colorless. She hesitated a moment, then lifted the Orb and placed it in her jacket pocket, zipping it securely inside. Earon gave her a puzzled look as to why she was putting the Orb in her jacket.

  “Thought I would keep it handy in case we need it again,” she said to Earon. “You never know when it is going to be needed or when we could be separated from our backpacks.”

  “I agree,” Earon stated. “You are starting to think like a monarch – always prepared for what may come.”

  “Or she’s learning to think like Jeanip,” Terrance added quietly, not wanting Jeanip to hear him. Following Europa’s lead, he put on his sweatshirt then his life jacket, placed his and Europa’s backpacks on the floor by their feet, then pulled Europa into his arms. Seeing everyone was ready, Jeanip started the silent engine and slowly maneuvered the boat away from the dock and toward the exit doors. He signaled to Altim they were ready to depart and the huge cargo doors opened. The boat containing the four adventurers and two new recruits moved forward onto the open ocean, beginning the last stretch of the journey.

  SAINT’S ISLE