The Butcher of Gadobhra Chapter 214: Jack

The heat began rolling over Ozzy in waves. Woodrat quit struggling and went quiet after a few minutes and Ozzy was feeling feverish. His heat was going up at a constant rate, with a spike as each new wave hit. He was worried about what would happen when he exceeded his limits. Woodrat had ntioned sothing about n who burst their furnaces, and that didn't sound pleasant. He lowered his heat by burning fuel and making smoke, until his smoke was at the limit. It was a temporary fix, and his heat was climbing again. His smoke was also going down, but he needed fuel to make more smoke.

Everything he'd seen in the smoke revolved around having enough smoke, and enough fuel and heat to make more smoke. Too much hadn't seed possible. He kept trying to push it away as he had in the conjunction using his Active Fire Resistance, but couldn't quite seem to figure out how. Every ti he felt like he'd grasped a way to do it, he lost it again.

The sargasso weed surrounding the boat was going crazy, trying to grow and strangle him, but it was withering in the heat, turning brown and dead. Each green sprout that ca out of the ashes died and crumbled before it could get to him. Still, tendrils kept sprouting and withering. He grabbed a handful of the crap and put it into his mouth, chewing. It was horrible, but he needed fuel. Without thinking much about it, he began using Tastes like Chicken! a skill he rarely, if ever used these days. After the first few weeks in Genesis, all the workers had been completely disgusted by the taste of bland, processed, chicken. Compared to charred sargasso weed, Ozzy thought it wasn't really that bad. He was surprised at how fast the chicken was giving him fuel, but this was a perk that was supposed to keep you healthy and working hard. So, in so ways it made sense. Rolly would be upset to learn there was a use for the skill.

Pain started in his chest a few minutes later. His heat level was rising above maximum and with his smoke nearly full, he had no way to lower it. He stood up, stumbling, feeling like he was going to burst and tried one last ti to force the heat away from him. The pain grew, and then sothing clicked inside of him, and a glowing grey globe of translucent sparks ford that encompassed he and Woodrat.

He heard slow clapping behind him and turned to see soone watching him. "Bravo, I was certain you were going burst and beco one of mine. Hmm, maybe you still will. That's not much of a shield, is it? But a splendid attempt for soone only just beco a Mate." He snapped his fingers and a larger globe ford all around them and Ozzy's globe faded away. Ozzy sat down, hot and tired.

"Take a break, Lad. Have a drink of this, it will help you let off so steam. Just be wary which way it all cos out." Ozzy wasn't sure why drinking with a strange man who ca from nowhere was a good thing, but he didn't argue at the ti. He tilted the bottle back and took two swallows of what was inside. It was cool and sweet, and very strong. It had a taste like strawberries and honey. The liquor rolled down into his gut and began to burn.

His stomach rumbled, smoke began to co out of his mouth and nose. Heeding the man's words, he turned away and belched. Fire and smoke tore out of him, burning his throat raw and blistering his face. It went on and on, and when it was done, he saw that his furnace was only half full of heat. "Damn. That tasted fine going down, but it's rough coming back up."

His benefactor nodded, smiling encouragingly. “Take another drink. It was a sha to waste an Ambrosia that fine making fireworks, but we needed to cool you down so." Ozzy did so. The second drink went down easier and he felt rejuvenated by it. He handed the bottle back before he was tempted to drink more.

Jack popped the cork back in and put it in a leather loop on his belt.

The Captain’s finery, and he had to be a captain by his dress, would have put any of Ben's outfits to sha. He wore an elaborate outfit with layers of finely stained leather accented by a red, ruffled silk shirt and white scarf. Multiple belts held a sword, knives, and studded club. Rings adorned his fingers and gold necklaces hung down across his chest. Even his boots had gold buckles.

He sported a goatee and thin mustache, and wore his hair in hundreds of fine braids. At first Ozzy thought his hair was red, but then he saw that his hair was actually on fire, small flas running up and down the braids.

Ozzy rember things Woodrat had said. "So, you’re Jack Firebeard, The Burning Man."

Jack smiled widely and bowed. "Correct on both accounts, but usually I'm one or the other. If you had burst from the heat, the Burning Man would have taken you and made you one of his own. But instead, you and I get to have a little talk about your future." He turned and looked over his shoulder and it seed Ozzy could see across the leagues to the volcano. "As brief as that might be, in most cases."

Ozzy checked on Woodrat. The captain was passed out, and too hot, but he wasn't in the danger zone yet. Ozzy turned back to Jack, and saw that an ornate wooden chair had appeared from sowhere, along with a sturdy three-legged stool. Seating himself, he turned to Jack and said. "But not in all cases, I take it?"

"No, not all. If it was all there would be no reason to chat. I bla the woman for getting involved and twisting so strings. Aeto'le says you offered her sothing and owe her sothing and she wants you ho. And Palaimon is close to the shipwrecked Captain whose life you might save. I see the hand of the shipwrecked god in this as well. And then there's a string between you and the Old Smoke, with now a couple of more are twisted around it."

He looked over to where Woodrat was starting to snore. "Your captain there is of interest to as well, now that he holds one of my swords." Jack patted his own scabbard. “So, we have a lot of possibilities twisting in the heat today.”

Ozzy inhaled a deep breath, and blew it out. He bluntly stated, “You want sothing from ."

Jack tilted his head and smiled, his earrings glinting in the light from his beard. "Now, why would you say a thing like that?"

"Because you're a god or sothing like one. And whether it's the almighty creator of the heavens, or an AC manager, you don't do things for free. There's always a tradeoff. I'm a little out of options besides death from a busted furnace. So, I'm just waiting for the details."

They sat in silence for a minute, and Jack brought out tobacco and rolled two thin cigars, handing one to Ozzy. "Well, I had thought to offer you a boon from the warmth inside of my heart, but I can see you'd not trust that type of a deal. As it turns out, I do have a small problem. Soone has gone missing, and sothing was stolen, and so people think that I'm to bla because it was one of mine who might have done it. People are judgntal when things go wrong, and once again Jack takes the bla."

Ozzy chuckled. "Now that’s a sha. Any chance I might be able to help you out?"

Jack nodded and blew out a smoke ring that turned into the image of black ship, with three rows of oars per side and a huge ram on the front. The top deck held two square sails. The ship must be huge based on how many oars he saw.

"That looks like an ancient Greek ship, a trire, but I don't rember them being so big."

Jack laughed. "Maybe there were fewer dead Greek's needing rides from the afterworld, then. Or they had more ships taking their souls back to the land of the living. There are nine such ships in the smoke, and it's their fate to ferry the newly dead back to where they can be reborn. Or there were. Only eight are left, and one is missing."

The image changed and Ozzy saw a burly man with a large belly, in dress similar to Jack, but his hair and beard were long and unkept. Like Jack, his hair was on fire. "And this is the man responsible. Blackgut, One of the Burning Man's priests. He's taken on of the Black Galleys to the land of the living. He commands a crew of dead n and enslaved living, and is making war on the anything that floats or swims. Not my fault at all, and yet people feel I'm responsible since he was once one of mine."

"And I take it you want soone to kill him?" Ozzy was not liking this deal.

Jack nodded. "That would be convenient and would solve many problems. But it would be enough if you find him and free soone he has chained up. And you'd be helping yourself by doing it. You ca to see Old Smoke? You'll find him on the Trire that Captain Blackgut stole. Most likely chained in the bilge. Find and free Old Smoke, and you'll get what you ca for, and a way out of here."

"You make it sound easy."

"Oh, of course I do. I'm not the one who has to do it. But you're no worse off dying on the quest, then you are dying here. Either way you'll be making a trip to the bottom of the smoke, and taking a spot on a bench to row until you are let go. And there's a line forming now, with one ship less than there used to be."

"And what if I find another way out of here?" Ozzy was feeling a bit railroaded into taking this deal.

Jack held up his hands, palm out. "Then you take it and head ho. I'll bless you on the way out. I’d encourage you scamper off if you get a chance. The Smoke is harsh on tourists from the junction. I'm just offering you another option. It's a good deal for both of us, and I'll teach you a few tricks. Old Jack likes tricks, and I know quite a few."

Ozzy didn't see much of a choice. And there was so truth in the statent that anything was better than just dying here. He stood up and held out his hand. Jack shook it and laughed. "Good man. Now it's ti to learn so new things."

"Let's talk about Shielding. What you tried to do shouldn't have worked, but you ca close. It’s a skill that a senior captain of the fifth tier is allowed to learn. A captain can put a shield around his crew or ship to protect it from harm. It's an extension of his Aura, which you don't have yet."

"A captain's Aura is one of his greatest tools. It inspires his crew, making them courageous, loyal and hardworking. Your Dark Glory is a close enough ability that I could tie your own version of Shielding to it. It’s similar to what a captain can do, but weaker because you’re only a mate. You can shield yourself, and one or two others who are close to you.

Most importantly, Shielding is what will let you save your captain and yourself until this heat dies down."

"I have to give you warning though: If anyone sees you use it, there will be questions. It normally takes soone getting through Mate and into their third tier to make Captain, and that's where they begin to pick up radiance. Shielding can be gained when they attain the 5th tier after they've built up a good bit of radiance and corruption both."

"How a monster like you got them both down in the conjunction is a tale I'd like to hear soday. You’re only a Mate. That shouldn't happen. And Shielding is even odder. It's best if you keep that a secret until needed. A good Shield can stave off the effects of an Aura, and Blackgut has an Aura most powerful. If he finds out you have shielding things won't go well for you."

"Lucky for you, you have a Legendary Title already. That ans I can slide in another beneath it as a bonus, and no one will notice."

You have gained the Legendary Title: Fyrebeard's Crew

Like a priest of the Burning Man, you see the fires within each person, and can help those who can't control their own Heat. Force it out of them, or take it for your own. Beware of taking too much.

You are gifted with knowledge. You have gained the skill: Aspect of Radiance. Radiance based skills and spells will beco easier to cast as you level this skill.

You have experienced The Burning Ring of Fire and The Eruption. The Burning God shows you how to combine it all. You have gained the skill: In the Heat of Battle. This skill is a complex aspect that includes both the Aspect of Fire, and the Aspect of Radiance. RAD is the governing characteristic. Heat based abilities will be easier to learn and cast as you gain levels in this skill. Fire based skills will be enhanced.

Jack says: "You're Welco."

Ozzy saw a small fla dart from Jack to himself. Strangely, he felt cooler when it settled into his chest.

Jack walked over to where Woodrat lay unconscious and put his hand on his forehead. "He's close to death, which is better than dead, but not by much. I'm pulling a bit of the heat off of him. But if you can wake him soon, that would be a good thing. Fighting the heat is using up his smoke. Those berries that grow in the salad aren't as tasty as a drink from my bottle, but they don't do a bad job of making a man vent out so heat."

"I'll take leave of you now. You're going to be busy soon." He faded away into a wisp of smoke and fla and was gone.

As if Jack's presence had been holding them back, a group of charred sailors began to howl and scream. Ozzy saw them coming and stood over Woodrat's prone form with no ti think about what had just happened.

As Jack stepped sideways and away from the mortal plane, he was surprised to see he wasn't alone. A woman stood near him. Her fingers and toes had long claws and her eyes were dark and large, letting her see in the depths of the smoke. She was beautiful and deadly, with long white hair that the kelpies braided each day, and her smile revealed her sharklike teeth when she was amused. She wore only a kirtle and belt made from the hide of great wolf shark, and in her hand was a harpoon of enchanted ivory. He unblinking eyes stared into Jack and he shivered, just before she smiled at him.

"And what are you up to Jack? I co to find a little guppy my cousin has lost, and I find you here tangling up the strings of fate."

Jack's face was a picture of innocence, and he put a hand on his heart. "What? Why, Aeto'le, you know I'm the good side of . I roam the seas looking for people who need help."

"Oh, I believe you Jack. I also know your help cos most readily when you benefit as well. But cos now, none of your gas. This traveler has hunted the smoke and made an offering to . He is marked by my cousin. I am bound to not let you harm him."

A small tingle ran down Jack's spine. Aeto'le had all of the rcy of the shark that had sired her. Her mother hadn't liked him either. "Doing favors, as I said. I saved your travelers life just now, and gave him gifts to keep him alive. Not all one sided, as now he can save one of my sword bearers. I've taken a liking to the little guy. Captain Woodrat might sail the smoke on the least of ships and co from humble beginnings, but I see greatness in the future for him."

"Can you believe it? Woodwright to Captain all in one go. That's fate reaching out for you. He's loved by Palaimon too, don't you know? Woodrat has spent more ti shipwrecked than on a deck, and has offered more prayers to our brother than any other."

"Now it might be that in helping these two poor, shipwrecked sailors that they could do a favor in the future. But for now I see that it's your self and Palaimon who benefit. So maybe you could point that nasty spear at soone besides ."

Aeto'le laughed loudly. It started in her belly and made her upper parts jiggle in a way that fascinated Jack. "Oh, Jack. I think half the ti I catch you doing your sneaky deals just so I can hear the whale shit of a story you tell to cover yourself. Go on, swim away, and we'll see how your plans work out. And a word to the wise: Stay away from Evergreen. Life is her domain, and your renegade priest is interfering with Life returning."

Jack shuddered at the thought, bowed to the huntress, and took his leave. Aeto'le stayed to watch for a short ti as a man with cleavers made of smoke slaughtered the dead, and sent them to the bottom of the smoke.