James Somers - The Realm Shift

Ethan stood there for a moment longer, wondering if he had been dismissed. With neither the captain nor the helmsmen giving him any further attention, Ethan shifted back to the spiritual plane and went to the rail, searching for his next target. He found it to the port side of this ship and slightly to the rear. It was a smaller ship. He gave another glance at the rude captain, then decided it was time to go.

Ethan leaped away from the deck as he had before. He concentrated on where he intended to land. After a quick flight through the vacuum of the spiritual plane, Ethan landed on the deck of the smaller ship. Once again, he searched for the man with the captain’s tricorn.

This time, the captain was talking with a crewmember while drinking a cup of tea. He was an older man than Captain Bonifast-perhaps twenty years older. He wore a powdered wig and looked tired. He sat impatiently while a younger man, standing next to him, attended to his needs.

After the rude greeting he had received on the previous ship, Ethan wanted to have a bit of fun with this one. He decided to test Gideon’s angel-assumption theory. He walked up to where the captain was drinking his tea and stood before him.

This time, when Ethan appeared out of thin air, the captain noticed him immediately. In fact, it was so immediate the poor man shouted with surprise and spilt hot tea all over the front of his uniform. Ethan smiled, attempting to suppress his laughter. That’s more like it, he thought. Then a pang of guilt washed over him for using the special gifts he had been given by Shaddai in such a juvenile way.

“Begging your pardon, Captain sir,” he said.

“My goodness, young man, where in the devil did you come from?” the captain asked.

“Nowhere in the Devil, sir,” Ethan replied. “I am sent as Shaddai’s messenger on behalf of Captain Bonifast of the Maelstrom. I bring you the battle plan he has laid out for the assault on the Bay of Emmanuel.”

Ethan opened the satchel, producing another rolled parchment. He handed it to the captain. The man looked aghast at Ethan, accepting the document without realizing he had extended his hand for it. He could not take his eyes from the boy, nor overcome his initial astonishment with his arrival from the ether.

“I say, boy, are you a spirit?” the captain asked. His servant looked equally stupefied. The teakettle in his hand shook noticeably.

“Read the document, Captain,” Ethan insisted, carefully avoiding any explanation of his appearance. “We must do everything possible to break Mordred’s power over this kingdom.” Having issued the charge, Ethan disappeared from the man’s sight again.

The captain might have spilt his cup again had it not already been emptied on his lap. Ethan felt sorry for the man and a little guilty for his own behavior. The captain already looked haggard by his years of service in the navy, appearing eager for retirement, if only he could manage to get to that point in his life, safely.

Ethan watched the captain a moment longer as his servant assisted him in cleaning up. Then he turned to the starboard side of the ship for his next delivery. This next ship was slightly larger than the one he stood upon presently. It followed almost directly behind the Maelstrom.

Ethan found his mark and leaped away from the deck. When he came down on the deck of the other ship, he found it different from the previous two. This ship’s crew looked like pirates. Ethan wondered if they might be some of the mercenaries Captain Bonifast had told him about.

Ethan found the captain of the ship bellowing orders to his gunnery crew and standing next to another man who may have been his first mate. The captain spoke again, this time about Captain Bonifast.

“That braggart, Bonifast, with his royal commission-he really thinks he’s something special now that he’s on Stephen’s payroll. He probably thinks he’s the stinking admiral of this convoy.”

Ethan felt like doing a quick face-to-face appearance for this captain. He only wished the man had a cup of tea in his hand. He reached into the leather satchel for a battle plan just as the unkempt captain said, “His head has gotten so big, I’m surprised he hasn’t insisted on laying out the entire attack plan himself!”

Ethan pulled out the parchment and looked at it. He could not escape the irony of the delivery he was about to make. Ethan became visible to the men. They were just as startled by his sudden appearance as the previous captain had been-only no spilling. “I’ve come as the messenger of Shaddai on behalf of Captain Bonifast. You are required to execute the captain’s strategy for the coming battle to the letter,” Ethan said with an air of authority.

The captain took the parchment and looked at it. “Do you understand your instructions, Captain?” The first mate looked at the captain as he nodded-his wide eyes never leaving Ethan. “Very good, see that you do,” Ethan said, then he disappeared again.

The men immediately broke into a frenzied discussion about the boy who had just appeared and disappeared. They were attempting to figure out if he was an angel or devil and why such a being would bring them battle plans from Levi Bonifast. Ethan looked toward the next ship.

Then a familiar tingling sensation swept over him. Demons! Ethan hid himself, then returned to the physical world. If demons were onboard then they would see him walking on the spiritual plane. He had to investigate without being noticed.

Fortunately, his clothing matched the other sailors. And since many of the crew were young boys, Ethan blended in well. Ethan grabbed a scrub brush and began working on the deck with a bucket of water, keeping his head down. No one questioned him. The tingling sensation grew stronger. He supposed the demon must be coming closer. Then, without a sound, a demon floated over him.

The demon spoke, but not to him in particular. It spewed out words of hatred for King Stephen and his foolish cause, words of discouragement at being a part of this raid on Mordred’s navy, and words of wounded pride for Captain Bonifast’s command. Ethan heard the words as clearly as any other sound aboard the ship. However, the other men seemed not to notice.

Ethan raised his eyes. He listened to the crew as they spoke with one another while doing their work. They complained about being on this voyage-that it was certain death to oppose Mordred. Others spoke of King Stephen’s folly and how they owed no allegiance to the man or his war.

Then Ethan’s realized what was happening. This demon was doing the same thing he had witnessed another demon doing in the council meeting back in Grandee. The demon was sowing doubt, discouragement, hatred, and fear. And those seeds were quickly taking root among this mercenary crew.

Ethan had to know how many others had been turned from this mission unconsciously. If there was a demon here on this ship, then there may be others doing the same on the other ships.

Ethan looked for the demon again. It hovered around the captain and his first mate. Ethan realm shifted, dropping through the deck quickly to avoid being seen by the demon. When he got below deck, into a dim hallway, and saw no one else in the vicinity, he appeared in the physical world again. Ethan walked through rooms and hallways on his way below sea level. He passed several crewmembers, but none of them paid him any attention.

Assuming he had descended far enough, Ethan realm shifted again. He passed through the ship’s hull and into the open sea. Ethan found the next ship and moved toward it.

Ethan passed through the hull unhindered and came into what appeared to be the galley. He saw that the ship’s cook was the only person present. The man faced away from him, concentrating on his cooking. Ethan passed from the spiritual to the physical world, running toward a flight of steps, then up to the main deck. His leather satchel remained by his side with the parchments.