Robert Salvatore - The Pirate King

From the deck of Sea Sprite, Robillard and Deudermont regarded the skill and discipline, or lack thereof, of Brambleberry’s three ships as they tried to form a tight squadron. At one point, all three nearly collided. The quick recovery left Brambleberry’s flagship, formerly Quelch’s Folly, and since lettered with the additional “—Justice ,” with tangled rigging. Brambleberry had wanted to rename the ship entirely, but Deudermont had dissuaded him. Such practices were considered bad luck, after all.

“Keep us well back,” Deudermont ordered his helmsman. “And to port. Always in the deeper water.”

“Afraid that we might have to dodge their wreckage?” Robillard quipped.

“They are warriors, not seamen,” Deudermont replied.

“If they fight as well as they sail, they’ll be corpses,” Robillard said and looked out to sea, leaning on the rail. He added, “Probably will be anyway,” under his breath, but loudly enough so that Deudermont heard.

“This adventure troubles you,” said Deudermont. “More than usual, I mean. Do you fear Arklem Greeth and your former associates so much?”

Robillard shrugged and let the question hang in the air for a few heartbeats before replying, “Perhaps I fear the absence of Arklem Greeth.”

“How so? We know now what we have suspected for some time. Surely the people of the Sword Coast will be better off without such treachery.”

“Things are not always as simple as they seem.”

“I ask again, how so?”

Robillard merely shrugged.

“Or is it that you hold some affinity for your former peer?”

Robillard turned to look at the captain and said, “He is a beast…a lich, an abomination.”

“But you fear his power.”

“He is not a foe to be taken lightly, nor are his minions,” the wizard replied. “But I’m assured that our young Lord Brambleberry there has assembled a capable and potent force, and, well, you have me beside you, after all.”

“Then what? What do you mean when you say that you fear the absence of Greeth? What do you know, my friend?”

“I know that Arklem Greeth is the absolute ruler of Luskan. He has established his boundaries.”

“Yes, and extended them to pirates running wild along the Sword Coast.”

“Not so wild,” said Robillard. “And need I remind you that the five high captains who appear to rule Luskan once skirted similar boundaries?”

“Shall we explain to the next shipwrecked and miserable victims we happen across, good and decent folk who just watched family and friends murdered, that the pirates who scuttled them were operating within acceptable boundaries?” asked Deudermont. “Are we to tolerate such injustice and malevolence out of some fear of an unknown future?”

“Things are not always as simple as they seem,” Robillard said again. “The Hosttower of the Arcane, the Arcane Brotherhood itself, might not be the most just and deserving rulers of Luskan, but we have seen the result of their rule: Peace in the city, if not in the seas beyond. Are you so confident that without them, Luskan can steer better course?”

“Yes,” Deudermont declared. “Yes, indeed.”

“I would expect such surety from Brambleberry.”

“I have lived my life trying to do right,” said Deudermont. “And it’s not for fear of any god or goddess, nor of the law and its enforcers. I follow that course because I believe that doing good will bring about good results.”

“The wide world is not so easily controlled.”

“Indeed, but do you not agree that the better angels of man will win out? The world moves forward to better times, times of peace and justice. It’s the nature of humanity.”

“But it’s not a straight road.”

“I grant you that,” said Deudermont. “And the twists and turns, the steps backward to strife, are ever facilitated by creatures like Arklem Greeth, by those who hold power but should not. They drive us to darkness when men do nothing, when bravery and honor is in short supply. They are a suffocating pall on the land, and only when brave men lift that pall can the better angels of men stride forward.”

“It’s a good theory, a goodly philosophy,” said Robillard.

“Brave men must act of their heart!” Deudermont declared.

“And of their reason,” Robillard warned. “Strides on ice are wisely tempered.”

“The bold man reaches the mountaintop!”

Robillard thought, but didn’t say, or falls to his death.

“You will fight beside me, beside Lord Brambleberry, against your former brother wizards?”

“Against those who don’t willingly come over to us, yes,” Robillard answered. “My oath of loyalty is to you, and to Sea Sprite. I have spent too many years saving you from your own foolishness to let you die so ingloriously now.”

Deudermont clapped his dearest friend on the shoulder and moved to the rail beside him, leading Robillard’s gaze back out to the open sea. “I do fear that you may be right,” he conceded. “When we defeat Arklem Greeth and end the pirate scourge, the unintended consequences might include the retirement of Sea Sprite . We’ll have nothing left to hunt, after all.”

“You know the world better than that. There were pirates before Arklem Greeth, there are pirates in the time of Greeth, and there will be pirates when his name is lost to the ashes of history. Better angels, you say, and on the whole, I believe—or at least I pray—that you are correct. But it’s never the whole that troubles us, is it? It’s but a tiny piece of humanity who sail the Sword Coast as pirates.”

“A tiny piece magnified by the powers of the Hosttower.”

“You may well be right,” said Robillard. “And you may well be wrong, and that, my friend, is my fear.”

Deudermont held fast to the rail and kept his gaze to the horizon, unblinking though the sun had broken through and reflected brilliantly off the rolling waters. It was a good man’s place to act for the cause of justice. It was a brave man’s place to battle those who would oppress and do harm to helpless innocents. It was a leader’s place to act in concert with his principles and trust enough in those principles to believe that they would lead him and those who followed him to a better place.

Those were the things Deudermont believed, and he recited them in his mind as he stared at the brilliant reflections on the waters he loved so dearly. He had lived his life, had shaped his own code of conduct, through his faith in the dictums of a good and brave leader, and they had served him well as he in turn had served so well the people of Luskan, Waterdeep, and Baldur’s Gate.

Robillard knew the Hosttower and the ways of the Arcane Brotherhood, and so Deudermont would indeed defer to him on the specifics of their present enemy.

But Captain Deudermont would not shy from the duty he saw before him, not with the opportunity of having eager Lord Brambleberry and his considerable resources sailing beside him.

He had to believe that he was right.

P erhaps I’m just getting older and harder to impress,” Regis said to Drizzt as they walked across a wide fields of grass. “She’s not so great a city, not near the beauty of Mithral Hall—and surely not Silverymoon—but I’m glad they let you in through the gates, at least. Folk are stubborn, but it gives me hope that they can learn.”

“I was no more impressed by Mirabar than you were,” Drizzt replied, tossing a sidelong glance at his halfling friend. “I had long heard of her wonders, but I agree they’re lacking beside Mithral Hall. Or maybe it’s just that I like the folk who live in Mithral Hall better.”