Adam Johnson - The Orphan Master's Son

Then the door opened and, breathing hard, the Second Mate’s wife came in.

She was carrying a suitcase and two five-liter jugs of water. She was sweating, but there was a weird smile on her face.

“What do you think of my new suitcase?” she asked. “I had to barter for it.”

“What did you barter?”

“Don’t be an ass,” she said. “Can you believe I didn’t own a suitcase?”

“I guess you never went anywhere.”

“I guess I never went anywhere,” she said to herself.

She ladled some rice water into a plastic cup for him.

He took a drink and asked her, “Are there dogs on the roof?”

“That’s life on the top floor,” she said. “Broken elevator, leaky roof, toilet vents. I don’t even notice the dogs anymore. The housing council’s breeding them. You should hear them on Sundays.”

“What are they breeding them for? Wait—what happens on Sundays?”

“The guys at the karaoke bar say that dogs are illegal in Pyongyang.”

“That’s what they say.”

“Civilization,” she said.

“Aren’t they going to start missing you at the cannery?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she knelt down and began rifling the pockets of the suitcase, looking for any evidence of its previous owner.

Jun Do said, “They’re going to give you a criticism session.”

“I’m not going back to the cannery,” she said.

“Not ever?”

“No,” she said. “I’m going to Pyongyang.”

“You’re going to Pyongyang.”

“That’s right,” she said. In a fold of the suitcase’s lining, she found some expired travel passes, stamped by every checkpoint between Kaesong and Chongjin. “Typically it takes a couple weeks, but I don’t know, I got a feeling it could happen any day.”

“What could happen?”

“Them finding my replacement husband.”

“And you think he’s in Pyongyang?”

“I’m a hero’s wife,” she said.

“A hero’s widow, you mean.”

“Don’t say that word,” she said. “I hate the sound of it.”

Jun Do finished his rice water, and slowly, slowly lay back down.

“Look,” she said, “it’s horrible what happened to my husband. I can’t even think about it. Seriously, whenever my mind goes there, something inside me just turns away. But we were only married a few months, and he was on a boat with you almost the whole time.”

It had taken a lot out of him to sit up, and when his head touched the pallet, the comfort of yielding to exhaustion overtook the discomfort of recovery. Almost everything on him hurt, yet a feeling of well-being came over his body, as if he’d been working hard all day with his mates. He closed his eyes and felt the hum of it. When he opened them again, it was afternoon. Jun Do had a feeling that what had awakened him was the sound of her closing the door as she left. He rolled some, so he could see the corner of the room. There was the pan that she used to wash herself. He wished he could reach it, to check if the water was still warm.

Come twilight, the Captain stopped by. He lit a couple of candles and sat in a chair. Looking up at him, Jun Do could see he’d brought a bag. “Look here, son,” the Captain said, and from the bag produced a slab of tuna and two Ryoksong beers. “It’s time to get your health back.”

The Captain opened the bottles and sectioned the tuna raw with his bosun’s knife. “To heroes,” the Captain said, and, halfheartedly, they both drank. The tuna, though, was exactly what Jun Do needed. The fat of the sea, he savored it against the roof of his mouth.

“The catch was good?” Jun Do asked.

“The waters were lively,” the Captain said. “It wasn’t the same without you or the Second Mate, of course. We got a couple hands to help out from the Kwan Li . You heard their captain ended up losing his arm, right?”

Jun Do nodded.

The Captain shook his head. “You know, I’m real sorry about how they worked you over. I wanted to warn you, but it wouldn’t have made much difference.”

“Well, it’s over,” Jun Do said.

“The hard part’s over, and you took it well, no one else could’ve done what you did. Now comes the reward part,” the Captain said. “They’re going to give you some time to heal up, figure out exactly how things will work, and then they’re going to want to show you off. A hero who risked his life at gunpoint to save another hero who’d been fed to the sharks by Americans? Come on, you’re going to be a big story. They’re going to get some use out of you. After that thing with the Canning Master and then the captain of the Kwan Li , they need some good news. Anything you want, you’ll be able to name it.”

“I’ve already been to language school,” Jun Do said, then added, “You think it’s possible, I mean with the currents and all, that he could make it back?”

“We all love that boy,” the Captain said. “And mistakes were made, but he can’t come back. He’s not part of the story anymore. That’s not how the story goes now. You’ve got to get your head straight about that. The girl, she’s doing okay with this, right?”

But before Jun Do could answer, the Captain noticed the chart on the wall. The room was dim, and he stood with his candle. “What the hell,” he said. He started tearing out pins and dropping them to the floor. “A week he’s been gone, and still that kid is tormenting me.” He pulled the chart free. “Look,” the Captain said, “there’s something you should know. Before, when we thought the Second Mate hadn’t taken anything with him, we really hadn’t looked close enough. We didn’t think to check down in the hold, where your equipment was.”

“What are you saying?”

“One of your radios is gone. He took a radio with him.”

“Was it the black one?” Jun Do asked. “Or the one with the silver handles?”

“The one with the green dials,” the Captain said. “Is that going to be a problem? Is this going to hurt us?”

Jun Do could see it so clearly now, the Second Mate out on the raft in the dark with nothing but a battery, the green glow of a radio, and cigarettes without matches.

“That radio’s pretty basic,” Jun Do said. “We can scrounge another one.”

“That’s the spirit,” the Captain said. He put on a smile. “Here, here, I’m being an idiot, have some more tuna. And the girl, what do you think of her? I talked to her, you know. She has quite a high impression of you. What can I get you, is there anything you need?”

The beer was running right through Jun Do. “That jar over there,” he said. “Can you hand it to me.”

“Sure, sure,” the Captain said, but when he picked it up, he eyed it with great suspicion. He looked like he was going to smell it, but then he just passed it along.

Jun Do rolled to his side and brought the jar under the sheet with him. Then the only sound in the room was the sound of urine filling the jar in fits and spurts.

The Captain talked over the sound. “Well, you’re going to have to do some thinking. You’re a hero now, and they’re going to ask you what you want. How about it, is there anything you’d pick?”

When he was done, Jun Do opened his eyes. Then he carefully handed the jar to the Captain. “The only thing I’d like,” Jun Do said, “is to stay on the Junma . I feel comfortable there.”

“Of course you do,” the Captain said. “Your equipment’s there.”

“And there’s power at night.”

“And there’s power at night,” the Captain said. “Consider it done. You now live on the Junma . It’s the least I can do. But what is it you really want, something only the officials can give you?”

Jun Do hesitated. He took a pull of beer and tried to think of one thing that North Korea could give him that would make his life better.