He smelled of wet tweed and turpentine. I doubted I smelled much better.
I realized I knew almost nothing about this man who hung at Montgomery’s heels like a shadow. It was impossible not to be intimidated by his size and looks, despite how gentle he was with the animals.
‘You’re a native of the island, aren’t you?’ I asked. He seemed surprised that I addressed him and remained mute through the next lurch of the ship.
‘Aye, miss,’ he grunted at last.
‘So you know my father, the doctor? Henri Moreau?’
Balthazar pulled his legs in to his chest. His eyes darted nervously. ‘Thou shalt obey the Creator,’ he said.
‘Creator? God, you mean?’
‘Thou shalt not crawl in the dirt. Thou shalt not roam at night.’ He rocked slightly.
I peered at him uneasily. His words had the ring of commandments, but none I’d ever heard. ‘What are you talking about, Balthazar?’
‘Thou shalt not kill other men,’ he said, rocking harder. The ship dipped suddenly and I grabbed the wall for support. Balthazar no longer seemed aware of the storm. He rocked faster, eyes glassy.
‘Who told you all this?’ I asked. ‘My father?’ His recitation had the feel of Father’s commanding influence all over it.
‘Stop saying these things,’ I said. ‘Please. Calm down.’ My thoughts raced. Did the natives see my father as some sort of supreme ruler? Father had scorned religion, so I couldn’t imagine he would permit such ridiculous chanting. I wanted to ask Balthazar more, but he leapt to his feet and hurried from the room without another word.
The storm lasted through the night and into the morning. When the Curitiba returned to its normal rocking, I stumbled above deck to gasp fresh air and feel warm sunlight. The foremast boom had buckled under the weight of the canvas sail, which now cracked and whipped in the heavy breeze. The dogs sprawled in their cages, quiet for once, under a waterlogged canvas tarpaulin. They didn’t lift their heads as I passed. Only their eyes followed me.
Montgomery and Balthazar stood on the quarterdeck, peering into the rigging.
‘Is the ship still seaworthy?’ I asked.
Montgomery jerked his chin toward the sailors, who fought to tame the sail under the captain’s slurred curses. ‘We won’t sink, but we won’t go far if they don’t fix the sail. Anyway, we have our own problems.’ He looked back into the rigging. On the top spar, a dozen yards above us, was the monkey. ‘His cage shattered in the storm.’
‘Can’t one of the crew climb up to fetch him?’
Montgomery glanced at the foresail. ‘They won’t bother themselves for an animal.’
I studied the complicated puzzle of rigging, spars, and sails, looking for a solution. But wherever a man might cut off the monkey’s passage horizontally, it could always move vertically.
‘You’ll have to wait for him to come down,’ I concluded.
‘Not possible. Captain’s given me no choice.’ His face went serious and he made a gesture to Balthazar, who shuffled to a stack of crates and came back with a rifle. He handed it to Montgomery.
The blood drained from my face. ‘Don’t you dare shoot it!’ I said.
He shook his head a little too forcefully. ‘Captain says the monkey’s added weight can affect the sails.’
‘That’s not true. It’s basic physics. You know that, Montgomery.’
‘Very scientific of you, but it won’t make a difference to the captain.’ He split the barrel and checked inside. ‘Balthazar, go belowdecks for a few minutes.’ Balthazar nodded, grinning naively, and shuffled off to the forecastle hatch. Montgomery clicked the barrel back into place. ‘You should go as well, Miss Moreau.’
‘I shan’t. I’ll talk some sense into the captain.’ I pointed at the rifle. ‘And don’t even think about using that.’
‘Miss Moreau, wait.’ His voice begged. ‘Juliet!’
I ignored him and crossed the deck. While trying to tame the loose sail, the men had torn a gash down its center, and the captain cursed something furious.
‘Captain Claggan, a word, please.’
He whirled on me with bloodshot eyes and breath like a tannery. His nose and cheeks were splotched with broken blood vessels that made him look like the devil himself. ‘What do you want?’ he bellowed.
I took a step back. The deckhands glanced my way, their faces hardened. I’d find no support there.
‘I asked you what the devil you want!’
‘The monkey,’ I said, getting irritated. ‘It weighs too little to do any damage. The laws of physics—’
‘Physics! Devil take you, lass! I’ll shoot the wretch down myself. And you, too, if you don’t mind your own business!’
I wasn’t used to being threatened by a bony drunkard, and it didn’t sit well with me. Anger stirred deep in my bones. At just sixteen, I had already had a lifetime’s experience with men like him. The last one ended up without use of his hand. The river of anger flowed from my capillaries into veins and straight to my heart, lodging there like a hardened bit of glass. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d brought my palm across his face.
The crew went silent. The captain touched his cheek, blinked twice, then stumbled toward me with black rage. Suddenly Montgomery was beside me. He snatched my hand and tucked the rifle under his arm.
‘Is there a problem, Captain?’ he growled. In an instant Montgomery had turned into a hulking animal, powerful and dangerous.
The captain’s bloodshot eyes steadied on the rifle. Montgomery casually adjusted it so it pointed at his gut. The captain hesitated, then spit a thin mess of tobacco a few inches from Montgomery’s feet. ‘Keep your little bobtail below where she belongs.’
I gasped at the insult, but Montgomery squeezed my hand so hard I couldn’t think of anything else. ‘Our apologies for the disruption,’ he said, his blue eyes cold. ‘It won’t happen again.’ He pulled me to the side, where I leaned against the rail, shaking with anger.
‘Did you hear what he called me?’ I said, face burning.
‘He’s a liar and a drunk, so what he says is of no consequence to us.’ His hand tightened over mine. ‘I’m less concerned with your reputation than your safety. Men like him are dangerous. He may be checked by Balthazar’s size and by my rifle, but he could do anything to us out here, Juliet, and no one would know.’
His large fingers swallowed my own. He could have let go, for we were quite safe now.
But he did not.
I cleared my throat. His presence had a way of making my anger dissipate, but in return it set loose a swell of other feelings. ‘I should thank you, then.’ I didn’t know exactly what to do with myself. What to say.
