Watery Graves by Theophilus Monroe

Author:Theophilus Monroe [Monroe, Theophilus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“I need you to put me in the brig,” Joni told Titus as we dismounted our wyrms.

“La Sirene! I must respectfully ask why. It seems you’ve scored a marvelous victory!”

Joni nodded. “But the victory has come with a burden. It is something that I must bear alone.”

A perplexed look fell on Titus’s face, but he nodded and responded affirmatively. “Of course, La Sirene.”

Joni nodded. “Thank you, Annabelle, Isabelle, Pauli.” She turned to walk away.

“Joni, wait!” I said.

Joni paused and looked back at me, her lips pressed together.

“How long will this take? Before you’re free of the curse, I mean.”

“I wish I could say. This is unlike any other curse, different than any magic I’ve ever siphoned. I may never master it fully.”

“Then you’ll be locked up here forever?”

Joni shook her head. “Just get on with kicking Kalfu’s demon ass and we won’t have anything to worry about.”

I smiled widely. “You got it.”

“Tell your sister hi for me, would ya?” Joni asked. “Roger, too?”

I nodded.

“Nice to meet you, Pauli. You’re looking great by the way.”

“Always, honey! Nice to meet you, too!”

We turned to leave, and Agwe appeared around the corner. His face showed a mixture of emotions, but the dominant one was confusion. “Where are they taking La Sirene?”

“She wants to be locked up,” I said. “She absorbed Anne Bonny’s curse, just before I sent the old pirate to Davey Jones’s locker.”

Agwe raised his eyebrow. “Davey Jones?”

“It’s slang. You know… pirates use it. At least in the movies. It means the grave… I think.”

Agwe grinned slightly, but his eyes were following Joni as Titus took her away to the “brig,” wherever that was. “You’re right,” Agwe said, still not looking at me directly. “I was just surprised you knew of it.”

“She says once I defeat Kalfu, she’ll be free of the curse. That is, if she isn’t able to overcome it naturally using Fomorian magic.”

“She’s always getting herself into trouble, that one.” Agwe released an exacerbated sigh.

“Some things never change,” I said. “She was like that when I knew her before.”

“Seeing that your slithery friend has taken a new form, it appears what used to be my trident has chosen for itself a new steward.”

I nodded. “I have to confess, I was kind of looking forward to going on a quest to get this thing. But it sort of came to us instead.”

Agwe grinned. “I think your quest is still beginning. Which brings me to another subject we must address before we return you ashore to your friends.”

“Sure thing,” I said.

“Dumballah’s blessing,” Agwe said. “Are you aware of its power?”

“I was told that it could basically make anything if I imagined it,” I said as I pulled the miniature statuette—a serpent coiled on a stick—from my bra. “One shot kind of deal. Make it count.”

“It is not precisely true that it can make anything. What you choose must reflect the will of Dumballah himself.”

“So a freezer full of ice cream that never runs out is strictly out of the question?”

Agwe shrugged.

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