“The brujo who spoke to Bill’s pal spoke the truth; it was not the Spanish plate fleet, but the Martian saucer fleet. The extramundanes have ships which sail the empty voids between the stars as we sail our ships upon the oceans. They are called ‘saucers’ because they resemble a saucer if seen from below as they fly by in the air. They do not come from Mars - which is a bleak cold lifeless place of nothing but empty deserts, the air too thin to breathe - but they do use it as a base, as we use the island of Recailles. Thus the Martian saucer fleet.”
“What do they look like, these extramundane creatures?” said Blue Peter slowly.
“I did not clap eyes upon the Glaroon at all - it was he who had captured me - He cannot breathe our air, and so resides mostly in a sealed chamber filled with the noxious air of his own home-world. His minions serve him and do his bidding, some human slaves such as I became, some extramundanes of various sorts, some of them slaves, too. One sort are small grey men with slanting black eyes. Another kind is alike to a toad-man, and very strong but not very clever. Another is alike to a lizard with six limbs; the front two being arms, the rearmost legs and the middle two somewhat in between. They are excellent mechanics, those lizard things, as they can work on an engine with four hands, sitting back on their rear legs and their tail. Their speech sounds like the chirm of birdsong, but some of them can mimic our tongues well enough to converse. They are congenial company, too, unlike the little grey buggers, who are so dreich that they could make a conventicle of Methodies seem like a beano in a bawdy-house.”
“Congenial company, Sylvestre? Six-legged lizards congenial company? You stretch my credulity too far!”
“I only speak the truth. They are fond of an alcoholic drink, particularly beer; as spirits are too strong for their heads, unless watered. They enjoy a good yarn, well-told. They like to dance and cavort, although their music sounds strange to our ears. They do love a game of cards and are great gamblers. And great cheats, too! With four arms it is almost too easy for them to finesse a deck, d’you see? Actually, they are more alike to chameleons. They cannot change colour - they are a shade of greeny-blue - but they have those woogly eyes that can point in different directions, if you know what I mean.”
The Captain demonstrated ‘woogly eyes’ by putting fingers in front of his eyes and waggling them around. Blue Peter got to his feet, walked slowly down to the beach, then ran up and down on the sand, shouting ‘arrgh!’ occasionally. He walked back to the knoll and sat down again against the tree.
“There is no more beer,” said the Captain, “but here is rum.” He poured a large shot into Blue Peter’s glass. Blue Peter took a swallow, and grimaced.
“Captain, if the green of your beard did not tell me something strange had happened to you,” he said, “I would have already shot you for trying to gull me with such a ludicrous account. I shall call you ‘Captain’ now as your banyan day must be over; if you have gone mad that is serious; if you speak truly that is surely even worse. Pray continue, but perhaps tell me how it is that you were away from the barky for three hours, yet seem to have been away for much longer, having had the time to socialise with six-legged reptiles?”
“Well, I said that I must explain a couple of things, but I got distracted,” said the Captain. “The second thing is that time and distance are the same. Some extramundanes, such as the Glaroon, have found the way to travel in the void, in space, but that means also travelling in time, so they have mastered travel both in distance and time. From your point of view I was away for three hours, but from my point of view I was away for about three years. Don’t ask me to explain it, as it is not yet completely clear to me, but it has to do with the speed of light not being infinite. It is very quick, but not instantaneous, and that has consequences, apparently. Time is often a fractured mirror, reflecting a bizarre image of reality.”
Blue Peter emptied his glass in a single gulp, and refilled it from the rum-bottle.
“Now please explain about your beard, Captain,” he said, “and how it was made green.”
“It isn’t my beard, is how,” said the Captain. “Each filament of it is an extramundane creature, especially bred to replace the hairs of my beard. They draw sustenance from my body, and I can feel them as though they are strange nerves. The Glaroon had them put on me, as I was his butler. They are sensitive to certain emanations, and so could be used to call me, or to tell me things over a distance.”
“I find that very disturbing. Does it hurt?”
“No. It was agony when they were growing into my face, replacing the hairs at their roots, but they don’t hurt now. In fact, I am rather fond of them ... or It. I could not have escaped without the Beard. It talked to the library of the Glaroon’s mansion on Mars, so to speak, and I was able to learn enough about saucers to navigate my way back through space and time to Nombre Dios Bay. The sun is setting. We must go back to the barky soon enough. Ask the question which is on your lips.”
“The question on the lips of every crewman aboard the Ark de Triomphe,” said Blue Peter, “and the one asked in the awful poem; ‘whether anybody knew where he had buried his pelf ’.”
“Nowhere,” said the Captain, “and yet everywhere. As the treasure came in I converted it to financial instruments - banker’s draughts, letters of credit, stocks and shares - as fast as I ever could. You may remember that many of the prize cargoes were goods anyway - flour, wine, whale oil, saltpetre, mercury in greased goatskin bags, even a cargo of porcelain plates! - Eddie Teach would have insisted on payment in gold, if he could even be bothered to take and sell such merchandise, and would have taken a discount for so doing. I traded them instead for shares in cargoes-in-transit and the like until I could get the money safely berthed in a bank, or rather in several banks in several countries. I don’t like the idea of burying a chest of gold on an island. It seems a little foolish, especially when one can get two-and-a-half percent at Coutts and the stock-market is booming. Don’t tell the Free Brotherhood of the Coasts that I said that, mind you!”
“What are you going to do with the money?” Blue Peter said, pouring the last of the rum into his glass.
“The influential extramundanes are a mixed bunch, much like your Colonials, I suppose, Peter. There was one, Great Cthulhu, who is the ugliest bugger I ever did see. Alike to a big scaly daemon with the head of a squid, he is. Tentacles waving about like the Medusa’s snakey hair. He was a half-decent old cove in some ways, though. Lent me a book by some mad old Arab, Abdul al something-or-other. I have a great dislike of the Glaroon, though, and a grudge, too. I was the Glaroon’s butler, which was bearable for the most part, but slave-owners are all alike, d’you see? whether they be Colonials or extramundanes. When the Glaroon had parties, he’d put me out the front to greet the guests - ‘Hello, sir! and welcome to the mansion of the Glaroon!’ - dressed in a little blue sailor suit, and I intend to have my revenge for upon him that!
“I have spent much of the treasure on my plan to avenge myself, but there is plenty left. I have set up a pension fund for the crew, but don’t tell anybody yet.”
Captain Greybagges stood up, stretched, and started packing the picnic things.
“It is in my mind to tell the crew about the money soon, at a share-out meeting. I think they will be pleased with the arrangements that I have made - if I can get the wooden-headed sods to understand what I have done for them - and will consequently be easily enthused by my plan to punish the Glaroon, about which they need to know nothing just yet, not even that there is a plan. If my plan succeeds there will be more loot, more pelf, more boodle, more treasure than even Croesus himself ever dreamed of. Enough to make Morgan’s raid on Panama seem mere apple-scrumping. I’ll have to tell Izzie and Bill something of this business, too, but I think that must be slowly, as we go, lest they become ... unsettled. I welcome your advice on that; on what, how and how much to tell them and when, but sleep on it first, it’s a lot for you to comprehend. Come on, let’s go!”
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