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Dozo? Naga said, puzzled.

Fearfully the samurai began to walk into the sea, knowing he was a dead man. Blackthorne joined him and when the man's head went under he pulled him up, none too kindly, and made him swim, letting him flounder but never dangerously all the way out to the wreck, the man coughing and retching and holding on. Then he pulled him ashore again and twenty yards from the shallows he shoved him off. Swim

Again the samurai strained against the hold of the sand and the sea, then a chant sprang up and they tugged in unison. The wreck shifted a fraction and they redoubled their efforts, then it jerked loose and they sprawled in the sand. They picked themselves up, laughing, congratulating themselves, and leaned on the ropes again. But now the wreck was stuck firm once more.

Hipparuuuuuuuu

Karma, he had told himself without pain, pitying the priest for his misbegotten fanaticism.

Ah so desu Naga said, impressed. When he explained to the other officers, they also were filled with admiration and Blackthorne's own vassals were puffed with implied importance.

Since that dawn on the beach with Toranaga, Mariko's letter in his hands, the cannon discovered so soon afterward, there had not been enough hours in the day. He had drawn beginning plans and made and remade lists and changed plans and very carefully offered up lists of men and materials needed, not wanting any mistakes. And after the day, he worked at the dictionary long into the night to learn the new words he would need to tell the craftsmen what he wanted, to find out what they had already and could do already. Many times, in desperation, he had wanted to ask the priest to help but he knew there was no help there now, that their enmity was inexorably fixed.

More pull today?

Again the samurai strained against the hold of the sand and the sea, then a chant sprang up and they tugged in unison. The wreck shifted a fraction and they redoubled their efforts, then it jerked loose and they sprawled in the sand. They picked themselves up, laughing, congratulating themselves, and leaned on the ropes again. But now the wreck was stuck firm once more.

Ah, gomen nasai, Naga-san. With signs and pictures in the sand he explained, damning his lack of words, how to make a raft and tie it to the spines at low tide; then the next high tide would float the wreck and they could pull it ashore and beach it. At the next low tide it would be easy to manage because they would have laid rollers for it to rest on.

Since that dawn on the beach with Toranaga, Mariko's letter in his hands, the cannon discovered so soon afterward, there had not been enough hours in the day. He had drawn beginning plans and made and remade lists and changed plans and very carefully offered up lists of men and materials needed, not wanting any mistakes. And after the day, he worked at the dictionary long into the night to learn the new words he would need to tell the craftsmen what he wanted, to find out what they had already and could do already. Many times, in desperation, he had wanted to ask the priest to help but he knew there was no help there now, that their enmity was inexorably fixed.

And to you, Captain-Pilot. I'm leaving this morning. I just wanted to talk a moment. Do you mind?

Ah so desu Naga said, impressed. When he explained to the other officers, they also were filled with admiration and Blackthorne's own vassals were puffed with implied importance.

Karma, he had told himself without pain, pitying the priest for his misbegotten fanaticism.

No, no thank- Blackthorne stopped and shaded his eyes. Father Alvito was standing on a dune, watching them.

Now it was silent on the beach and Blackthorne knew all were waiting to see what would happen. He was furious with himself, for an order was an order and involuntarily he had given a death sentence that was not merited this time. He thought a moment. Toranaga-sama's orders, all men learn swim. Neh? All my vassals swim within thirty days. Better swim in thirty days. You, in water - get first lesson now.

The ronin-samurai quailed and rolled his eyes. So sorry, Sire, I can't swim.

What are you going to do, try to float the hulk?

Dozo? Naga said, puzzled.

I'll have to buoy it, then the tide'll do the work and lift it, he said aloud in English.

No, thank you, Naga-san, Blackthorne said. All finish here today. Please excuse me a moment. He went to get his clothes and swords but his men brought them to him quickly. Unhurriedly, he dressed and stuck his swords in his sash.

The ronin-samurai quailed and rolled his eyes. So sorry, Sire, I can't swim.

No, no thank- Blackthorne stopped and shaded his eyes. Father Alvito was standing on a dune, watching them.

Hipparuuuuuuuu

I'll have to buoy it, then the tide'll do the work and lift it, he said aloud in English.

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