In Search of a Key

Our boat was slowly coming up on the docks of the beam tower island.

I materialized my wings and flew over the remaining expanse of water, landing on top of a metal building with decorative blue lights on the sides. This was a docking station, meant for more complicated crafts than our simple passenger one. Funny enough, it wasn’t made by my ancestors, despite being in the style of and so close to one of our structures.

We didn’t need boats since we could fly.

The humans must have conveniently built this here for their own boats, trying to emulate the same design we Exceed used. It was close, but no cigar. To get a little nitpicky with it, this wasn’t made of a ferronium alloy, and it looked like there were a lot of 0.0002 millimeter manufacturing errors all over it. Still not bad for human ingenuity, but could be better.

One thing that did impress me was that the dock had an archaic computer system controlling it. With a series of wireless signals, I was able to unlock the docking station's doors and let our boat get inside.

From there, we all exited the building and found ourselves on a beach. When we looked up, the beam tower took up a good portion of the sky. It was mountain sized compared to everything around it.

An old path ran along the sandy shore, we followed it into a forest. If all went well, it would lead us right up to the front door of the tower.

The trees here were a mix of tropical and evergreens found in Esma. Several of them were actually fruit bearing trees, just like the ones back at the seaport.

"Birds probably carry seeds all the way over here," Marek commented, almost hitting his head on a dangling piece of ripe fruit.

"Well, if we get stranded here, we won't go hungry doing a sitcom," Indena said. “Five stranded passengers, a snake and a dumb witch using nature to simulate modern luxury. Marek's Island, we'll call it.” She waved her hand as if visualizing an idea out of thin air. “OId man can be skipper. Marek can be his bumbling first mate.”

“Can Yamin play a movie star named Cinnamon?” I asked.

“Is it because of my hair color?” Yamin brushed her cinnamon colored hair.

“Yeah.” Indena nodded her head. “Yamin’s got that natural movie star beauty, but zero of the charm.”

"Wha…” Yamin’s face turned red. “We-well, the boat ride was under three hours, you know," Yamin added with a nervous snicker, trying to change the subject. “We have one good omen going for us, at least.”

One good omen might not have balanced out all the bad, because the storm clouds brewing above us weren’t giving me good vibes. I had a feeling some nasty forces were at work here.

At the end of the path, we found the entrance to the tower.

"Let’s get this door open," Uncle said, activating the holo-panel on the right of the door. "What? Access denied?"

Here we go again...

I tried interfacing with the controls after him, but even with my hacking ability, I couldn't bypass this.

"The door isn't opening, Uncle. Do you think the pirates hacked it shut?"

Mella pressed her hands against the door's surface, the skin of her fingers glowing blue.

A giant, red translucent lock appeared out of thin air, pressing closely to the big door.

"This mechanism is under a powerful magical lock,” Mella revealed. “It cannot be opened without an enchanted key.

There was magic that could lock down daddy's technology? I'd have figured there'd be fail-safes to prevent that.

According to Uncle, there should have been. Whoever did this had clearance to the computer systems they shouldn’t have. That reminded me of what happened last year in the mana tower. I hope the AI computer here isn't going crazy like back then.

But how could someone get clearance in the first place? Those pirates weren’t very smart, so it couldn't have been them.

“Oi, witch, got anything in that hat of yours that could help us here? We gotta get this door open.”

“No, fire mage.” She shook her head. “My skill may be great, but magical locks such as these are far too complicated to be opened by me. We’ll have to find the key.”

If the pirates were presumably getting in and out, they must have had something that let them through.

“Uncle, maybe we can get it from the pirates?”

Yamin had a suggestion to throw in. “Is it possible that the boat that sank would have a key?”

Nobody was sure if that boat was even real or not. Since these pirates were like ghosts, it was possible the boat just disappeared in the ocean after being destroyed. But Mella was sure they’d need some sort of physical charm or object to get past this door, so at least that would have been tangible.

“So, how are we gonna search for this key?” Indena asked.

I don’t think anyone was paying much attention to where we sank their ship. The best idea I had was to swim around and look for it underwater.

Marek raised his hand. “I’m a good swimmer. I can look for it, no?”

Uncle shook his head. “You wouldn’t last that deep underwater. We’d need some sort of sonar to detect a sunken craft.”

Lucky us, because I actually had a sonar. I unlocked the ability not long ago courtesy of Samael finding me a crystal heart with the download on it.

Uncle was a little surprised I hadn’t told him that yet. But to be honest, it really wasn’t a high priority thing till now. Since I had it, he figured it would be worth a shot to hunt down the possible wreckage.

The only real issue was that I’d never used it, so we’d need to experiment a little once we were back on the water.

~☆☆☆~

I was sitting on the edge of the boat, keeping my feet off the open back edge as we drove across the water. We had to go slow so the sonar would work properly, and that I wouldn’t fall off.

With my feet in the water, the sonar was collecting data on the seafloor, which was over 100 meters down. It was working great. By the time we reached the approximate location where the boat sank, we were about half an hour in.

“Let me know if you detect anything,” Uncle reminded me.

“Okay, Uncle.” I nodded.

This was boring, because all we had to do was drive the boat slowly and wait for me to detect something significant under water.

“Hey, Uncle? After this, can we go to the arcade?” I asked.

“We need to get to Verrenville. Then we have to find your father. We probably won’t have free time for a while.”

“What about ice cream?” I started kicking my feet around in the water, but I realized that was interfering with the sonar, so I stopped.

“We’ll see.”

“Get the Shrimp some ice cream, Old Man.” Indena huffed out as she boredly gazed off into the horizon. “Look at all the work she’s been doing.”

Yeah! Keep it up, Indena! She’s definitely on my side.

“Did she not just get some from Yamin?” Uncle mumbled with a sigh. “Alright. After we stop these pirates, we’ll get you some treats as a reward.”

Incentives were always the perfect way to motivate me! So now I made sure to really focus on finding that boat.

Everyone got really quiet all of a sudden. We could hear the ocean water swash behind us as the boat bowed through the tides.

“Mella,” Marek broke the silence, “is it true you’re really a witch?”

“Idiot,” Indena scolded. “Look at her.”

“Hold on…” Marek pleaded. “Look at Yalda, for instance. She looks human, no? But she is very much different from us. It’s just, I’d heard witches were supposed to be cackling hags who want nothing but chaos.”

Mella definitely wasn’t a hag. She was actually kinda pretty, but she needed to comb her hair. It literally had twigs sticking out of it.

“I understand your quarry,” she took interest in Marek’s question. “Some witches are very haggish looking…but I come from an order known as the Nine Mana Sisters, led by our mother, Baba Yaga.”

She explained that the goal of her and her sisters was to keep the “Natural World” in balance. They didn’t want everything plunged into chaos, but rather kept safe for the future of all life.

“Are you, like, thousands of years old?” Indena asked.

“In the years of a Milcron bird, I am one hundred and eighty years old.” She smirked.

"Damn!" Indena remarked, swearing again. "You're old as hell!"

Uncle chimed in with a translation to Mella’s statement. “One year for us is ten years for the Milcron bird. So what you are saying is that you are eighteen in human years.”

Mella nodded. “That’s correct.”

The other witches, according to her, varied greatly in age. Her youngest sister was the same age as me. Her name was Euterpe.

“Oh great,” Indena uttered. “There’s a little one of you running around too?”

“Euterpe is nothing like me. She has a personality that's similar to the Little One here. Very excitable. Extremely expressive.”

“So, she’s a normal kid,” Yamin snickered. “Maybe you two could make friends?”

I wouldn’t mind being friends with a witch. I mean, Mella kinda’ already tread that fine line of friend or foe.

“If the Little One enjoys music, they’ll get along just fine. Euterpe very much loves creating music.”

Music? I liked music a lot! I mean, who didn’t? But singing was a lot of fun. We did a Karaoke party before we left Urnan, and that was great. So Euterpe and me’d probably make great friends.

-Notice : Wreckage Detected!-

“Oh! Guys! Guys! I think I found the sunken ship!”

From the info my sonar was giving me, it seemed right, I think. It was a shipwreck for sure.

“How do we get down there?” Yamin asked.

“Marek, you can swim, right?” Indena slapped him on the back real hard.

“He’ll need gills if he wants to go that far down,” Uncle said.

“Oi, witch, got any ideas for sendin’ the blue man down there?” Indena commented.

“D-do I even have a say in this anymore?” Marek shrugged with a sappy face.

Mella had something in mind that might have worked. She waved her finger in a circle around Marek and a bubble of air expanded around his head. It looked kinda like a jellyfish hat or something.

Wait, it ‘was’ a jellyfish! A weird one though. It had blue, swirly magic symbols all over its skin.

“This will allow him to breathe under the sea,” She claimed.

“Wait, am I actually doing this?” Marek started looking a lot more nervous.

“You’re the idiot who touted how great of a swimmer you are. So yeah, get your butt in the water and get that key.”

Indena made it sound like this was a punishment…I wonder if anyone else here could swim? Uncle could for sure, and I could too. Samael could, but I don’t think that counted.

“Young Mistress, look toward the water and activate your high beam lights.”

-Eye spotlights active! High Beam lights set to : ON-

My eyes lit up like car headlights with their brights on. I’d blind anyone if I looked at them now.

“The ocean floor will be dark. The Young Mistress will accompany you down there, Marek.”

Marek let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to go alone, so having me there was going to help ease the burden.

Alright, I guess I had to get into the water. I’ll be swimming with the fishes! Not like being dead, but actually swimming with them. N-never mind. That was a bad joke.

Anyways, I took off my battle dress and pirate hat so it wouldn’t weigh me down. I also asked Uncle to keep an eye on Samael, but it seemed like Samael wanted to hang out on Yamin’s head already.

“Ahh!” Yamin screamed. “Snake on my head! Eeeeh! Get him off!”

She tried to fight him, but Samael was very persistent.

“Eeehhh!”

“Hmmm…” Mella stared at them with a furrowed brow.

Uncle was watching Yamin and Samael closely to make sure they wouldn’t throw each other off the side of the boat. While that happened, Marek and I got ready to dive into the water.

“This is the last time I suggest to be useful,” Marek jokingly grumbled to me, taking off his coat. “Now we have to go swimming in the ocean.”

“Why did you suggest swimming in the first place if you didn’t want to?” I asked.

“Because I was hoping you’d all be impressed with my willingness, then come up with a different plan that was less dangerous.” He said that with this dopey smile.

No wonder fate was punishing him with this, he was trying to be nice so he could be lazy. He really was a politician!

Once we were both set to take a dive, the rest of the group wished us luck.

“Ready, Marek?” I took his hand as we stood on the edge of the boat.

“Uhg…?” He looked at me with the most terrified expression I’d ever seen. “I suppose...”

Maybe he needed to see that this was safe. So rather than expect him to jump right in, I let go of his hand and dove in myself!

*SPLASH!*

I swam back up immediately with a smile on my face. My arms were brushing across the surface of the water, and my feet were kicking under it. That held me steady nicely.

“Come on in! The water’s fine!”

“Is it really?” He spoke, sheepishly.

I nodded. “Yup!”

"Oh mon Dieu… pourquoi moi?" he lamented.

Then he closed his eyes and jumped right in!

*SPLASH!*

I was worried for a split second that he wouldn’t come back up, but he swam topside on his own.

“Oh, welcome back, my navy days," he said.

So he did work in the navy! I knew it! He didn't sound too proud of it though. Wait, how old was he that he had a military career? He didn't look much older than Yamin.

“Good luck you two!” Yamin blew us a kiss and waved. “Please be safe!”

Everyone was looking at us as we were about to go under, then Uncle had some parting words.

“If you run into any danger, configure your sonar to sonic wave mode. It will scare away any threats.”

This thing had a sonic mode? Wonder if I could use it to propel myself really fast.

“Got it!” I gave him a thumbs up, then nodded to Marek. “Let’s do this!”

“...scare away threats…oh boy…” Marek let out a disheartened sigh.

I was the first to dip under. I didn’t need to breathe, so going underwater was easy.

Oh shoot! Wait, how was I going to communicate with Marek? I came back up to the surface and Marek followed me.

“Uncle, how can I talk with Marek while under the water?”

Uncle pulled out a little earphone piece from his pocket and tossed it to Marek.

“That short range comm should allow you to communicate.”

Marek dipped his hand into the jellyfish bubble and placed the earbud piece into his right ear. If I was correct, that should allow me to communicate with him wirelessly through radio.

“Testing…testing…one two!”

I didn’t speak through my mouth, I sent a radio signal directly to his earbud.

“I can read you. This is very weird to hear you speak without moving your mouth.”

As long as he could hear me, that was all that mattered.

Once again, we both dove under the water, and our challenge to get the key from the boat was on!