The pre-War maps and navigational charts of the waters around Boston indicated the presence of a number of islands of varying sizes. Neither the
Bernard C. Webber's sensors nor the robots' could verify most of them; some were significantly larger than the maps indicated, others smaller or not even present any longer. How an island might disappear entirely over two hundred years Ellen did not like to think about.
There was one, though-
"The maps say this island was pretty big before the War," she said, tapping the map in front of her once before looking up at the blot on the horizon. "Livesey?"
"Yes, Madam?" asked the blue-and-white Mr. Handy.
"Am I reading this right? Did this Spectacle place have a navigable harbor?"
"It did indeed, Madam," said Livesey. "I believe I have more than enough fuel to venture in that direction far enough to verify its depth myself, if that's what you're asking."
"Please do," said Ellen. The Handy saluted with its snakelike sawblade arm and flared its thrusters, scooting away over the waves. Ellen shuddered and deliberately turned away.
"You're not the only one looking forward to being on solid ground," observed Knight Kang. He was perched on the edge of one of the boat's crew seats, examining another chart altogether- the best approximate map they had of the mainland Boston region. "I've had just about enough of the water to last me the rest of my life. If we have to evacuate to the Capital, I say we grab whatever we can carry and just walk back. Let the robots handle this thing without us."
"Oh, but sir," came Ervin's tinny voice from the direction of the helm, "we could
never manage such a journey without human leadership-"
"He was joking, Ervin," Ellen called back. "Nobody's going anywhere without the rest of everybody. If I had to be miserable for five hundred miles in one direction, we all have to be miserable for five hundred more."
Kang rolled his eyes, but nevertheless murmured, "Yes, Paladin."
A crackle of static came from the boat's radio.
"Madam," said Livesey's voice, weirdly dimmed by ongoing radio interference,
"I believe the water approaching the island is deep enough for our ship to make port, and then some.""Oh, good-"
"However," the Handy continued,
"I really must urge extreme care in navigating this channel. I've observed the wreckage of at least one cargo vessel already. And may I suggest the ship's guns be manned as soon as possible? There appears to be a mirelurk presence of considerable size along the southernmost stretch of shoreline."Ellen gestured hurriedly towards the stairs. "Kang, get the others on deck," she said. Turning to the radio she said, "How considerable, Livesey?"
"It does appear to be a breeding colony, Madam," said the Handy.
"Of... more than one species, if I'm not mistaken.""... more than one- Livesey, pull back at once," Ellen said. "Your systems are vulnerable to sonic attack and I'm not about to lose a good robot to mirelurk kings."
"Yes, Madam. It's not just kings, Madam," said Livesey.
"I- I really do believe you ought to have a look for yourself. My powers of description aren't what they ought to be."Uh-oh, Ellen thought. "Conklin!" she said aloud as the Knight emerged from belowdecks. "I need binoculars and I need them now."
"Right here, Paladin," said Conklin, and handed the instruments over.
Livesey, Ellen saw, had taken up a position over the end of a half-submerged boat some distance off the island's southeastern shore. The Handy's flamethrower arm pointed towards a spit of land jutting out into the water, on which there were not only the sort of mirelurks any Capital Wasteland surface dweller might have to face, but also- "Good Lord," Ellen said, "is that a mirelurk
tongue monster?"
It certainly had the general body plan of one-
a long, low, heavy body parallel to the ground, with a forward-facing torso jutting upwards and at least two long wriggly elements poking out of the area near the top. And it had legs enough to hold it up, but the similarities ended there. For one thing, tongue monsters had only the four legs, and they each ended in hands. The things Ellen saw scrambling around on the beach had what looked like eight each. The Capital's tongue monsters had no arms, either, whereas the things on the beach had huge heavy claws like a scorpion's sticking forward from their lower torsos. And the tongue monsters' tongues, all three of them, protruded from the mouths of otherwise human-looking heads; this thing had nothing remotely recognizable as such. The wriggly bits might have been antennae rather than tongues if they hadn't come out of the center of the forward-facing part, and if they hadn't had two hooked, segmented arm-like bits just below them. The thing's eyes were only recognizable as such because they resembled the eyes of a bloatfly writ very large indeed.
Ellen lowered the binoculars carefully and passed them to Scribe Pabodie, who had come up behind her. "I have no idea what I'm looking at," she said.
"Neither do I," said the blonde, red-robed woman after a moment's observation. "It looks...
sort of like a mirelurk? But it- whoa!"
"What whoa?"
Pabodie shook her head rapidly. "Sorry, Paladin," she said. "They spit, apparently. At each other, if nothing else."
"Well, that's not a surprise. So do tongue monsters."
"Centaurs don't have natural body armor," said Pabodie. "These things do. I suggest you look into landing further up the shoreline. I don't think coming ashore anywhere near those creatures is safe."
"Probably not," said Elle, "but unless we can find deep enough water we're a little stuck... Livesey? Can I get a count of how many of these things are out there?"
"Ah- Madam, I'm afraid there's been- get back, you filthy-"Unceremoniously, Ellen grabbed the binoculars away from Scribe Pabodie. Livesey was backed up against what must have been the wrecked boat's radio antenna, facing down a pair of
weirdly finny mirelurk kings. As the Handy opened the valves on its flamethrower arm she called out, "I want those things targeted! Take out the kings and any other lurks that enter the field of fire!"
"What do-" Pabodie began. Ellen all but tossed the binoculars at her.
"Keep an eye out for incoming. I have shooting to do."
Bernard C. Webber had been equipped with a number of automatic ballistic weapons in its day, and the crew in Philly had brought them up to full function, but the Knights were manning them already. That was all right. Even with the deck moving under her like some kind of a bad joke Ellen could brace herself against the rails well enough to line up a shot with her Gauss rifle. Livesey had successfully set one of the kings on fire, but the other one's gilled neck was flaring, a sure sign of imminent sonic blast-
( Aim for the body and you'll hit something, if you're lucky. Aim for the heart and you'll hit the body; aim for the eye and you'll hit the head. Aim for the pupil and you'll hit the eye... )
The thing screamed, and pawed at the air, and fell over backwards spewing the weirdly blue stuff that passed for blood among its kind.
"Thank you, Madam! Ho, there's more of this lot incoming!"Sure enough the splash of the fallen king, and the thrashing of the burning one as it tried and failed to leap at Livesey, was drawing attention. The hump-like waves that marked a mirelurk shell just below the water's surface were converging rapidly on the half-sunken boat. A particularly large bluish 'lurk lunged out of the water, crashing against the remains of the hull. "Livesey!" Ellen called out. "Get back here at once! We'll cover you!"
"Yes, Madam-"It all happened at once, as Ellen watched through the binoculars. The Handy spun its arm assembly about, spewing flames in an arc as the 'lurks fell back. The big blue 'lurk crashed against the sunken boat again, shaking the hull badly. The radio tower or mast or
whatever it was that Livesey had been backed against sagged with the impact.
Livesey's sawblade arm jammed into the sagging mast. The Handy pulled it free. Something that looked like a large switch came with it.
And the water erupted in a fountain of foam and rage as
more mirelurk than anyone knew even EXISTED broke the surface.