Khan's Legacy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1Soufriere St Lucia

Present Day

The gentle breeze rustling the sails did little to cool the heat of the day as Guy Tresanton carefully navigated his yacht, Hidalgo, between rocky outcrops under the Twin Pitons on the south-western coast of St Lucia. He, his business partner Rose Ling, and their clients, an Australian couple, had been sailing around the more southerly Caribbean. After visiting twelve of the thirty Grenadine Islands in the past ten days, and fished for marlin and swordfish, they had steadily made their way back north. The return voyage had been exhilarating but he was glad to be heading home.

They made an unlikely looking team. Guy was just over six feet tall and had a mop of unruly sandy hair that obscured his wind-bronzed features. Rose, a petit Chinese girl, was shorter, much younger, and had long black hair secured at the nape of her neck with a crimson silk scarf. Having given up the rat-race to establish his own business here, Guy was determined to make a success of their venture. Rose came from a different background. Before meeting Guy, she had intended to be a detective but had become involved with him in a maelstrom of tumultuous events that had almost killed them. Despite these obvious differences, they had a wide range of skills that complimented each other perfectly, and contributed towards the progress of a moderately successful charter business. The company now owned two yachts, the Hidalgo and a smaller vessel currently undergoing engine repairs, called Yellow Dragon.

They had been drawn together initially after discovering their fathers were in the same field of psychiatry. Subsequent events served to bind them even closer. It was a comforting first for Guy to have a female friend without the spectre of s*x and relationships becoming involved. They had gradually melded into an easy-going partnership that led, over time, into them using affectionate nick-names. Rose called him Bear and he called her Viper. There wasn’t much Guy couldn’t share with his partner, instinctively trusting her vision and instincts, whilst Rose saw Guy as a rock in an increasingly fraught world. Their partnership also enabled them to fight a common enemy.

Six months had passed since their exhausting battle with a ruthless Chinese criminal named Zheng Wan, known to both friends and enemies as The Teacher. They had survived numerous brushes with death during a struggle with him for possession of a priceless Artefact called Drake’s Shield. It was a conflict they had lost. His success meant he was now in possession of two of the four priceless Artefacts they both sought; the Columbus Cross and Drake’s Shield. In addition he had earlier captured the iconic Sword of Islam, originally discovered by the English explorer William Dampier. Supported by a network of devoted followers and meticulous in his planning, he was always two steps ahead of them and well on his way to gaining the remaining Artefacts and thereby succeeding in his ambitions.

Though he never understood how it was possible, Guy found he was often able to access The Teacher’s innermost thoughts; the information told him what the man was planning. Zheng Wan knew of the connection and regarded it as intolerable; it made Guy a marked man who must be destroyed. Guy and Rose had increasingly become exposed to The Teacher’s growing strength and, following their frustrated efforts to secure Drake’s Drum, had gratefully taken a sabbatical, glad of the time to recover from their bitter disappointment. They had their own lives to lead and this was what Guy really enjoyed, detached from the world’s problems with only nature to contend with in the shape of wind and sea, and of course the occasional mechanical breakdown.

There were other problems. The Teacher was now President of the Elders; an organisation set up centuries before by the explorer Zheng He and dedicated to overseeing and guiding human affairs. From this powerful position, he fully intended to further his own ends by using their power and influence. The Members had recently realised his real motives and were beginning to fight back, but their retaliation had been compromised by a painful schism that had ruptured their unity and threatened to destroy them. The second problem was more personal. The fathers of both Guy and Rose were in the power of Zheng so anything they did needed to take that into account. A further worry was the mysterious disappearance of their policeman friend, Brian Montcalm, known to everyone as ‘Monty’, the Chief Inspector of Police in Bermuda.

The Hidalgo, a Southerly 135RS, forty-five feet long and custom-built, had been totally refitted after incurring significant damage in previous exchanges with The Teacher, and now sailed like a dream. Guy was already looking forward to the next charter even though he knew he would never escape his enemy’s attention that was like an itch that wouldn’t go away. He relaxed in an easy chair on the deck basking in the warmth of the sun and waiting for their guests to appear.

The itch returned with a vengeance from the most unlikely quarter, Rose. She emerged onto the deck wearing her standard uniform, torn denim shorts with a rumpled red tee shirt and crimson silk scarf in her hair. Her face wore a worried frown as she strode towards him. “Guy, we can’t hide forever, our fathers need us,” she said, the frown deepening. He was somewhat taken aback by her opening remark and wasn’t so sure. “Don’t you think they’re safer if we aren’t visible; you know how The Teacher reacts when he sees me? Besides someone would have contacted us from the Elders if we were needed, that was the deal.”

“You’re kidding yourself; you know our fathers are likely to be deep inside The Teacher’s organisation. We have to find them… and besides what of Monty.”

“He too told us to disappear. We said a year, Rose, it’s been only eight months and if we get involved again it may make things worse. Our fathers must have The Teacher’s trust to have survived this long, that is if they’ve survived at all. For all we know they could be dead.”

“I can’t believe you are saying that. Has the sea air gone to your head? We must do something,” she said crossly.

“Do what, exactly, Viper?”

“Don’t call me that it makes me even madder. We know his base is in Vietnam. We should strike there, catch him by surprise; he’ll never expect it.” Guy shook his head. “Even if we could find his headquarters, which I very much doubt; we’d be dead before we got within a hundred miles of it. Besides we only have it on second-hand information that he is based there. The Elders insist we maintain a low profile after Aruba, until they judge the time’s right. They haven’t let us down before. I had a personal message from Emerald, she was very insistent that we should keep away.”

“Yes well, she isn’t personally involved,” replied Rose with feeling, “for all we know she could be working for the damned Teacher.”

“Rubbish, she’s done a lot for us Rose; you know that, she is also a link to The Whistler.”

“You still believe that such a person exists?” replied Rose incredulously. “That’s never made sense to me, why does he only whistle to you and not actually talk? If he’s gone to the huge trouble of finding you, then why doesn’t he give you detailed advice rather than just whistling at you for God’s sake?”

“Rose, I’ve told you before, I don’t know, but I do know what I hear. I sense it during the night, you know that. I know it sounds crazy but I’ve heard it a number of times, the whistle cadences wake me and there’s no one there. It always delivers a warning. I just know the sounds exist. God! You’re in a feisty mood today Viper, how about an early morning swim to cool off?” His suggestion was swept aside, she waved her hand in the air and her face became more animated. “And you are being impossible,” she retorted. “We can’t go on hiding like this after all we have put into the fight. Can’t you see that, or has this lazy environment got to you? People’s lives are at risk and it’s too serious to believe in whistlers or ghosts who choose not to make themselves known to you.” She was becoming ever more agitated and Guy again tried to calm her down. He took hold of her hand and drew her closer to him. “The risks are huge if he is a spy in The Teacher’s circle,” he said quietly. “We wouldn’t want to lose his help, would we? I think we should wait a little longer.”

“Very well, so assuming that is the case, why aren’t the Elders helping us more directly?” asked Rose, her chin held high in a challenging attitude.

“Jade, the Chair, can’t be seen to be taking sides, The Teacher is their President so she has to appear neutral. Perhaps that’s why they utilize The Whistler. Maybe he’s unable to speak, a mute, perhaps. I do know that on La Gomera there is an ancient tradition of Silbo which is men communicating over vast distances through networks of whistlers. They say whistling carries much farther than the human voice.” Rose was unimpressed. “So you think this is their way of communicating with us in this high tech age?” Guy pulled a face and looked defensive. “Sometimes the old ways are the most effective. I am quite sure he will let me know if there’s a problem.”

“So we just sit here doing nothing until something happens? For God’s sake, Guy, we’ve both lost track of our fathers, your mother has vanished too and you just sit there as if nothing can be done. Well I’m sorry but it’s not in my nature to do that. I accept I should have told you earlier but I’ve already taken some action.”

Guy sat bolt upright, suddenly alarmed. “What!” She met his gaze calmly. “I made some enquiries last month when we stopped off in St Lucia,” she told him. “I met with Aunt Beatrice and Blackie.”

“I didn’t know you’d been to see Blackie, you should have told me; he might know where my mother has gone.”

“I doubt it, they hate each other’s guts, I know I should have told you but it was only a brief visit when you were busy refurbishing the Hidalgo. They’re both pretty senile now so you wouldn’t have enjoyed it anyway, and I know you don’t like my aunt.”

“So what was the old battleaxe’s advice?” Guy asked.

“To try and find out more about my father by talking to The Teacher’s people; they might give something away.” Guy shook his head and gripped her hand harder. “I can’t believe you did all this without talking to me, Rose, we’re supposed to be a team, remember?”

“You didn’t want to talk about it, so Beatrice advised me to call them.”

“I bet she did, who did you contact?”

“I made the call and before I knew it I was speaking to Sabine. When I realised it was her I hung up pretty fast.” Guy leaped to his feet, all thoughts of comfortably sunbathing gone from his mind; now he was worried, really worried. “You did what?” he snapped. “We promised Jade that we’d make contact only through the Elders. You must know that Sabine is The Teacher’s most ruthless killer. What the hell did you tell her? ”

“Only that I want to know where my father is.” Rose was beginning to share his concern.

“For God’s sake, Rose, it’s a wonder we haven’t had The Teacher’s hordes after us here already; she will almost certainly have tracked down your location.”

“I told you I hung up.” Rose protested weakly.

“It doesn’t matter; you’ve put us in great danger.” Guy began to pace the deck, concentrating on what might happen as a result of Rose’s action. She still seemed unaware of the possibilities.

“Perhaps but it’s better than just waiting for others to suffer; we have to do something,” she said defiantly.

“I care as much as you do; only I’m trying to be sensible,” snapped Guy. Rose turned away and stormed below, dismissing Guy and his comments with a toss of her head. Women! He would never understand them. It was so unlike Rose to do this; she was normally so stable and sensible.

As Rose vanished below deck, Duncan, a large ruddy faced man, came through the hatch and made his way across to the stern rail where Guy was gazing thoughtfully at the horizon.

“Bit of trouble with the domestics, mate?” he grinned, “She seemed a bit upset.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Guy replied; but he wished the man hadn’t witnessed his spat with Rose. He strode across the deck, dropped into the swivel chair in front of the control panel and pressed the button to start the engine. After raising both anchors, he carefully edged Hidalgo into the south eastern shoreline, an uninhabited area of cliffs fringed by rainforest. “I was going to ask if the two of us could go ashore today, I need some female-free time if you know what I mean… and I’d guess you do too,” said Duncan taking a drink of water. “The forest over there looks interesting.”

“Well, you’re the client; we could go fishing, there’s fresh water fish.” Guy said. Suddenly he realised that what Duncan had said was true, he did need a change of scene and company.

“Are the fish good there?” asked Duncan, his weather-beaten features accentuated by the sun’s heat and his considerable stomach flowing over his shorts. “Good enough,” replied Guy, “up there on the hillside there’s a fast flowing stream.” He pointed with his right index finger. “I was chased by a mad Spaniard along its ridge last year, hell of an experience. I saw the river then. I’ll move closer inshore and re-anchor.”

“Male bonding time, sounds good and looks like you need some space,” smiled Duncan. “Freshwater fish it is. Ailsa’s a bit off colour today so she’ll be happy to stay aboard and read.” Rose had locked herself in her room; Guy wished they hadn’t argued; they so seldom fell out. It constituted a strong defence when encountering constant threats to their very existence. He cursed silently and resolved to make it up immediately on their return. He’d been naive to think he could get away from it all for a year. Rose had taught him before, you had to stand up and be counted; you can’t always just run.

“Right, let’s go now then,” he said brusquely.

Though he regretted arguing with Rose, he was still angry she could have put them all in danger. He could see the need to push things along, as Rose had so forcibly pointed out, but it had been a grave mistake to make that call two weeks ago; there was no telling what could have happened since. He was surprised they hadn’t had a visit already. Deep within him he knew it was time to re-enter the fray and just recently had begun to think more and more about Lorna, the only surviving daughter of the evil Stig Oleson. She had left him to work in her father’s old base up in the Arctic Circle with her step-mother Diane. He couldn’t understand why she had gone; they had been lovers and for a short time she had been the girl of his dreams, dreams that were tinged with sadness. His previous girlfriend had been Lorna’s sister, Leila, who had died in tragic circumstances at the hands of The Teacher’s men. Perhaps Lorna hadn’t been able to live with that and left rather than tell him the brutal truth. Either way he needed to find out. The obstreperous Aussie and his shrewish wife, Alisa, would be gone tomorrow and they would be free to make plans to re-engage on their terms before The Teacher found them. His day-dream was shattered by a loud call from Duncan. “C’mon mate, don’t hang about, it’s our last day, let’s make it a good ‘un.”

“We will,” Guy assured him. He had long since tired of the Aussie’s strong but shallow opinions formed by a weak intellect. It was the only downside of the yacht charter business; you didn’t get to choose your customers. They climbed into the dinghy at the stern of Hildago and headed for the shore a couple of hundred yards away.

Duncan stepped out of the dinghy and set off up the beach, his legs wobbling slightly after so long at sea. He turned to Guy and said. “I’ve brought my binoculars; hope there’s something worth seeing.”

“You only need the rods for fish,” mumbled Guy sarcastically as he passed them over.

“What’s the deal with Rose and you?” Duncan asked during a rest they had taken for a breather. Guy had no intention of discussing personal matters with his client.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well… you’re not an item are you?” Duncan gave a suggestive wink.

“That’s none of your business.” The response came so sharply that for a moment Duncan said nothing then he said. “She seems a nice girl; I quite fancy a quiet evening with her.”

“You’re a married man,” Guy reminded him.

“Never stopped me before,” replied Duncan, grinning mischievously.

“She’s off-limits as far as you’re concerned. Don’t go near her or you’ll regret it.” The menace in Guy’s voice was unmistakable, but the Aussie either ignored the threat or failed to note it. “Only wondering if she came with the deal; I’m happy to pay extra if you know what I mean.” He gave a lop-sided grin and a wink to show he was used to doing this sort of deal. Guy felt his temper rising. “I’ll ignore that remark, just this once,” he snapped and strode ahead, wondering why he was getting so defensive about Rose. She could look after herself. Duncan was unrepentant. “Only asked,” he said, “no offence meant, mate.” He waddled up the bank puffing heavily. Guy watched him, he realised that he really didn’t like this man. “Hope you fall and break your damned neck,” he whispered. Rose was right, they had work to do, and this wasn’t it.

They climbed higher into thick, tranquil forest, the sun shining brightly through the trees. Guy scanned the scene, looking for the freshwater stream and at the same time trying to keep the two rods from snagging on the low undergrowth. “It’s nothing like as impressive as Oz, though it does remind me a bit of Danetree. That’s a real tropical jungle, full of snakes,” said Duncan. “It’s a damn sight more dangerous too; we’ve got seven of the eight deadliest snakes in the world for a start.”

“There’s only one deadly snake here and it’s got a fat arse,” murmured Guy to himself. He spotted the stream he had been searching for. “Over there,” he gestured, hoping they would catch something quickly so he could get back to Rose. He cursed as he saw his mobile’s signal had gone so he couldn’t call her. “There’s a narrow gully in the trees ahead, and the fish will be waiting, so keep quiet,” he said softly.

“Right behind you,” whispered Duncan and they crept forward, the big man wheezing heavily.

Guy gently pushed his way through the thick undergrowth and finally emerged into the gully he was looking for. “We’re here,” he said, noticing his mobile now had a signal; he pressed the call button, relieved to hear the familiar dialling noise. He lifted the unit to his ear and as he did so the world exploded around him, blackness enveloped him as he fell headlong forward into a world of nothingness.

He was travelling down a long black tunnel feeling at first absolute peace, then suddenly he felt intense pain as reality returned with a vengeance. What had happened to him? He cursed as he felt a painful throb on the back of his head. He reached up and pushed wet ferns out of his face and looked around him. He had landed on a large boulder at the edge of the stream, just inches from a long drop. He staggered to his feet and saw the sun was sinking beyond the hill to the west. God! He must have been laid there for at least six hours. What the hell had happened and where was Duncan? He felt dried blood on his neck and leaning carefully over the edge of the boulder fell forward into the stream, ducking his head into the freezing cold water. He drank a little and slowly his head cleared though he felt matted blood and a huge bruise under his hairline. He’d fallen some forty feet and could see the large boulder that had stopped him from going right over the edge to certain death. He had to get back to Hidalgo; Duncan, the bastard, had clearly knocked him out with the binoculars and then pushed him over the edge hoping he would be killed. It couldn’t have been anyone else but the Aussie who had planned all this, but for what reason? Rose was in grave danger; that damned call to Sabine had sent Duncan here working for The Teacher.

His head buzzed and ached at the same time. For a while he wandered around the same hills he had traversed a year earlier. He shook his head in despair, his mobile was gone, and so were the fishing rods. He staggered down towards the beach relieved to see Hidalgo in the distance peacefully at anchor exactly where he’d left her. He reached the shore twenty minutes later and cursed, the inflatable dinghy had gone, the cove was deserted. He shouted across to Hidalgo but there was no response. There was nothing else for it; he would have to swim the two hundred yards. Gathering his strength he plunged into the sea, gasping as the cold penetrated his light clothes, and ten minutes later reached the yacht, grateful that the ladder had been left down at the stern. He clambered aboard tired, cold and very worried. The whole thing had been a charade, the charter trip, the whole damned lot and he had played straight into their hands. “Rose where are you?” he yelled.

He ran below looking for any clues, but found nothing. He groaned as he noticed the smashed communications system. They had a second mobile phone for emergencies and to his relief it was still in its hiding place under the navigation table, it was flashing with a text message, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw the familiar name, Monty. Its battery slowly died as he held it, leaving him staring at a blank screen, then ran to Rose’s room hoping to find her mobile. He found it hidden under the mattress on her bunk. The very fact she’d left it meant she was in big trouble. She never went anywhere without it. His stomach lurched as he grabbed it and checked the messages…nothing. He tried to make a call out but the damned thing wasn’t working, he was well and truly alone.

He shivered, he needed a shower to warm him and get rid of the aches and pains of the last hour. As he towelled himself dry he looked around; everything was in perfect order as if nothing had happened, a modern day Marie Celeste apart from Rose’s clothes; they were strewn around haphazardly; she obviously hadn’t gone of her own volition. He sat down heavily and carefully scanned the horizon with binoculars, but saw nothing of interest. Turning on the yacht’s emergency radio, he surfed the shipping channels but nothing had been reported in the area. How the hell had they got away? He examined the decks and found some long marks on the main deck area, a bloody helicopter, he should have realized. He took stock, at least they hadn’t taken Hidalgo and as far as he could tell nothing was missing from the boat and the engine worked; this was more sinister than piracy or stealing.

He mechanically started the engine feeling guilty about Rose, who could be dead now or in Duncan’s clutches. He recalled how the man had talked salaciously about her; he had been a fool. He went over to the bridge to set the direction. As he raised the sails and took a bearing from the old, much treasured brass compass he had restored and spent hours bringing into working order; he saw some words scribbled on the floor. The instrument was his prized possession and underneath it in a false bottom he kept important documents. He bent low to read the words and found a scrawled note in lipstick that made his blood go cold - Teacher.