Part V
Chapter 43
Lloyd Callahan walked out to bridge-wing and looked at the tug on the bow pushing his ship away from the dock; worried with what he saw he got on his radio and called them: "Number two, slow it down or you'll push our stern into the dock!" - then he turned to his First Officer: "Rudder amidships, now."
"Rudder amidships, aye Captain."
Callahan watched his ship drift away from the docks and into the main channel, then the Harbor Pilot pointed to the buoys he wanted Valley Forge to use when entering the main channel...
"Make your course 2-6-5 degrees, all ahead slow."
"265, ahead slow, aye..."
"Damn crowded out here today," Callahan said to no-one in particular, but his mind was still struggling with the morning's surprises. 'Harry - and a fucking Jap? Why, for God's sake?' He was getting angrier as the idea wore away at him, yet he really didn't understand why he was so mad, not after all these years. He'd made sure he buried all his prejudices when he moved to America, but because of his experiences in the war, he still hated everything about both Germany and Japan. He couldn't help it and now he realized his hatred was finally going to have real consequences.
'She saw the venom right away,' he said to himself. He was transparent and she was probably used to seeing his kind of hate smoldering away behind the eyes, yet after just a few minutes of watching her move around his in-port cabin, he'd not even bothered trying to hide his feelings anymore. He'd grown coldly dismissive and callous, and though he could see Harry's growing disappointment he'd simply been unable to stop himself.
'There's going to be a reckoning,' he said as he looked at Osaka for the last time. 'Man, I'm glad I never have to come to this fucking hell-hole ever again...'
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If anything, Fujiko had thought herself impervious to such things, yet the sudden fury she'd seen in Lloyd Callahan's eyes had surprised her. As soon as the old man had understood the implications of the visit, he had flown through the scales - from casually dismissive to increasingly abrasive - in record time, and not just to her. By the time Harry led her away from the captain's in-port cabin his hands were shaking and for a moment she thought she saw tears in his eyes. By the time they had made it back to their cabin, Harry had reasserted control over his emotions, and within minutes he was talking like nothing had happened.
"Let's go up top, maybe get out into the wind," he said, and though a little surprised she had agreed. He held her hand as they walked up two flights of stairs and then out onto the topmost deck - high above the sea. They were still in the inner harbor, the docks not a half-mile in their wake, but already the ship was picking up speed. They walked to the forward rail and looked at the way ahead...
"I'm so sorry, Fujiko," Harry said, pulling her close. "I had no idea." He felt her face through his jacket, felt her nod her head. "I thought I knew him..."
"Our parents often hide their bitter selves from us, Harry. Perhaps to save us from their experience, the things that turned them to hate in the first place. One thing I do not understand? You do not look like him, at all."
"Really? That's what you noticed?"
"Yes. Perhaps because it was a first meeting?"
"Well, that's because it turns out he really wasn't my father."
"What? When did you learn this?"
"Just within the last few months. It came as quite a shock."
"Are you not cold?"
He felt a shiver run through her and took off his jacket, draped it over her shoulders. "Is that better?"
"A little. I suppose I should have brought warmer clothes."
"There's a good Ship's Store onboard. Let's go find you a coat?"
"Not yet, please. I would like to remain up here a while longer."
He pulled her close again, the wind picking up as the ship's speed increased, her obsidian hair beginning to stream behind them. The pilot boat came alongside, then pulled away after the pilot jumped across, and after that the ship's speed began to rapidly increase.
"Would it be possible to tell me the story of your mother and father?" she asked.
"Yes, I think it's time for that conversation."
"Then, just one more thing."
"Yes?"
"You must tell me what happened with that shark."
He chuckled a little. "I wish I knew what happened, Fujiko-san. When it turned on me I just knew my life was over and I saw things, well, actually, I heard music, music my mother wrote..."
"Your mother wrote music? She was a composer?"
He nodded. "Yes, and it turns out quite an important one, too."
"And you? Do you play an instrument?"
He hesitated, wondered what he could tell her without coming off like a barking lunatic: "I play the piano a little..."
"Oh, come off it Harry," the Old Man in the Cape said, now standing next to Fujiko, "you can tell her. In fact, you must tell her."
"Tell me what?" Fujiko said, turning in surprise, suddenly looking at the Old Man. "Who are you?"
"You can see him?" Callahan asked.
"What do you mean, can I see him? He is standing right here!"
"Well, it's just that, well..."
"Harry, no more secrets. It's time to come clean..."
And with that said, the Old Man twirled his cane once and slammed it down on the deck, and rolling thunder filled the air. "You'll excuse me," the Old Man said, "but I have to go now. I get seasick, you see." And with that, the Old Man simply disappeared - again.
Fujiko flinched, rubbed her eyes. "What...where did he go?"
"Ignore him. He's just a cranky old asshole with a really bad sense of humor..."
Lightning split the sky, thunder crashed and echoed across the harbor.
"Sorry," Callahan said. "You're really a very nice ghost, or whatever, and I'm sorry I said that."
Fujiko turned and looked at him, a million questions in her eyes.
"Look," he said, shrugging, "I'm sorry, but it's complicated."
"That man is a ghost?" she replied, trembling.
"You know, I'm still not sure what he is."
"What did he mean? No more secrets?"
Callahan scowled. "We have a lot to talk about, I guess."
"Well, we have fourteen days. Is that enough?"
"That might get us through the first part of the story, assuming I even know what it is. Now, could we go get you a coat, please?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm freezing my ass off..."
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The first line squall hit before the ship made it out of the inner harbor; by nightfall and while still within sight of the coastline, 90-knot gusts rocked the ship and sixty-foot waves slammed into the bow. Very few passengers ventured to the dining room that night, instead preferring to vomit in the comfort of their own staterooms.
Nothing, however, could keep Sam and Frank from those Alaskan King Crab legs, and they convinced Harry and Fujiko to join them. Bouncing off the walls as they made their way down the endless corridor to the dining room, Sam said he enjoyed acting like a pinball while Frank stopped at a bowl and popped two more of the free Dramamine tabs. The ship seemed to hesitate before climbing a really big one, then everyone held on as she took off down the backside.
"What a storm! Feels just like Space Mountain at Disneyland!" Sam said, rubbing his hands together gleefully as he looked over the endless piles of crab legs on the buffet. "Worked up quite an appetite just getting here!"
"I don't know how you can eat right now," Callahan whispered, burping.
"Really? Well, just you watch and I'll show you how."
Fujiko came to the table carrying what she claimed was her favorite food of all time: a cheeseburger and french fries, and a waiter got her a Coke and that was that - she was happy.
"Harry? Could I get you something?" Frank asked. "Some Limburger cheese, perhaps, or some fresh octopus?"
"Keep it up, Frank."
"Harry, there's some really good looking monk-fish liver sushi up there. Sure I can't get you some?"
Callahan burped again and disappeared in the general direction of what he hoped was the nearest bathroom. Fujiko grinned and Bullitt decided she was alright, then she left the table for a moment and returned with a plate for Frank; it was loaded with Limburger cheese and several pieces of monkfish liver.
Frank took off for the bathroom. He was at a dead run when he disappeared from view.
"Frank's always had a lousy sense of humor," Sam said. "He can sure dish it out, but he never could take it. You want some crab legs, Fujiko-san?"
"Yes, please. Perhaps you could go with me and help me pick out a few good pieces?"
"I'd love to, little lady."
By the time they made it back to their table Frank and Harry were sitting there and both looked a sheepish shade of green. The offending plate had been removed just in time, too. They both stared in awe as Fujiko polished off a heaping pile of crab, while Sam finished a second pile. Callahan had some chicken broth; Bullitt had just pushed down a couple of saltine crackers when he looked up, stood up and sprinted for the bathroom - again.
Sam laughed a little while they watched Frank make this last mad dash, then he went up to the buffet for his third pile of crab. He smiled at the janitors who'd just been called to take care of a mess in the starboard head on deck five.
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Harry went up to see Lloyd very early the next morning, and though he had been dreading the coming encounter all night long he knew what he had to do, what had to be said. Lloyd, on the other hand, had been up all night - dealing with the storm and it's after-effects - and his mood was already dark when Harry knocked on the door to his sea-cabin.
"Look, Harry," Lloyd said as Harry walked in, "I've had a bad night. Could we do this later?"
"I don't think so. I need to know what that was all about, and I'm not sure putting it off is the right thing to do."
Lloyd sat at his desk and sighed, held his hands up. "Fine. If that's what you want, Harry, that's what we'll do."
"Do you treat all Japanese and Germans that way, or did you serve up your best shot for Fujiko?"
Lloyd shrugged. "You know what, Harry? As far as I'm concerned they can all go straight to Hell. I don't really care about 'em beyond that."
"Why, why her? What did she ever do to you?"
"She was born."
Harry blinked, shook off the words like he'd been slapped. "What?"
"Tell you what, son, you look in the eyes of your friends while they drown after a U-boat drops a couple of fish into the side of your ship. You do that, boy, alright? Then you come and stand on your soapbox and lecture me about hate. Got it?"
"Let's not talk about hate right now, Lloyd. Let's talk about civility and maybe even common decency..."
"Those went out the door when I saw her holding onto your arm."
Harry nodded. "I see. Tell me one more thing, Lloyd. It's probably the last thing I'll ever ask you, so think before you answer, okay?"
"Okay."
"Did my mother know you were a bigoted racist or did you keep that from her, too?"
"You can leave now, Harry. I mean it, just leave."
"Oh, I'm leaving alright. You can count on that - Dad. I'm gone."
He closed the door gently as he left the cabin then walked up to the sundeck and stepped into the wind. The sky was crystal clear but the sea an unbroken plain of spume-streaked whitecaps, and Fujiko was at the forward rail, leaning into the wind. Cathy and Frank were sitting nearby, huddled up against this unforeseen breaking wave of emotion, and looking at Fujiko like they were standing by for moral support.
He walked over to the railing and put his arm around her again, and she took a deep breath, then looked up at him.
"You weren't gone very long."
He felt Frank and Cathy come up from behind and he nodded. "Turns out there wasn't a whole lot to say."
"It is the war, is it not?" she said. "Too many bad memories?"
"Maybe it's as simple as that, but I doubt it."
"Where'd you leave it?" Frank asked...and when Harry shook his head he knew there was no need for words...it was a done deal.
"Harry? If it's okay with you, I'd like to show Fujiko some of my sketches, see if she has any new ideas before I start on my drawings."
