"Nothing," Cale said. "It's time to return to Faerun."
Magadon said, "Are you . .. able?"
Cale nodded. The energies of the Plane of Shadow had restored his energy quickly.
"Not nearly soon enough," Evrel said, and did not make eye contact with Cale.
"Ready your crew," Cale said to him.
In moments, Cale drew the darkness around the ship once more. When the pitch engulfed Demon Binder, Cale again pictured Traitor's Isle, seized the ship in his grasp, and moved it through the planes. The effort did not tire him this time; his power had grown.
He let the darkness fade away to reveal the sheer, rocky sides of Traitor's Isle. Demon Binder floated in the waters a bowshot away from the island's cliffs.
A satisfied murmur sounded from the crew. Even Jak and Magadon sighed with relief.
"Look there," one of the sailors said, and pointed toward the sky.
Above the midmast whirled a black maelstrom, a portal that Cale had left open between the Prime Plane and the Plane of Shadow. It hung in the air above the mast, an empty hole in the sky. Red dots began to appear within it.
The shadows were gathering.
Cale could feel their anticipation. He had but to call them forth.
"What are you doing, Cale?" Jak asked, and Cale heard the alarm in his voice.
"I am using the weapons at hand," Cale said. "I'm sending the entire swarm of shadows after the slaadi."
He knew the creatures would catch the slaadi's ship. They flew as quickly as arrows.
"What? What are you saying? The crew, Cale," Jak said.
Cale whirled on Jak. "What about them, Jak? They're in league with the slaadi, aren't they?" Jak did not quail before Cale's anger. "Maybe, but maybe not. They might just be a hired ship. And no one deserves to die like that, Cale." Jak pointed up at the gathering shadows.
"Dead is dead, little man," Cale said, and held up his arms to call forth the shadows.
Jak's hand closed on his cloak. "No, Cale. It's not. Listen to me. You don't see it, but I do. This is how he's trying to bring you in all the way. He sets you up to seek revenge and gives you a method, his method, to achieve it. But that doesn't have to be your method. I've said it to you before." He shook Cale's cloak. "Cale, I've said it to you before-keep yourself. Keep yourself."
Jak's words tweaked Cale's conscience. He stared up at the shadows, looked at his hands, at the eyes of the crew, the eyes of his friends. The horror on their faces brought him back to himself.
What was he thinking?
"Take off the mask, Cale," Jak said. "Take it off."
Cale nodded and removed his mask. He saw it then, saw it the way Jak saw it. Mask kept feeding him power a little at a time, just when he needed it so much that he would use it. That was how Mask hoped to win his soul, control him.
Cale would not allow it. He shook his head.
"No," he murmured to the shadows.
He knelt down, turned, and looked Jak in the eye. "I hear your words, Jak. We do it our way. With our methods."
Jak smiled, thumped him on the shoulder.
Cale stood and with an effort of will caused the portal to the shadow plane to close. The shadows wailed as the portal squeezed shut. The moment it did, a wave of fatigue nearly brought Cale to his knees. He leaned on Jak, who grunted under his weight but kept him upright.
"Are you all right, Erevis?" Magadon asked, helping Jak bear him.
Cale nodded. He took a deep breath and stood on his own feet.
"Mags, look through Riven's eyes, try to determine which way they're heading." He hurried to the back of the forecastle and shouted down to Evrel, "Captain, get this ship ready to move as fast as it can."
The captain overcame whatever wonder he felt at Cale's feat, nodded, and started barking orders. Within moments, Demon Binder raised anchor and lowered her sails. Evrel's crew even raised the topsails.
"Mags?" Cale asked.
The rosy halo around Magadon's head faded and he opened his eyes.
"Due west," he said to Cale.
"Due west," Cale shouted down to Evrel, who relayed it to Ashin.
Demon Binder was soon underway.
An hour later, Jak and Cale stood at the prow, staring ahead at empty sea. There was no sign of the slaadi's ship. Cale turned and looked behind them. Traitor's Isle was lost to the darkness.
"Not fast enough," he muttered.
"Let's remedy that," Jak said. The little man removed his holy symbol from his belt pouch and spoke the words to a spell. Cale recognized it as the spell with which the little man previously had summoned the water elemental.
When he spoke the final word, Jak leaned out over the prow and waited. In moments, two watery pillars as tall as Cale rose from the sea, keeping perfect pace with the speed of the ship.
Jak ordered them, "Help speed the ship and your service will be short."
The elementals swayed in response, offered susurrous replies, and vanished below the waves.
Moments later, the ship noticeably gained speed.
"Well done," Cale said.
Jak nodded, cast the spell again, and again. By the time he was done, half a dozen water elementals had hold of Demon Binder's hull and were driving her through the sea.
Evrel and the crew could not stop grinning.
"We could catch a gull on the wing at this pace," the captain shouted to Cale and Jak.
Cale did not smile. He wanted only to catch two slaadi and an assassin, and he wanted to catch them his way.