Blaggut walked along, searching for any logs that had been washed up on the
shore. He needed it for the new boat he was building, a fishing boat for a
nice shrew family. His search had been successful, he carried three small
logs in his arms, but he had been hoping for a nice big one instead. The
sun was slowly sinking in the horizon, in a display of orange, yellow,
pink, and purple. The colors reflected on the sparkling blue ocean. Blaggut
stopped to watch it, it was a very beautiful thing to behold, a sunset.
Then he looked lower, into the gently rolling waves and spotted something.
He couldn't make it out clearly, it was too far out, but it was dark and
floating. Blaggut dropped his logs and began wadding into the water. Maybe
it was the big log he needed. Blaggut wasn't the best swimmer, but he could
manage better than others. Being a searat for most of his life and getting
thrown overboard whether it be by a fierce storm or in one of his Captain's
tantrums, he had learnt quite well.
He doggy-paddled over to the thing being rocked about by the waves. The
waves seemed to be taunting him, every time he reached to grab it, the
waves pulled it out farther. Finally he lunged for it and dropped it in
surprise. He had grabbed a paw. He rushed to grab it again before the waves
got to it. He seized the arm of its clothes and pulled it towards him.
'Good lordy!' It was a rat. A female searat, to be more precise. He could
tell by the tattered tunic, the belt with a cutlass shoved through it and
the worn sea boots, also by the various tattoos up her arms and the many
piercings on her ears. She had a nasty bruise of her forehead, a bleeding
lip, a black eye, one ear had been ripped and a deep and long slash across
A wave crashed over them. The waves seemed to be getting rougher as if the
sea had suddenly became angry. Rain started to splatter down. Wind whipped
across Blaggut's face. From all his experiences at sea, he knew the one
thing, this could mean. Gripping both of the unconscious rat's arms, he
began pulling her to shore, fighting against the building waves. He reached
the shore and dragged her over the sand. The rain was starting to pour down
now. Blaggut picked the rat up in his arms and leaving the logs, after
several unsuccessful attempts to carry both of them, made his way towards
the cove and the safety of his wood cabin.
Rain and wind battered away at the door and windows. Blaggut had left the
rat on his bed, she was still breathing but barely. But she would survive,
he had a gut feeling she would, searats were tough by nature. Except for
himself, he was a big softie, but he wasn't a searat any more. She just
needed rest to regain her strength. Blaggut left her and went to his
workshop but since he had no wood, he couldn't do anything more to the
boat. He considered going back out to get them but looking out the window
into the raging storm, he quickly thought against it. So he sat at his
workbench, staring out the window, waiting for it to clear. But after
watching the raindrops racing each other down the glass, he soon fell fast
Blaggut dreamt of many strange things, the dibbuns, Mousebabe and Furrtil,
whom he missed so dearly. They had grown so much now. The Abbey with it's
kind creatures and delicious vittles. He sat in the sun watching Mousebabe
and Furrtil ferry the other Redwall dibbuns across the pond in the boats
that he, himself, had built for them. Then the dream suddenly turned into a
nightmare. He watched helplessly as his former Captain Slipp plunged the
knife into the poor bagermum, Mellus's heart. Hearing the dibbun's screams
as she fell to the ground. Then the fearsome figure of the black shadow
rose out of the darkness. Wielding the same knife, Slipp had used to kill
Mellus, the Black Shadow stabbed Blaggut through the chest. Blaggut fell to
the ground next to Mellus, his life slipping slowly away and as his final
scream joined the one's of his dibbuns, the ugly face of Slipp loomed over
him, his terrible laughed echoing in Blaggut's ears.
Blaggut screamed as he woke. Followed by a loud bump on the floor. Blaggut
looked around wildly and turning around he saw the searat and the chair he
had been sitting on, laying on the floor at his feet. Blaggut noticed that
he was standing, he had sent the chair flying as he had stood up. It had
knocked the rat over. The rat had the cutlass in her paw, so it was quite
obvious what she had been trying to do and it came as no surprise to
Blaggut. She kicked the chair away and rose, her bright green eyes blazing.
Blaggut held his paws,
'Now, now, Missy, calm yerself, I bring ye no 'arm.' He gave her a lopsided
grin. She brought her cutlass up, scowling,
'Who the hell are yer?' She snarled. 'Where am I?'
'Me name is Blaggut an' this tis my 'umble 'ome.' Blaggut told her, still
smiling but his eyes set warily on her cutlass. 'What's yer own name,
'Yer in no position to ask questions.' She snapped, 'An' it's none o' yer
'I ain't armed yer know. I don' wan' ter hurt yer. I saved yer from yon
storm an' sea, you woulda been if it weren't fer me. So can I at least know
yer name?' Blaggut said, his tone stronger but still friendly. But his
words were met with a cutlass at his throat,
'I can take care o' meself ye hear?' She growled, 'An' maybe it woulda been
better if yer'd left me fer dead anyways.' Her tone grew softer and a look
of sadness replaced the contempt and hatred on her face.
Before he ever had time to stop himself, Blaggut found himself yelling,
' 'Ow could ye say that! Life tis a bootiful thing, it tis. Aye, beautiful
an' precious, an' it shouldn't be thrown away!'
The cutlass point pressed into his neck and Blaggut winced as he felt a
sharp pain as the cutlass cut slowly into his flesh. The rat was came up so
close to his face, he could feel warm breath as she spoke,
'I have me reasons!' Her voice rising again, but it was sounded strained
somehow. 'Yer don' know, ow it tis. Yew 'ave no idea!' Blaggut was shocked
to see tears forming in her eyes, she quickly wiped them away on her sleeve
but she couldn't stop from flowing. She began shaking and her lips
trembled. She closed her eyes tight as if it would make the tears stop.
Blaggut carefully pushed the cutlass tip aside and gently prized it from
her grip. He placed it on the workbench amongst his tools.
'Now, now. Stop yer blubberin'. Everything tis all right. Let uncle Blaggut
take care o' yer.' He took out a handkerchief and gave it to her. She wiped
her eyes and blew her nose. Her face emerged with bloodshot eyes and
shining wet fur. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes. Blaggut took her paw and
lead her back to the bedroom, relieved that didn't protest. He put her back
in his bed where she almost instantly fell asleep. Blaggut sat on the end
on the bed, staying with her while she slept.
The rat woke up to the sound of Blaggut's loud snores. She crawled out of
the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over the side.
She stared out the window as the first rays of light streamed through. She
got up and tiptoed over the window. Looking out at the white sand beach and
the crystal blue waters. For the first time in ages, she was glad to be
alive. She smiled slightly.
'Did yer sleep well?' Blaggut's voice startled her.
'Yes.' She said, rather gruffly.
'I told yer yew, yer jus' needed some rest.' Blaggut told her as he heaved
himself, the bed creaking under his weight. 'I suppose yer hungry then?' He
squinted at her, blinking furiously before rubbing his eyes and yawning.
She nodded curtly, she was in fact starving. 'I'll go catch us some fish
then.' Blaggut declared and after running a paw through his unkempt headfur
and pulling on his boots, left the room to fetch his fishing spear.
The rat sat, sunning her on a rock, watching Blaggut fish in the stream.
She was eating some berries from a bush nearby. The forest beyond the beach
had a great source of vittles with a lot of fruit trees growing there.
Blaggut was rather good at fishing and had caught enough for a large meal
but he thought he would more just in case, the rat was all skin and bones.
She was eating berries with such gusto, Blaggut thought she might choke. He
finished fishing and they took the fish back to the cabin. While he
prepared the fish, the rat went to forage for firewood and came with an
armful of sticks.
She was a strange one, Blaggut thought as he cooked the fish over the fire.
She sat on the beach, looking at the endless ocean as if looking for
something. Blaggut shook his head at her, maybe it had something to do with
the reason she had gotten so upset the night before. He was determined to
'Yer still 'aven't tol' me yer name yet.' He said as they sat down to a
meal of fish and fruit. The rat looked at him as she tore into her fish,
her eyes becoming distant and lost.
'I don' 'member. I took a hit on tha noggin an' I can' recall it.'
'Wha' do yer remember, then?' Blaggut asked, taking a bite into an apple.
'I was a searat. Me father was a...' The rat bit her lip and patted her
skull in an effort to remember, 'A first mate... no a Cap'n! Yea that's it!
Cap'n! He was a Cap'n! He was killed... Twas a mutiny! I don't 'member
nothing else except me getting hit on tha 'ead and it goin' all dark. Next
thing I knows I'm 'ere.' She finished sadly.
'Yer don' remember anythin' else?'
'No!' She cried, frustratedly, 'That's it!' An awkward silence followed her
angry outburst as they continued to eat.
'I know what we kin do!' Blaggut suddenly shouted, his face lighting up.
'What do yer mean?' She growled, still a bit cross with him.
'I knows 'ow yer kin get yer memory back.'
'Ow?' She asked, her anger fading away and hope coming forth.
'There's a place I knows. They 'elp beasts. Tis called Redwall Abbey. They
might 'ave a way to 'elp yer remember.'
'Ow could they?'
'The leader mouse there, 'e once told me 'bout a mouse that'd lost 'er
memory. They 'elped her get it back wid some kind o' medicine.'
'They'd 'elp a beast like me?' She asked, her face falling a bit. 'I am a
searat after all.'
'It don' matter ter them if yer a good creature. An' ye are.' Blaggut
grinned. 'I was jus' 'bout to go up there an' give me dibbuns a visit.
'Dribbles?' She asked.
'Dibbuns.' He corrected. 'There me best liddle mateys.' He grin grew wider
at the prospect of seeing his two little pals again. 'Yer'll lurve 'em.'
'When can we leave then?' She said excitedly, grabbing his paw. Her eyes
were shining brightly. Blaggut flinched for her strong grip was crushing
his paw but it didn't affect his good mood.
'Tomorrow morn.' He replied, 'We 'ave to pack vittles fer the trip.'
'Yes, yes.' She couldn't seem to sit still, but it was a relief when she
released his paw. 'Yer know yer can't keep calling me 'yer'. I need a
name.' She said, changing the subject as she forced herself to calm down
and try to sit still. Blaggut scratched his head,
'I ain't much good wid names. What do yer want to be called?' She screwed
her face up in concentration then her eyes fell on her half-eaten fish on
the ground. She brushed the sand off and chewed. Then she had a bright
'Fish!' She cried. 'I likes fish.'
'Fish?' Blaggut repeated, confused.
'That kin be me name. Fish!' She laughed, spraying fish everywhere.
'Yeah, bless yer 'eart, that suits yer fine. Fish.' Blaggut said, shaking
his head fondly at her. 'Fish.'