Six Imperial Marines were on Walker, under Jenks’s personal command. All the ’Cat Marines had remained on New Scotland either recu- perating from wounds or preparing for the campaign against New Ireland. Jenks, the Bosun, the Marines-and Chief Gunner’s Mate Paul Stites and his BAR-crossed to the “prize” in the rebuilt motor whaleboat. The Bosun was coxswain. Shortly after they went aboard the vessel-her lines similar to most employed by the Company for long-distance cargo transport, and little different from the Indiamen that inspired her-the whaleboat returned with Jenks, the Bosun, and two other men. Matt was waiting with a security detail when they climbed the metal rungs on the hull just aft of the amidships deckhouse.
A portly, dark-haired man sporting an “Imperial” mustache was first aboard, eagerly saluting Walker ’s flag and everyone he saw. Matt suppressed a chuckle, imagining the warning Jenks or Gray must have given. The man goggled at the Lemurians and was clearly astonished to see the aircraft that had frightened him so being lifted to the deck, aft of the searchlight tower. Another, younger officer followed him, with similar behavior, and Jenks brought up the rear. The Bosun exchanged places with “Boats” Bashear, a ’Cat signalman, and the short-tailed Gunner’s Mate Faal-Pel (Stumpy), who hopped down in the boat with a Thompson before Bashear advanced the throttle and steered the boat back toward the “prize.”
“I’m Captain Halowell,” gushed the portly man. “Honorable New Britain Company Ship, Pompey. I know Commodore Jenks by reputation, and he told me to expect a Captain Reddy. Are you he?”
“I am,” Matt replied.
Halowell was practically wringing his hands. “Honestly, Captain, you gave us quite a fright. I still don’t know whether to be distressed or relieved by his detention!”
Matt wondered what it was about the situation that would cause relief, but he forged ahead with the first- agreed-protocol regarding just this possibility. “I’m sorry to distress you further, but I believe Commodore Jenks has a formality to attend to.”
Jenks nodded and stepped forward, removing a folded page from a pocket of his weskit. “Captain Halowell, I’m pleased to inform you that the Company you served has been disbanded for its role in a murderous, treasonous plot against the Empire. You and your officers will face an inquiry, at which your logs will be opened and examined to ensure you played no part.” He glanced at the list. “The ship Pompey is now the property of a consortium of loyal stockholders who’ve formed the ‘New Wales Freight and Transportation Company,’ but she has also been commissioned for an indefinite period as an auxiliary to the Imperial Navy.”
The man was nodding in what seemed a wholly agreeable fashion. “Splendid,” he said. “Damn the Company and good riddance, say I. There’s a warden aboard Pompey, sirs, a most disagreeable scoundrel! Do hang him, I beg, or drag him through the sea for the monsters to sample!”
“If he deserves it, he’ll surely be hanged,” Jenks assured. He paused, glancing at Matt. “Judging by your… cargo, you’ve recently come from the Dominion. What’s the situation there? I should inform you that a state of war now exists between us.”
“‘Cargo’?” interrupted Matt. He looked at the Bosun, just reachhe deck.
“Broads, Skipper,” Gray confirmed. “Like we figured. Swarms o’ dark-skinned dolls packed in like Norway minnows.”
“War?” declared Halowell, insensitive to the exchange. “Thank God! Then you know?”
“Know what?”
“Why, the cause for my relief!” Halowell paused, seeing their expressions. “I see… or rather I don’t. I know not what sparked the war at home, but I assure you war has commenced already upon those dark, eastern shores!” He shuddered. “We were down the coast from Acapoolco at the usual place…” He looked about curiously, again taken aback by the gathering ’Cats, then specifically addressed Jenks. “As you know, Commodore, the ‘trade’ has been officially illicit for some time as far as the Doms were concerned. They’d rather cut the bleeding hearts from the poor wenches than sell them to us now! But commerce as usual hasn’t been much discouraged beyond the provincial capital. A veritable harbor city has arisen at Puerto Marco, where women bring us their own daughters to spare them the stone knives of that twisted faith. Stone knives, for the love of God!” The man paused, his horror obvious. “In the event, we were anchored with several other Company vessels, our cargo already shipped, awaiting only the tide. During the night, Doms-thousands of’em!-attacked every other ship and slaughtered all aboard. Only the whim of chance had Pompey moored the farthest out. Perhaps the fiends assigned to us became disoriented in the gloom and attacked another ship…” He began blinking rapidly. “It was horrific, sirs, the screams… You could tell by those that they even murdered the ‘cargo.’ ” He shook his head. “There was nothing we could do. We cut our cables and bore away as quickly as we could. Some galleys gave chase, but we caught a favorable wind that proved our salvation.”
“Can you imagine why they’d do such a thing?” Jenks asked. Dominion atrocities didn’t surprise him, not anymore, but there had to be a reason.
“Indeed, sir. From the time we entered Puerto Marco, we heard rumors of mighty fleets and large armies. There were no warships in port, save the galleys, but you can’t keep a secret like that. Our suppliers hinted, the victuallers warned, even the ‘cargo’ had heard things… and there was a distinct shortage of labor, particularly young men, to be had. We knew something was stirring, the other captains and I. That was why we had already determined to depart before our holds were quite full and travel in company. Alas, too late.”
“Lucky,” grunted the Bosun.
“For us,” Halowell granted.
“Did you gain any notion where these fleets were bound?” Jenks asked.
“The rumors were of the normal sort; nothing definitive. But enough agreed on a few destinations: the Enchanted Isles garrison is perhaps the most probable, since it lies the closest and the Doms have always claimed the islands. Considering the treachery at home you spoke of, I now give greater credibility to the very heart of the Empire as a possibility. Certainly the colonies on the northern continent are at risk. Those three were mentioned most and strike me as most likely, particularly having heard your news.”
“We expect an attempt on the colonies,” Jenks confirmed. “That’s why we hurry there.”
Halowell looked around. “This one ship? Granted, she’s a wondrous thing, with amazing speed, but…”
“This one ship, if she’s all we have,” Matt said. He looked around at the staring faces of his crew, his people, furry or not. “By the way, Captain Halowell, this ‘cargo’ you speak of, these women. I expect they’re ‘indentured’ to the Company, as usual?”
“Aye,” answered Halowell, sensing something in Matt’s tone.
“Then I must inform you that ‘trade’ of that sort has been stopped, by Imperial decree, and any such ‘cargos’ now in transit are considered contraband and subject to seizure. Pending a final ruling by His Majesty, the Governor-Emperor of the New Britain Isles, regarding the legal status of the people constituting said cargoes, the indentures of every human being aboard Pompey now belong to USS Walker and the United States Navy. How many do you have?”
“Ah… just under two hundred, sir.” Halowell groaned, suddenly realizing the personal loss this meeting involved, namely his percentage.
“From this point until you reach the Allied, United States Navy docks in Scapa Flow, those people are no longer ‘cargo,’ but passengers. They’ll be afforded every courtesy and fed and watered in proportion to anyone else on your ship to the extent of the crew going on half rations themselves, if necessary. Do I make myself clear?”
Halowell looked at Jenks and saw an equally severe expression. He gulped. “Aye, Captain Reddy. Most clear.”
“Good. Now, I believe we’ve all hung around here as long as we should. Commodore?”
Jenks smiled. “Captain Halowell, I have the honor of issuing you a temporary commission in His Majesty’s Navy, incidentally placing you under the jurisdiction of the Articles of War. Congratulations. I presume the commission will be upheld following your inquiry provided you make no effort to ‘lose’ or alter your logs. The judges understand the position Company masters have been in, and they’ve been surprisingly lenient in most matters. Besides, the Navy needs the ships and experienced captains. Now, considering the possibility you’re behind a major enemy fleet, I suggest you make as much sail as you consider safe, sail southwest for several days, then attempt a record passage.” He started to turn, dismissing the two former Company officers, but stopped. “You might arrest your ‘warden’ and anyone else you suspect of being a Company informer, but don’t hang them yourself. Let the court sort it out.”
Later, back on Walker ’s bridge with Pompey rapidly diminishing astern, Jenks chuckled. “I don’t remember your discussing the disposition of ‘contraband’ with His Majesty.”
