'Long story,' Austin said, with a shake of his head. 'How's my friend?'
'Looks like the bleeding has stopped. We'll give him first aid when we get back on board.'
Music from Razov's yacht drifted across the water. Austin hoped Kaela and Lombardo were all right. He saw no sign of the chase boats and their gun-happy crews, but instinct and experience told him they hadn't gone far.
'Did anyone see the powerboats that were following us?'
'Just a glimpse. They were right on your tail, but when you got into trouble, they disappeared. We couldn't figure out why they didn't stop to help. Don't know where they went. We were busy launching the captain's gig and didn't pay much attention.'
'Lucky you were here. It would have been a long swim back to land.'
'I'll say. Normally we wouldn't be out here this late. The Constitution does one turnaround cruise a year, on the Fourth of July. We were taking the ship out on a midnight cruise. Got the master gun team, so we can fire a twenty-one-gun salute. The governor and the mayor got the okay from the Navy Department for us to do a nighttime sail-by. What happened? We saw you zipping it along, but then your boat seemed to vanish from under you.'
Austin saw no point in beating around the bush. 'We were leaving the party yacht. Those boats you saw shot us out of the water and killed our helmsman.'
He stared at Austin as if he suspected his sanity. 'We didn't hear any gunfire.'
“They had silencers on their guns.'
'Come to think of it, we saw flashes of light that could have come from guns. We thought they were camera strobe lights. Who were those guys? Whoops,' he said, not waiting for an answer. 'Going to have to excuse me for a minute.'
Slade steered them around behind the Constitution under the white eagle and ship's name emblazoned on the stem. He maneuvered the boat under the davits that projected overhead like extended wooden arms. The rowers lifted the oars out of their locks and stood them in a vertical position, then attached the lines hanging down from the davits and winched themselves up to deck level.
With help from the deck crew, Petrov was extricated from the boat. The Russian had revived and was able to walk with the help of a sailor on either side. Someone made a mattress of life jackets so he wouldn't have to lie on the hard wooden deck. Another crewman gave Austin a coat to replace his dripping jacket.
Slade took his hat off and tucked it under his arm. He was a dark-haired young man in his twenties, a couple of inches taller than Austin's six feet one. With his chiseled features and ramrod posture, he could have posed for a navy recruiting poster.
'Welcome to Old Ironsides, the oldest commissioned warship in the world, still manned by an active-duty U.S. Navy crew.' The pride in his voice was obvious.
' 'Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high,' ' Austin said, quoting the first line of the Oliver Wendell Holmes poem, 'Old Ironsides,' that had inspired the nation to save the ship from destruction.
Slade grinned and quoted the second line, ' 'And many an eye has danced to see that banner in the sky…' Sounds as if you know your naval history, sir.'
'I know the ship fought the Barbary pirates and gave the British a major headache during the War of 1812. That she was undefeated in battle. And during the fight with the British frigate H.M.S Guerriere, cannonballs bounced off her sides as if they were made of iron.' His eyes fondly swept the two-hundred-four-foot length of the frigate, taking in the long bowsprit, We expansive spar deck with the neat rows of cannon and the two-hundred- twenty-foot-tall main-mast. 'Hope I look half as good when I'm her age.'
'Thank you. We take great pride in keeping her ship-shape. She was built not far from here, launched in 1797. Actually, her sides were made of live oak from the south-eastern U.S. Her hull is twenty-five inches thick at the waterline. Paul Revere did the copperwork and made the ship's bell. Don't mean to give you the guide routine,' he apologized, 'but we're awfully proud of the lady.' His face grew serious. 'Instead of giving you a history lesson, I should call the Coast Guard and let them know we've got an injured man on board.' Slade patted the pockets of his coat and frowned. 'Damn. My cell phone must have fallen out when I got in the gig. I've got a walkie-talkie we use to keep in touch with the tugboat when we're being pushed or towed. I'll ask the crew to relay a message to the Coast Guard.'
While Slade retrieved his handheld radio, Austin went over to where Petrov was stretched out on the deck. Someone had covered him with a section of sail. A crewman was keeping watch.
Austin knelt by Petrov's side. 'How are you feeling, tovarich?'
Petrov groaned. 'I have a splitting headache, as you would expect after having a bullet bounce off a comer of my skull. Why is it that every time I get too close to you, I get blown up or shot up?'
'Just lucky, I guess. Razovmust have taken something I said the wrong way. Sorry that you lost your man.'
'I am, too. He wasn't a bad sort for a Ukrainian. He was aware he was in a dangerous business, though. His family will be well-compensated.'
Austin told Petrov to take it easy, then he rose and walked to the thick wooden bulwark, the chin-high raised side that enclosed the uppermost deck. While he was scanning the harbor, Slade returned.
'Mission accomplished,' he said. 'The tug crew will notify the Coast Guard and the police harbor patrol. They'll ask them to send some EMTs over to take care of your friend. How's he doing?'
'He'll live. A half an inch lower and he would have lost some brain power.'
'Is he with NUMA, too?'
'He's a Russian trade representative from Siberian Pest Control.'
Slade gave him that funny look again. 'What's he doing in Boston Harbor?'
'Looking for Siberian pests,' Austin said.
Slade noticed Austin peering back toward where the tugboat was nudged up against the stern of the ship.
'The tug pushed us away from the wharf,' Slade explained. 'We were getting ready to raise sail after they got us into the outer harbor. We're supposed to do a run for the television cameras, then rendezvous with the tug and get a ride back to the navy yard.'
Austin was only half listening. He squinted into the darkness at the snarl of boat motors. The sound grew louder. Then he saw firefly points of light made by muzzle flashes.
Traveling in a line, three fast powerboats materialized and raced toward the stern of the sailing vessel. Then came the snap and whine of rounds ricocheting off the tugboat. Sparks exploded where the bullets struck the steel hull. The tugboat crew got over its surprise at being fired upon. With a roar of its engines, the tugboat went into reverse and headed off at full throttle. The boats circled the slower craft, riddling the wooden pilothouse with bullets. The tug slowed, traveled a few hundred feet before it stopped completely.
Austin clenched his fists in anger, helpless to prevent the cowardly attack on the innocent tugboat. He asked Slade to call the tug on his walkie-talkie. After several attempts, the sailor gave up. , 'It's no use,' he said. 'Damn, why'd they attack those guys?'
'They know the tug was our only propulsion.'
Although the boats were out of sight at the edge of darkness, Austin could hear their idling motors. Then he saw the gun flashes, followed by what sounded like a hundred woodpeckers attacking the ship. Slade tried to lean over the bulwark to check out the noise. Austin pulled him down on the deck.
'Jeez, those idiots are shooting at us!' Slade yelled. 'Don't they know this is a national treasure?'
'We'll be fine,' Austin said. 'Old lronsides stopped cannonballs. A little automatic gunfire isn't going to sink her.'
'I'm not worried about that. I don't want my crew hurt.'
Austin had been listening with one ear to the gunfire. 'They've stopped shooting. Tell your men to keep their heads down and wait for orders.' Austin realized Slade was in command. 'I'm sorry. Those are suggestions. This is your command.'
'Thanks,' Slade said. 'Your suggestions are well taken. Don't worry, I won't fall apart. I was a Marine before they gave me this duty. I'm only here because I hurt my knee in an accident.'
Austin studied the young man's face and saw no fear, only determination.
'Okay, here's my take on that strafing run. They wanted to drive off the tug so we'd be dead in the water. They know they can't sink us. My guess is that they'll try to board us.'
Slade tucked his chin in. 'That's unacceptable. No enemy has ever come aboard the Constitution except for
