The King`s Commission

flinders!'

Pluton, if that was her as they surmised, passed down that long mile-and-a-half line, being taken under fire in order. And a cable behind her came a second ship, and a third, and a fourth, all taking the same terrible drubbing. Like sheep to the slaughter, the entire French line-of-battle followed that dreadful course, shooting high as was their usual practice, but doing little damage to ships at anchor, who couldn't have cared less whether their rigging was cut up. The British followed their usual practice as well, aiming 'twixt wind and water to punch star-shaped holes into the hulls and gun decks, to kill men and make the wood splinters fly, scything down crews and dismounting guns.

Desperate's crew was jeering as the lead French man o'war turned away and staggered back toward the south, her masts sprung and rolling, and her hull ripped apart by high velocity iron.

'Now damme,' Alan relished over the din, 'this is more like it!'

Desperate went about and worked her way to leeward, past the bend of the British line, for a better view of the proceedings, loafing along under reduced sail, away from the predictable thumping that the rest of the French fleet was suffering, to see what would transpire as they bore away. Which was nothing threatening, as they could see after half an hour. The French were making no more attempt to do anything offensive.

'What do you think of Admiral Hood now, Mister Lewrie?' Railsford asked him, cocking one eyebrow in mirth.

'Well, sir, after The Chesapeake, I thought he was the biggest poltroon in uniform, but he's showing well today,' Alan answered.

'If he'd been in charge then, we'd have never swung away. We'd have been in that anchorage among the Frogs, and cut them to pieces. Or we'd have winkled them out of their anchorage as we did yesterday, and put up such a wall of gunfire de Grasse would have shattered his fleet trying to reenter.'

'And gobbled up their damned army, 'stead of them gobbling up ours, sir,' Alan concluded with a wolfish expression.

'Not that we could have really won against the Americans, even after such a victory.'

'Indeed, sir?' he said politely, thinking, Mine arse on a bandbox!

'Too few men, too big a country, too much hatred by then. Even if we could have bagged Washington and Rochambeau on the march down from New York, there'd be another Washington come out of the backwoods with another army.' Railsford shrugged. 'But, we still come out of this Rebellion with Canada. And the important thing now is to beat the Frogs and Dagoes until they scream for mercy, so we'll not have any more of these coalition wars for the rest of the century, if we do it proper.'

'De Grasse isn't as good as we touted him to be, is he, Mister Railsford?' Alan asked, feeling as though there had been an exorcism.

'We gave him victory in The Chesapeake. He couldn't help but show well there. To my mind, he's an over-rated clown when up against the sort of admiral we have here today,' Railsford opined. 'Lord North's cousin, Graves, was a clown, appointed by petticoat influence. Hood is not, and pray God we get him back in the Leewards, neither is Rodney.'

'The captain once told me something similar, sir, about getting Hood and Rodney together, and sweeping the seas.'

'I'd love to see that. Would you?'

'Aye, sir, I would,' Alan said, realizing that it was so, half-pleased by the prospect, and half-startled that he cared anything more for the Navy than getting out of it with a whole skin.

'Well now, if you were this de Grasse bugger, what would you be thinking of about this time?' Railsford asked by way of instruction.

'Well, sir, I'm French, so I'd go below and have me a good sulk. Maybe boot hell out of my servants for starters.' Alan chuckled. 'Some good fortifying brandy. Then, I'd come back up and split my fleet. Half to attack the ships en potence, half to beat up past our line as far as Brimstone Hill. It'd take hours, but one could make east-nor'east. Then tack and fall back down on the anchorage. Hood would have to shift the van ships closest the shore to counter. If he did, I'd fight both halves of my fleet for a cross-fire, with us in the center.'

Lieutenant Railsford studied him closely for a long moment, lips parted as though about to sneer, and Alan felt a total fool. Railsford had been an ally in the early days after he had come aboard Desperate, an ally even after Treghues had turned on him. From Railsford he had learned much more than he ever had from Treghues' teaching sessions, for Treghues was more fond of his own voice and opinions than in imparting anything worthwhile to his charges. What improvements in his behavior and in his nautical lore he had learned for Railsford's sake, and now he had most likely revealed himself a complete, incompetent idiot. Alan blushed and looked away with a shy grimace to show that he was not to be taken totally seriously.

'God be thanked you wear our King's coat and not that of their slack-jawed monarch,' Railsford finally commented. 'Should this bastard try that, he'd have the Leeward Islands Squadron on a plate.'

Fuck me, Alan exulted to himself, have I said something clever?

'Indeed, sir?' he asked with as much false humility as he could muster at short notice.

'I shall say some serious prayers for anyone foolish enough to cross your hawse should you ever hoist your broad pendant, Lewrie,' Lieutenant Railsford went on. 'You think on a grand scale.'

'For such a lowly, sir,' Alan stuck in, the humility now in full ooze. When called upon, and if given warning enough to be on his best behavior, he knew he could toady and suck up with the best.

'That won't last, not if you watch your helm,' Railsford told him with a grin. 'Are you considering continuing your naval career?'

'Well, sir, it may not be up to me.' Alan sighed. 'If we beat de Grasse bad enough today, the war may be over soon. There was talk about a Peace Commission to parley with the Rebels, some guff about a meeting with all the belligerents to call it off soon. And what use is one more lowly midshipman out of thousands, when nine-tenths of the Navy would be laid up in-ordinary?'

There, I said that right well. Not my bloody fault if they dump me, is it? he thought. Why just blurt out I'd rather be whoring around Seven Dials than put up with another day of this misery and deprivation? Come to think on it, either one's just as dangerous.

'What's left, Mister Lewrie?' Railsford asked with a wry expression. 'Trade? Not exactly the ton for a young man raised as a gentleman like yourself. Clerking for someone? You're too honest for Parliament and too much a rogue for holy orders. Stick with what you do best, and believe it or not, young sir, what you do best is the Navy.'

'Well, thankee kindly, Mister Railsford, sir,' Alan replied, glad to be complimented, and blushing a bit, genuinely this time.

'Enough praise for the devil today.' Railsford sobered. 'Else I shall expect your head to swell and burst.'

'Aye aye, sir.'

'Deck thar,' came a leather-lunged shout from the lookout aloft. 'They'm be comin' h'agin!'

'Now we shall see if de Grasse has discovered something new to try on us,' Railsford snapped, turning back to the rail. 'And I hope he does not commune with the same creative muse as you, Mister Lewrie.'

Once more, after reeling off to the sou'west in a long curve, the French came back, their alignment and spacing in line-ahead perfect as they could make it.

'Headed directly for us,' Treghues commented nearby as everyone crowded the larboard bulwarks of the quarterdeck. 'Their turn-away took them down to leeward and beating back to try the line again did not work. They shall assay their luck against the ships en potence this time.'

'What if they could get a slant of wind around the rear of this shorter line, sir?' Railsford asked. 'The Trades are still out of the sou'east. Three points more would flank our dispositions.'

'Mister Railsford, I would much admire if you do lay Desperate as close to the wind as you may and bring her to on the opposite tack,' Treghues said, standing slim, elegant and foursquare with his ornate personal telescope to his eye.

'A 6th Rate to impede the path of a 2nd or 3rd Rate, sir?' Railsford asked, aghast that anyone could even