The King

life easier. Lewrie suspected he'd have to swot up on how to lance boils, issue biscuit and rum, do his own navigation and almost serve as his own bosun. He did get Mr. Hogue, promoted to acting lieutenant, to serve as his first mate, which helped immensely. And Ayscough gave up Hodge and Witty as senior hands, Owen, the quarter- gunner, Hoolahan and some of the lower deck carronade gunners, Murray, the forecastle captain, to serve as bosun, and Cony to come along as cabin-servant/ cox'n/seaman. All in all, he had, including himself, only sixty-five people aboard, thirty of them her original crew. Not exactly inspiring circumstances, but she was a command, and she was all his. And once Ayscough had delivered new paint and bosun's stores to put to rights the neglect she'd suffered, he had to admit that Culverin looked almost saucy.

Fresh red paint inboard, bright blue upper bulwarks and the rest of her hull freshly varnished, and some yellow paint to touch up her transom, beak-head, entry port, quarter-galleries and railings.

And fresh black paint, grease and varnish for her guns. She had once been outfitted with ten six-pounders, in addition to those two monstrous mortars, but they were gone now. They had been replaced with ten twenty-four- pounder carronades, another sign of her recent civilian nature. The carronades were lighter to mount, only took two men per gun to fight them (which required fewer paid hands) and their recoil was lighter. Most merchantmen were switching over to carronades for those reasons, and Captain Dover had swapped the original battery for them in Madras.

Finally, four days after her purchase and refitting, with her new crew sorted out into a semblance of naval discipline, her holds, former magazines and shot-racks crammed with edibles and her mortar wells so crowded with livestock that she resembled the original Ark, they got under way.

Chapter 5

This ain't all claret and cruising,' he sighed to himself on the sixteenth day of passage. Trying to take Culverin north was a thankless chore. With fore-and-aft sails hauled in close, square-sails furled, and flying all her stays'ls and jibs, she would point within 55 degrees of the apparent wind, a whole point of sail higher than a square-rigger. But she made so much leeway! For every two feet gained forward, it seemed she slipped 1 foot sideways.

So for a course of roughly nor'west, she had to make a long board on the starboard tack to make progress, then come about and do a short board on the port tack headed almost due east to correct her drift. If not, they'd have ended up somewhere in the Gulf of Siam!

And, for a vessel with such a wide beam compared to her hull length, she obstinately refused to put her shoulder to the sea on either tack, never heeling over more than 15 degrees or so like a proper ship with more- rounded chines.

'You say something, sir?' Hogue asked, turning his head.

'I said, it's not all claret and cruising, Mister Hogue,' Lewrie repeated, louder this time.

'Well, sir, it is to me,' Hogue smiled, still be-dazzled by his sudden advancement to part-sailing master, part- lieutenant. 'For myself this couldn't be a better day. We're roaring along like a whale!'

They stood aft on the miniature quarterdeck, which did not measure twenty-four feet by twenty, out of the way of the long tiller bar by which she was steered, and the bulk of the after capstan. It was more like a poop deck, steeved higher than most to give almost-standing headroom below in the officers' and warrants' quarters under their feet.

Culverin was bucketing along ahead of Lady Charlotte. They had decided to keep station up to windward, where their little ship might have room to point up higher, and slide sideways quicker, without ramming the slower but better-behaved square-rigger. The winds were quite fresh, trending more easterly than when the voyage began, as the Monsoon breezes shifted to their summer direction of sou'easterly.

Culverin rattled and banged, her rigging sang to wind-song and her wake spread out wide and white behind her, creaming down her sides and frothing into a huge mustache under her bluff bows. Up she'd ride, on a long Pacific swell, then down she'd swoop, sedately cocking stern or bow into the air. Now and again, when her bowsprit rose up to the blue skies, she'd fling a cloud of salt-spray droplets around herself. And, now and again, a fleeting rainbow would form across her fo'c'sle, and shimmer in the slots between her jibs where air was compressed and sped along, imparting drive, those sails bedewed with atomized ocean nearly to the main- course yard.

'Well, I'll be damned!' Lewrie breathed, taking in the glory of it. 'Don't know as how I've ever seen that before!'

' 'Us lucky, sir,' Hogue laughed out loud. 'We've a lucky little ship here. Now she's back in proper hands, that is, and I think she knows it.'

'Captain,' Murray said, raising a knuckle to his brow. 'Nigh to seven bells o' the forenoon, sir. Permission t' pipe 'Clear Decks an' Up Spirits,' sir?'

'Aye, Murray, on the bell. How are our hands doing with their merchantmen counterparts below?'

'Main well, sir,' Murray shrugged. 'They've heard tell o' all our ships disappearin', an' most o' them had mates aboard some. So they're rarin' t' have at the Frogs, sir, an' the pirates, too. An' the booty's got 'em pretty keen-like, sir. No problems so far.'

The deck angled a bit more to leeward, the starboard side going about six inches higher than before, and Lewrie turned to look at the helmsman at the tiller, then at the long coach-whip at the peak of the mizzenmast truck.

'Wind's backing on us, at last!' he cheered. 'Put your helm down to larboard and keep her full and by.'

'Aye, sir!' the helmsman agreed. 'Full an' by. Now she lays nor'nor-west, half north, sir.'

'We'll make that bloody island by sundown, if the windswill only cooperate, sir,' Hogue stated. 'We won't have to jog to the west so far now, nor do a board back.'

'Excellent. If the wind does indeed stay backed,' Lewrie said, fretting for a while at the pendant. Seven bells chimed. Murray put his bosun's pipe to his mouth and blew the call for labors to cease and rum to be issued.

'Look, sir!' Murray exclaimed, pointing over the windward bow to starboard. 'Dolphins, sir. Come t' play on our bow wave!'

'And flying fish, too,' Hogue added, as a school of the fish broke the surface and began to beat their 'wings' to race alongside Culverin, leaving a tiny frothing wake behind each.

'Dolphins, an' a rainbow, captain,' Murray sighed happily. 'I b'lieve ever'thin's gonna turn out aright this time!'

'The island is occupied,' Chiswick stated once he was back aboard Lady Charlotte. They had fetched the low-lying island just before sundown, and had laid off-shore out of sight, sending a cutter in with a party of scouts from Chiswick's light company.

'Then should we risk entering harbor and landing troops?' Captain Cheney of Lady Charlotte asked. He was not a Navy officer, merely a civilian transporter of military and naval goods and people, and had never been called upon in a long career to do anything really risky.

'Any ships in the harbor?' Lewrie asked, leaning over the chart he'd obtained from Mr. Brainard before Telesto sailed for Calcutta.

'Aye, there were, Alan,' Burgess nodded. 'You'd have to ask Lieutenant Hogue as to what they were, though.'

'One small trading brig, sir. Anchored here,' Hogue said, tapping the chart of the harbor with his finger. 'And a slightly larger three-masted ship… here. We landed here, on this narrow peninsula to the west of the harbor. There's quite a good beach on either side, and the ridge down the center is just high enough to screen anyone from view who lands on the seaward side.'

'There's not much vegetation for cover anywhere that I could see,' Chiswick added, looking up to match gazes with his colonel. 'But these rocks were pretty jumbly. The main encampment is farther along, in the center of the curve of the harbor beach, here.'

'So we could land troops here, at the base of the peninsula,' Sir Hugo said, humming to himself. 'Set up artillery atop the ridge here, and advance down the beach, and from slightly inland.'