THE GUN KETCH

than free with the bottle at meals, and raided the wine cabinet in the narrow passageway every night. At least he did until Cony placed a bottle of undiluted Navy rum mixed with sea-water in the brandy's squat decanter, and beyond a startled splutter or two, and a fit of retching, no more was heard of Reverend Townsley after Lights Out for the rest of the voyage.

And so the weeks passed, from brisk Westerlies in the Bay of Biscay to tops'l breezes standing into spectacular tropic sunsets on the Atlantic crossing. From the gray green of the Channel to cobalt blue of Biscay, to bright blue waters of the Americas. From shivering with cold to the need for a hand fan in the daylight hours as Alacrity reeled off 200 miles from one noon to the next, until she rode a river of air, the Nor'east Trades, into the Providence Channel.

Their last sunset together was a beauty, beginning just at the end of the second dog-watch. From the deepest rose to palest saffron, it flamed across the whole of the western horizon, heightened by the darker clouds. The sea glittered on the glade of sunset, turned gold and amber ahead of Alacrity's course, fading to a deep blue gray to either beam, and almost black astern. The first stars were out, and a gibbous moon, brushed more gold than silver, rode low on the evening's horizon. The wind was steady but gentle, pressing Alacrity forward with a starboard quarter-wind that filled her winged out gaff courses, and the reduced tops'Is. The heat of the day, which had not been particularly fierce that early in the year, had faded, and the evening air was fresh, clean, and most temperate.

'Well, gentlemen, it is about time for Mister Gatacre to give you one last lesson in taking the height of the evening stars,' Alan told the crowd of midshipmen. 'And time for me to dine. Show heel-taps on your glasses, and be about your duties.'

With his cabins crowded so, it had been impossible to dine any of his officers and warrants in on the voyage, as a captain usually did to get to know them better, so he had been reduced to a nightly 'court' on deck once the weather had moderated as they neared their tropical destination, with wine served out to be sociable.

'Ahem,' Midshipman Mayhew coughed, rising. 'Uhm, sir… and Mrs. Lewrie? We… uhm… we should like to propose a toast to your lady, sir. I think I speak for all of us, for all the ship's people forrud as well…'

'You'd better, Mayhew, we deputed you, remember?' Midshipman Parham teased and the boys laughed nervously.

'Well, sir, and Mrs. Lewrie…' Mayhew began again, turning somewhat sunset-hued himself. 'For those whose first voyage mis is among us, and for those of us who've sailed before, I have to state that we shall remember forever how pleasant this passage has been, because of our captain's lady. For her kind words, for her musical accomplishments. For her grace, and niceness of condescension to all hands. And for moderating a taut-handed captain's wrath upon us,' he concluded with a jape. 'To Mistress Lewrie, might it be possible for her to sail with Alacrity forever!'

'Hear, hear!' the others chimed in, 'To Mistress Lewrie!'

'I thank you all, young gentlemen,' Caroline blushed prettily. 'May you have joy of your future careers. And my affection and gratitude for an exceedingly pleasant voyage to you, as well.'

'Thankee, ma'am,' they shambled, 'thankee,' as they set down their empty glasses and wandered off forward to the sailing master.

'That was so sweet of them!' Caroline sighed, touching an eye to control tears.

'There's no one like you in their experience,' Alan said as he took her hand. 'Nor in mine.' They sat down together on the signal-flag lockers by the taffrail in the very stern. 'Nor any voyage like this for them again, most like. It ain't the usual Navy experience. The lads in the draft, God knows what sort of captain they'll have next, if they get a ship at all.'

'It was sweet, all the same,' she insisted, dreaming on the horizon. 'And a heavenly voyage for me. Our honeymoon. A lovely month at sea.'

'Seasickness notwithstanding?' he japed.

'The Townsleys notwithstanding,' Caroline whispered, leaning close to laugh with him. The cabin skylight was open to catch air, and their words could be heard below-decks by their 'passengers' as they dressed for supper. 'You will go easy on Parham and Mayhew, I trust, dearest? I know they're incorrigible imps, bad as my brothers when they were that age, but they're good lads at bottom.'

'When they deserve it, I assure you I will, love.'

'So much to do on the morrow,' Caroline sighed, leaning close to him again, shoulder to shoulder. 'Get ashore. Find lodgings and furnish them… I shall miss this. God, to sleep without you will be dreadful!'

'And I you, Caroline.'

'How long do you stay in port, do you think?'

'A day to unload, another to replace firewood and water, some more rations… three days at the least, ten at the most, I suspect.'

He scowled, putting an arm about her shoulders. 'Small ships spend less time at sea than most, and Alacrity's about as small as one may get in the Fleet. And it's not as if I have to perform war patrols, cruising until the salt-meat runs out. Half a month could be spent swinging at anchor in Nassau Harbor.'

'I'd care very much for that,' she said, snuggling into him. 'Oh, look. The last of the sunset. Let's watch, do! My last with you, for awhile.' She sniffed a little.

'But many more to come for us,' he promised. 'Many, many more!'

They waited until the last spark had dropped into the sea before rising, and the world turned quickly dark, as the night usually fell in the tropics.

'I love you, Alan!' she whispered, turning her face to him in the companionable and secluding darkness aft.

'I love you, Caroline!'

'A quick supper, and an early night,' Caroline vowed.

'As that Pepys fellow said, my love,' Alan joshed,' 'And so to bed! '

'Oh, then, let us hurry!'

III

'Look from your door, and tell me now

the colour of the sea.

Where can I buy that wondrous dye

And take it home with me?'

– Bliss Carman

Chapter 1

Nassau, and its snug protected harbor, had changed drastically since Alan Lewrie had last seen it in 1781. Where there had swum tall frigates, there were now only brigs, sloops and cutters to represent the might of the Crown. But the commercial shipping had increased an hundredfold, and the town itself now boasted attractive stone public buildings where once there had been only wood biscuit boxes with palmetto thatched rooves, and the once- sleepy streets were humming with commercial endeavor. There were hundreds more homes to be seen, and, of course, since Nassau had been a shoddy pirates' haven since the 1600s no matter the strenuous efforts of a string of royal governors since Woodes Rogers's days, it boasted more taverns, more ordinaries, more public inns of dubious repute, and more out-and-out brothels.

But the transformation was stunning. With the arrival of thousands of dispossessed or disgruntled American Loyalists who had fled their spiteful Republican 'cousins,' the population had doubled and tripled. Humble Bay Street was now a good road and was fashioned 'The Strand,' while Shirley Street, named for a former governor, had become more sophisticated than a sandy lane lined with ramshackle, and could boast many fine residences,