frigate, relatively fresh from the Halifax yard, gleamed like a bright, new-minted penny.
A flurry of flag signals from the lead 74 created an answering blizzard of bunting from the frigate on the forward Southern quarter of the convoy, was repeated by the trailing sloop of war to seaward of the trade's stern quarter, and answered by the other Third Rate that brought up the rear, which, after a long moment, made a new hoist that the lead frigate repeated as she wore a bit off her 'soldier's wind' and started to come down nearer
'Can't read 'em, sor… sir, sorry,' Midshipman Larkin said as he stood atop the bulwarks by the mizen shrouds, a telescope to his own eye. 'They're streamin' right at us, but I
'Must believe we're a French fraud,' Lewrie agreed. 'Mine arse on a bandbox, we've our Number aloft, already. Can you read his?'
'Er, aye, sor… sir,' Larkin, the Bog-Irish by-blow, replied, drifting back into brogue as he always did when flustered. 'She's ah, HMS
'Last
'Aye, Mister Langlie,' Lewrie said. 'Mister Larkin, hoist that we are ordered to join the escort. Perhaps the latest signals book'll convince them. 'Tis only three weeks old, after all.'
'Aye aye, sir.'
A long minute or two passed as Larkin and his 'bunting tossers' made their hoist, which was acknowledged by
And, all during that time, the convoy was plodding along under reduced plain sail, bound roughly West, Sou'west, while
'Wear her about to West, Sou'west, Mister Langlie,' Lewrie told his First Officer. 'Nothing more convincing than showing leery people your arse. Like a dog rollin' over on his back.'
'Aye, sir. All hands! Stations to wear, ready…!'
'What did they ask that time, Mister Larkin?' Lewrie asked.
'Order, sir. 'Come Under My Lee,' the flag said t'do,' Larkin puzzled out at last. 'HMS
'Ready to wear, sir,' Langlie reported.
'Very well, Mister Langlie. Once about, reduce sail so we may fall astern of
'Aye aye, sor,' Larkin sheepishly replied.
'Wear about, then, Mister Langlie.'
'Aye aye, sir.'
Perhaps half an hour later, HMS
Lewrie left the details to Langlie, busy with his telescope by the larboard bulwarks to study the people gathered on
'Croror? Is'll pot?' Lewrie mimicked, cupping a hand behind an ear and shrugging at that worthy. 'What the Devil does he mean by that, I ask you? Must be a Welsh insult,' he japed to his own officers.
'Come… up… to..
'Ease a spoke or two o' lee helm, Mister Langlie,' Lewrie said, tossing back his boat cloak so the single gold epaulet of his rank on his right shoulder could be seen, as
Capt. Sir Tobias Treghues, Baronet, had thrown back the wings of his own cloak, to display his pair of epaulets, with his chin high, as if he'd smelled something rank. Treghues had always been lean and tall, and so he still was, though his aristocratic face was thinner in the cheeks than Lewrie recalled, and there
Lewrie lifted his cocked hat to doff it in salute, and after a moment, Treghues lifted his in response, revealing that his formerly dark brown locks had receded above his temples, and were now streaked like a badger's pelt with grey.
'To the life, sir!' Lewrie shouted back, wondering what sort of answer one could really make to that opening sally. He would have said that it was good to see Treghues, again, but didn't have a clue whether the man was in the proper half of his wits to accept it.
'You are
'Only got our orders yesterday, sir, and had to wait on the wind in Saint Helen's Patch!' Lewrie replied, his own hands cupped to make a trumpet. 'I
'You should deal with your signals midshipmen, Captain Lewrie!' Treghues instructed. 'They are… slack in their duties!'
'Dead downwind of you, sir, all signals were edge-on to us!' he explained, 'The leading seventy-four did not repeat them!'
'Just like the old days!' Treghues seemed to scoff at that. 'As I recall, you
'Take station out yonder, sir!' Treghues cried, pointing off to the Southwest corner of the convoy. 'Tell Captain Hazelhurst, of the
'Just asking, sir, but my orders did not list all the ships in the escort!' Lewrie yelled over to him. 'May I assume
'Aye, she is!' Treghues shouted, sounding both impatient and petulant together. 'You will learn them soon