The bosun's calls twittered in unison as 'Clear Decks, And Up Spirits' was piped. The red-rum keg with the King's seal painted on it in gilt came up from below, and the hands queued up for their sailors' anodyne, loafing and nattering each other in 'matey' camaraderie about sips or gulpers owed, debts already paid, or had they been forgotten. A pair of Lt. Devereux's fully-uniformed Marines, complete with muskets, escorted the keg forrud, behind the young boy drummer beating a jaunty roll to announce its coming. Now that duties were done for a time, and all the hands expected for the following half-hour was their call below to their mid-day meal, it was a welcome bit of idle leisure.
Lewrie paced along the windward quarterdeck bulwarks, from the larboard ladderway to the main deck, to the taffrails and signal flag lockers right aft, his undress coat and hat discarded in his own sort of casual leisure, readying himself for participation in the measure of the sun at Noon Sights, when all his commission officers, and the Sailing Master, and his students, the midshipmen, would ply sextants together, and, at the first chime of Eight Bells ending the Forenoon, record their sums on slates or foolscap paper, then perform the 'mysteries' of navigation.
The lead 74, HMS
Lewrie didn't relish the idea of interrupting the rum issue, but in the few minutes between the issue's end and the pipe for Dinner, they would have to come about one more time, he decided, before they sailed too far astray of the convoy's mean course. Once settled on a long starboard tack once more, they could then eat in peace.
'Deck, there!' the mainmast lookout shrilled of a sudden. 'Sail,
Damn the rum, and victuals, too! Lewrie turned about, looking outward, as if he could spot their mysterious interloper from the deck. 'How… bound?' he cried back, hands cupped round his mouth. 'How… far… away?'
'Tops'ls an' t'gallants, sir, 'tis all I see! Hull-down, she is, an'… bound West!' the lookout decided, after discerning which were the leaches of the stranger's upper sails, and how they were cupped to gather wind.
'Mister Gamble?' Lewrie shouted, stomping his way forward. 'A signal to
CHAPTER TWELVE
First had come the sight of her royals and t'gallants above the sea's sharp-edged horizon; some were pale, jade
'Faded, perhaps, sir,' Lt. Catterall had speculated with a leery expression, as if he'd just been presented a bowl of dog-spew at a two-penny ordinary. 'Might've been dark green and red, once?'
'Well, we know about
Next had come full sight of her tops'ls and courses, one of them-her main course-was vertically striped like pillow ticking in a red, white, and blue, all now reduced to pink, parchment, and off-white, whilst her fore course was a more conventional mildewed and sunburned light tan, but bore some large design painted on it.
'Spanish warship?' the Sailing Master had wondered. 'They hoist crucifixes to their cross-trees before battle, sir, and paint crosses on their fighting sails.'
'Must martyr more than a few sailors, too,' Lewrie had replied, 'when someone shoots the big wood crosses free t'drop on their decks.'
Last had come the sight of her hull, and the very
'Gun-ports, sir,' Lt. Langlie had suggested. 'Old,
'Garish,' Catterall dismissed.
'Tawdry,' Mr. Winwood sneered.
'Whore transport?' Lewrie whispered, his face creasing broadly into a grin. Which had required him to explain the jape played on the younger officers of the gun-room when he was aboard HMS
'Sir!' Midshipman Grace called from the mizen shrouds, where he had climbed with a telescope. 'They've
'Close enough,' Lewrie snapped, as that
'Aye aye, sir!'
'Mister Larkin, you're signals midshipman of the watch?'
'Aye, sor… sir,' their little Bog-Irish imp soberly replied.
'Hoist colours,' Lewrie ordered, 'and stand by with our Number, and private signal. Does that gaudy fraud try to bluff us, she'll not have
As the crew went about stripping the ship for action, lumbering furniture, sea-chests, and flimsy objects deep below, hanging their own anti-boarding nets and 'protectors' aloft across the gangways and the gun positions against falling wreckage,