A King`s Trade

'Why, aboard an East Indiaman for the better pay, sir,' Treghues rejoined in his best 'tutor's' voice, as if speaking to a student with all the tired patience required to get through a dull scholar's skull. 'Most especially, aboard a home-bound Indiaman, so they may jump ship in England, and desert their bounden duty to the Navy!'

'All of which, sir, anchor here in James's Valley harbour, for the very good reason that the only other possible anchorage where any ship of worth or deep draught may come-to is Rupert's Valley, which is totally uninhabited… for the very good reason that there is not a drop of fresh water to be had, there, sir,' Capt. Graves belaboured. 'In this anchorage, Sir Tobias, any seaman who takes 'leg bail' could easily be restored to duty by the very simple task of enquiring of, and going aboard to search, any Indiaman before it sails.'

Capt. Graves (no kin to the influential Royal Navy Graveses) exhibited reasonably great patience, himself, and, for a tarry-handed and direct sort of old salt phrased his rebuttal slowly, borrowing a formal choice of words usually alien to his nature, Lewrie was pretty sure… but a volcanic simmering was just below the surface.

'Then we could flog them blind, as an example to the others,' Capt. Philpott of HMS Stag added, almost tongue-in-cheek.

'The island is thinly settled, Captain Graves,' Treghues said, with a thin-lipped aspersion. 'All they'd have to do is scamper into the hills, live off the land for a few weeks to wait us out, then come down and sign aboard an India-man.'

'The island's thinly settled, sir,' Capt. Graves quickly said, 'for another very good reason. Compared to Saint Helena, the Scottish Highlands are as lush as Tahiti! Can't farm hills this steep, except for this valley, so there's nought to steal and eat. Every resident of this bleak rock's a member of the militia, and bored to tears, most-like. Raise the hue and cry, and they'd run 'em down in a Dog Watch! And enjoy the adventure, to boot, sir!'

'Then 'John Company,' or the garrison of the forts, gives them their floggings, and holds them in gaol 'til the next warship arrives, sir,' Capt. Philpott stuck in, again. 'Pity.'

Treghues snapped his head about to glare his displeasure at such a waggish comment, but found Philpott's phyz composed in a wide-eyed, benign expression which expression made Lewrie hide a grin with his fist to his mouth, and stifle a snort of amusement. Treghues swivelled about to bestow upon him an even sterner glare.

'You said something cogent, Captain Lewrie?' Treghues snapped. 'Is there a notion you wished to contribute, sir?'

'Erm… only that I am quite in agreement with Captain Graves, and Captain Philpott, Sir Tobias,' Lewrie declared. 'Though I've not called here before, it seems evident that there's nothing upon which a deserter might victual, outside this little one-street village, and no place where any such might even find shelter. No trees to cut down to make a crude lean-to, to get out of the incessant winds. There are no beaches from which to fish. With only four hundred or so soldiers in the garrison, not over a thousand residents all-told, unemployed tars would stick out like sore thumbs, and be taken up right-promptly.'

'A sailor intent to run would take any risk, Captain Lewrie,' Treghues countered with an impatient wave of his hand. 'The fools.'

'Though, may I point out, Sir Tobias,' Capt. Philpott eagerly added to Lewrie's remarks, finding a willing ally, 'that sailors who were not allowed ashore in England before our departure, kept aboard at Recife, kept aboard here at Saint Helena, possibly denied liberty ashore at Cape Town, too, might be more eager to desert than sailors given a slight bit of free time, of leisure ashore… of trust, sir.'

'Oh, rot, sir!' Treghues sneered, all but rolling his eyes in scorn. 'Your average English tar is a drunken, ignorant, and irksome lout who'd sink into sloth, crime, and alcoholic stupors given the opportunity, Captain Philpott. Without continual watchfulness, without unending discipline to rein in their baser desires, they'd run riot in a twinkling! Oh, I'll grant you, there are some honest volunteers who look to improve themselves, some men pressed under dubious legalities who come aboard imbued with sobriety and industriousness as a result of their former civilian employments, but…' Treghues waved away as if the situation was hopeless, and would always be so.

HMS Grafton, so they had all learned on their long voyage, was a 'taut' ship. Lewrie didn't remember Treghues being quite so strict during the American Revolution, perhaps because old HMS Desperate had been a much smaller ship, with a smaller, more familiar crew. He had always stated that 'a taut ship was a happy ship,' though how Capt. Treghues translated that to his present crew was reputed to be harsher. Then again, Treghues had been younger and full of promise, and hadn't spent so many years idling ashore on half-pay, either. Nor had he wed such a dour termagant of such a bleakly forbidding nature.

'But two whole days 'Out of Discipline' since departing England, Sir Tobias,' Capt. Graves cautiously pressed. ' 'Gainst currents, and winds to here as long a voyage as it took to fetch Recife, with perhaps better than a month more 'til we break passage at Cape Town, assuming we even do… liberty here at Saint Helena is the least we may do for them. Do they face the prospect of an unbroken voyage all the way to Bombay, to Canton in China, well… compared to those ports, liberty granted here is safest of all, sir!'

That's why there were two ships of the line in the escort; once past Cape Town and Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, some of their trade would head for Bombay, some would bend their course for the Strait of Malacca, and China, with a two-decker 74 for escort. Treghues would choose which duty HMS Horatius might perform, which half he'd escort onwards in Grafton.

'Jack Ass Point, and the foreign factors' compound at Canton, sir,' Lewrie said, 'I have been there. No risk of desertion, there, since the Chinese lop the heads off 'red-haired foreign devils' when they get into their part of the city-'

'I was not aware you took merchant service, Lewrie,' Treghues interrupted, sounding as if involvement with 'trade,' or its nautical assistance in a civilian capacity, was rather sordid.

'Wasn't merchant service, sir,' Lewrie responded with a smile. 'Some secret work for the Foreign Office aboard a false trader, armed and crewed by the Navy. Bombay, too, sir. Well, my experience was in Calcutta, up the Hooghly, but… there's nowhere for English tars to run among the Hindoos, either. Not for long, if they don't speak a word of the language, sir. Ports in India might not be walled off from the local population like Canton is, but they might as well be, for all the good they'd do potential deserters. And, as I recall it, every ship that put in was allowed shore liberty… liberal liberty, sir. If our hands'll be allowed liberty at Bombay and Canton, what's the harm in allowing liberty here, where they have no hope of jumping ship, sir?'

'For the very good reason, sir, that they will run amok, as the barbarians of the Malay Peninsula say!' Treghues snapped, now rapidly losing his patient, all-knowing-father air.

'On what, may I ask, Sir Tobias?' Capt. Graves gravelled, near the end of his seeming serenity, too. 'The very few public houses of James's Valley? Upon the veritable regiment of bawds, now a-tip-toe on the strand, awaiting their arrival with open arms?'

'Sir!' Capt. Treghues barked, slamming a palm on his desk for punctuation. 'You exceed proper bounds, Captain Graves! Aye, there's very few public houses or taverns hereabouts, and should we allow our people ashore, they'd be swamped by so many sailors all at once!'

'Exactly what the publicans and tavern keepers look forward to, I'd expect, sir,' Capt. Philpott blandly suggested. 'How'd they make their livings, else? The garrison and the locals can't be much of a livelihood, sir.'

'And, there's Wigmore's Travelling Extravaganza, too,' Lewrie quickly seconded. 'They've a decent band, and do musicals, comedies, and dramas, in addition to their circus performances, sir. All quite innocent, no more harmful than letting discharged sailors free in Covent Garden or Drury Lane, sir. It'd go hard for our people, to know that they're performing for the garrison, but they're not allowed to go ashore and attend, sir. Might make 'em… surly.'

'You're entirely right, Sir Tobias,' Capt. Graves was quick to exclaim, scooting forward to the edge of his chair in his eagerness to make his point, 'a taut hand and consistent discipline's the very thing to make an efficient ship, but it can become too much of a good thing, d'ye see, do you not give them a bit of slack, now and then. If my hands must sit aboard, close enough to see soldiers, civilians, and 'Jonn Company' sailors going ashore to take in the shows, it will make them surly, as our good Captain Lewrie