seemed to be flying the distinctive 'Post-Boy' flag of a mail-packet, a Red Ensign sporting a Union flag in the canton, with the horn-blowing rider on a horse that filled the rest of the fly. 'A convoy coming in,' Lewrie muttered.
'Ah,
'And the mail-packet?' Lewrie asked. 'What of her?' 'Oh, she came in yesterday,' Durant answered. 'I trust there are letters from Madelaine and our babes. For a time, both Hodson and I had to be up here to tend our wounded, but, now their care is not so urgent,
'Done, and done,' Lewrie assured him, half his attention still on the incoming ships. 'Well, let us go and visit our hurt men. Once that's done, I'll sort through our mail and send a Midshipman up here with anything for you, or our patients, sir.'
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
'It did, indeed, Mister Langlie,' Lewrie gleefully told him as they began to walk aft together. 'The rudder and sternpost are sound as the pound, and now in the local contractors' yard. A week or three more, and we'll be completely ready for sea, again.'
'Excellent news, sir!' Langlie enthused.
'What's happened aboard, now two of our Black sailors have run?' Lewrie asked him. 'And, how did
'I stopped all shore liberty since, sir,' Langlie reported, turning sombre. 'My fault, sir… should have seen it coming, what with that mountebank, Wigmore, beguiling them. Perhaps as early as our stop at Saint Helena, I now gather…'
'When they return,
'The more exotic, the better, I believe, sir,' Langlie replied. 'Play-act as Hindoo
'Good!' Lewrie declared, relieved to hear it. 'Mister Durant tells me a mail-packet has come in. Was there anything for us?'
'Scads, sir!' Lt. Langlie said, brightening. 'And, may I convey my congratulations, Captain.'
'You have me at a loss, sir,' Lewrie said to that.
'The latest Captain's List, sir!' Langlie gushed. 'Your name now appears among those of
'Well, damn my eyes,' Lewrie replied, after a stunned moment, then began to chuckle. 'With all that's occurred lately, the date that I was 'posted' quite slipped my mind. Thankee for that news, Mister Langlie. A ream of officialese from Admiralty, too, I s'pose.'
'All your letters are in your clerk's possession, sir, awaiting you in your cabins,' Langlie told him.
'Very well, sir,' Lewrie said, eager to be at them, for, with a slew of official documents, there might be personal letters from home
Aye aye, sir.
'Hello, lads!' Lewrie cooed as Toulon and Chalky swarmed him. 'Miss me, did ye? Yes, I smell exotic, don't I? African dirt, blood, and meat… ain't it
'Should have taken you along, Aspinall,' Lewrie said, as Chalky swarmed up his thigh to scrub the side of his little head on his chin, and start to snuffle his hair. 'I could have
He tore a strip into wee bites, feeding both cats a bit or two from his fingertips as they swished their tails, rose up on their hind legs again, and went frantic, meowing loudly for more.
'I've two hundredweight coming aboard, Aspinall,' Lewrie said, still on his knees. 'We'll have to find a safe place to store it, else they might founder on it, the first dark night.'
'I'll think o' somethin', sir. Hot water's on the way.'
Lewrie rose at last and went to his desk, where he discovered a fair-sized mound of correspondence, sorted out by his clerk, Padgett, into official Must-Read-First, personal and newspapers, bills, and a slush-pile of Who-Cares and Future-Toilet-Necessities.
Surprisingly, the official pile was rather small, the most of it those sort of directives sent out at quarterly or half-year intervals to every warship in active commission, and yes, it
He had to stop and play some more with the cats, reach into the larboard pocket of his trousers, and dig out another strip of
Keith Ashburn, a fellow Midshipman in 1780, was listed in the lower third, in command of a frigate; Francis Forrester, that fubsy fart with all the 'interest' and patronage, was above Keith, now pestering the crew of his own Fifth Rate. His old captain in the Far East, Ayscough, was near the top of the list, with a two-decker 74.
Dropping down to Commanders, he found that Midshipman Hogue of those Far East adventures under Ayscough had just taken command of one of those new-fangled Brig-Sloops, and even more pleasingly, his First Officer into HMS