'Of course, Captain Lewrie,' the man replied. 'Welcome aboard, sir. Allow me to name myself. Suddarth… First Lieutenant.' 'Glad t'make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Suddarth.' 'I will inform Captain Leatherwood you've come aboard, sir. He is aft, at the moment…' Lt. Suddarth offered, but such task was not necessary, for his own captain emerged from his great-cabins beneath the poop to the aft end of the quarterdeck, still shrugging his way into a rather shabby undress coat and hat, without summons. Suddarth made the introductions as Leatherwood approached.
'Yer servant, sir,' Lewrie said, doffing his hat in salute. 'And welcome you are, Captain Lewrie,' Leatherwood genially said in reply, waving an arm aft in invitation. 'Do join me in my cabins, where we may get down to business, sir.'
Capt. Leatherwood's private quarters were a lot more spacious than Lewrie's, the painted canvas deck chequer as bright as the true tile that it imitated. Only 6-pounders marred its interior to give it a martial air. And, whilst his deal partitions and panelling gleamed with paint or polish, Leatherwood's furnishings were rather plain and spartan, and well-used. Instead of a formal interview with Leatherwood seated behind his desk, and Lewrie in a chair before it, he was led to a folding settee on the larboard side of the day-cabin, with Capt. Leatherwood taking a padded wood-frame chair on the other side of the ivory-inlaid low table between, which rested on a brass-trimmed ebony folding frame. The small carpets which livened both the day-cabin and the dining-coach were of a set, both of Hindoo manufacture, and most-likely bargains obtained in Bombay or Calcutta. Within a few breaths, a cabin servant in nattily tailored sailors' togs appeared with a tray that held a bottle of hock, and two short-stemmed glasses.
'I trust you don't mind hock, Captain Lewrie,' Leatherwood said with an easy smile on his weathered face, 'but I've always been partial to white wines, 'stead of claret. This one's what the Germans call the
'Honoured, sir,' Lewrie replied as he accepted a glass and took an appreciative sip, liking it rather well. Appreciative, too, of Capt. Leatherwood's welcome. Many captains senior to him, he'd found,
Leatherwood
'Quite good,
'The Cape Squadron informs me that your frigate is free to join me,' Leatherwood began, after a few sips of his own, and a shift in his chair to a more comfortable nigh-slouch. 'Haven't much to spare, else. They also told me you've just finished some repairs? Ready for sea?'
'In all respects, sir,' Lewrie assured him, giving Leatherwood a thumbnail sketch of the convoy battle, his rudder problems, his reduced and altered gun battery, along with being a few hands short.
'Sounds about as good as we can expect,' Capt. Leatherwood said with a resigned grunt and nod. 'I should have six hundred and fifty-odd aboard
'Your, ah… weed, sir?' Lewrie agreeably said.
'Damned tropics,' Leatherwood said with a sigh. 'The seas are so rich with marine growth, and whatever they feed upon, that I might as well have dunged and fertilised, deliberately. Four years, we have spent out here, Captain Lewrie. Saint Helena to Calcutta or Bombay, and back again, with but two careenings when we could be spared to fire and scrape her clean in all that time. Too few warships, too much of a threat from the French, too many convoys, and never enough time off.
'But, that's about to change!' Leatherwood perked up. 'We are bound for
and that on a
'Last year, sir, that,' Lewrie had to tell him, 'so my one weed has grown apace, but, on our short test sail after the new rudder was in place,
'Good,' Leatherwood declared, sounding relieved. 'For our slow plod North, I'll place you astern of the convoy, and will take the van position myself, do I not work out on a flank, now and again. You'll bear the onus, should the French have a go at us. With the winds from the Sou'east, and with the Agulhas Current shoving us along, even the Indiamen could make enough sail to out-foot a beam approach…'
'And, t'would be the rare Frog working far enough North to intercept us, or lie in wait, sir,' Lewrie pointed out.
'Exactly, so the main threat will come from astern,' Leatherwood said with a vigourous nod of his head. 'The convoy Commodore tells me another ship will sail with us. What do you know of this
'She will?' Lewrie exclaimed in surprise. 'Makes sense, I do suppose, now they've rounded up their new menagerie of beasts. She's a
'Not in
'I didn't much care to hear of the French having a go at your former convoy, so close to Cape Town, Captain Lewrie, 'deed I didn't,' Capt. Leatherwood told him, looking pensive, and a bit fretful, setting his glass on the table between them to rub his horny hands together, a very sandpapery sound.
'The local commanders are of the opinion it was a fluke, sir,' Lewrie told him, outlining the Flag-Captain's explanation that it might have been a clutch of warships on-passage simply 'stumbling' on them.
'Told me much the same,' Leatherwood grumbled. 'And what did you think of that, Captain Lewrie?' he demanded right-sharp.
'Complete and utter horse-apples, sir,' Lewrie deemed it with a derisive snort. 'No one knows how many warships and privateers working out of Mauritius the French now possess. Don't
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