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A KYDD SEA ADVENTURE
THE KYDD SEA ADVENTURES , BY JULIAN STOCKWIN
JULIAN STOCKWIN
A KYDD SEA ADVENTURE
MCBOOKS PRESS, INC. ITHACA, NEW YORK
Published by McBooks Press 2008 Copyright © 2006 by Julian Stockwin
First published in Great Britain in 2006 by Hodder and Stoughton A division of Hodder Headline
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Cover painting by Geoff Hunt. Cover and text design: Panda Musgrove.
The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:
Stockwin, Julian. Command : a Kydd sea adventure / by Julian Stockwin. p. cm.
ISBN: 978-1-59013-120-6 (alk. paper)
1. Kydd, Thomas (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Great Britain—History, Naval— 18th century—Fiction. 3. Seafaring life—Fiction. I. Title. PR6119.T66C66 2007 823'.92—dc22
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TO DO GREAT THINGS IS DIFFICULT, BUT TO COMMAND GREAT THINGS IS MORE DIFFICULT
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CHAPTER 1
'DAMN YOU, SIR! You have set my standing orders to defiance and made
'Sir. M' respects, but I judged it t' be—'
'Judge? It's not your place to judge, Mr Kydd! No, sir! It is your sworn duty to ensure my orders are strictly obeyed. All of them—and most especially my written orders.' Rowley's nostrils flared. 'And this is not the first time I have had the disagreeable necessity of remonstrating with you concerning your conduct since I have come aboard.'
'Sir, this is—'
'Enough!' Rowley shouted. 'You, sir, have tried my patience too far.' Kydd's stomach tightened. 'You are now confined to your cabin until such time as the commander-in-chief is informed of your conduct and you have answered for it.'
At the words, shocked faces turned: the place for a captain to discipline an officer was the great cabin, not on deck within earshot of the entire watch.
'Aye aye, sir,' Kydd said thickly, and clapped on his sodden cocked hat. The die was now irrevocably cast: Captain Rowley was taking it further, to the august Admiral Keith, commander of the Mediterranean Fleet. Kydd turned stiffly and went below. This probably signalled the end of his naval career.
Rage washed over him. It was not so much the shame and futility, but the unfairness that of all the ghosts from his past it had been Rowley who had come back to haunt him. After the fearsome battle of the Nile two years ago Kydd had distinguished himself in Minorca and at the siege of Acre, then gone on to uneventful but steady service in
When Rowley had stepped aboard as the new captain of
Rowley, clearly troubled by Kydd's presence on this new ship, had reacted by making his life aboard
Kydd bunched his fists as he relived the incident that had given Rowley the excuse to act. A squally spring north-westerly in the early hours of Kydd's morning watch had obliged him to shorten sail to topsails. He had duly sent notice of his action to the captain, in accordance with standing orders, then had employed the watch-on-deck to work mast by mast, leaving the watch below to their sleep.