Command

With rising hope he knew what he must do. If he closed quickly with the entrance of the cove he would be in a position to force the enemy to battle as he emerged. The clear image of the ship through his telescope showed no sail bent on and therefore no capability to flee. Realisation dawned: he had trapped his quarry!

A new respect showed in Dacres's eyes as he approached for orders. 'Remain at quarters,' Kydd said crisply, 'We take him as he comes out—loose courses.'

Teazer sped towards the distant ship. The enemy was at bay! Excitement took hold of Kydd as he went over in his mind what had been done to prepare.

He noticed that he had increased the speed of his pacing about the decks and forced himself back to a confident stroll. 'Pass th' word for my sword,' he ordered. Fighting would start in hours.

Then doubt rushed in like a returning tide. What proof had he that this was the ship he was pursuing? There were no colours, no one knew its distinguishing features. Was this all to be in vain? But, on the other hand, what was an innocent ship-rigged European-built vessel doing in such a place? Somehow he knew that this was La Fouine.

If it was, they were in for a sharp fight. By eye he appeared about a quarter as big again as Teazer, and there were nine ports along that graceful side, an eighteen against their sixteen. If the report of eight-pounders was correct, Teazer was appreciably outgunned as well as out-manned. A twisted smile acknowledged the irony that he, the smaller, was assuming the role of aggressor.

There was a chance, but he was raw and untried in the art of captaincy at war, while a significant unit of the French Navy on an independent cruise far from home would surely have an experienced and formidable commander.

In all probability, within hours, the lovely Teazer would be a shattered ruin and . . . He fought to keep himself expressionless while he crushed the betraying thoughts. His ship would need every ounce of his strength and will in the near future and he would give it.

'A cool one, sir,' Dacres said, beside him. 'No sign of a fluster aboard even as we close.'

Kydd said nothing, gazing through his glass at the vessel. Indeed, there were figures just visible on deck but, puzzlingly, none in the rigging as they bore down. 'They know we're here. That is sufficient,' he said.

'Sir!' Bonnici was wearing a small-sword for the first time. Kydd wondered if the older man expected to be in a boarding party but assumed that it was probably more as a gesture for personal protection if they themselves were boarded.

'Yes?'

'I cannot advise but you mus' not keep in wi' the land. There are rock offshore, so many an' not to be seen!' In the breakdown of his English there was no mistaking the man's urgency. It brought a complication: if they remained offshore for their prey, the ship, with superior local knowledge, could slip through the shoals and away.

'We take th' risk,' Kydd snapped. But advancing with a leadsman in the chains forward was no way to go into battle and he had reluctantly to concede that there was a seaward limit to his approach. He lifted the telescope again. This time there was movement about his mizzen peak halliards and a flash of colour jerked aloft. The ensign of a French man-o'-war.

There was now no doubt, and scattered cheers about the decks of Teazer showed that it had not been lost on the men. At this point it would be usual for the captain to step forward and deliver a stirring call to arms, to excite and inspire—but it was the last thing Kydd felt capable of doing. He was only too aware of the nervous excitement building and the challenge to his confidence, and was afraid that anything he said would come out too weakly.

'We'll shorten sail, I believe,' he ordered instead. They were close enough now that whatever La Fouine did they would be up with him quickly. They would be fighting in topsails. There was no point in racing past their target: the more sail-trimmers aloft the fewer on the guns.

Kydd had decided how far in he was prepared to risk Teazer. They were rapidly approaching that point and still there was no move from the French to put to sea. He lifted the telescope and braced it, steadying the image, staring long and hard.

He had been mistaken: there was sail bent to the yards, but it was in such a fine stow along the yardarms that he had not noticed it: La Fouine's captain was a seaman. He was anchored side towards but then Kydd noticed the line dropping away from the stern-quarters. So it was at no chance angle that he lay—the captain had laid out a mooring by the bow and stern both, which kept his broadside trained resolutely on any who would dare enter the little cove.

'They're anchored by th' stern as well,' he grunted, keeping the glass up.

'Sir,' said Dacres.

But it was not his problem, Kydd thought sourly; it was the captain's. 'Heave her to,' he growled, still searching with his telescope. Not a single move to ready for sea—they might as well have been alongside in their home port. 'While he's there we can't touch him.'

To approach the vessel they would have to present their unprotected bow for an unendurable pounding before they reached him—and, with unknown rocks lurking, tricky manoeuvring would be impossible. La Fouine was quite safe where she lay.

'Sir, that point—'

'God rot it f'r a poxy—!' Kydd exploded in useless anger. Although they were hove to and stopped in the water, an insistent current was slowly but surely urging them towards the low, rocky southerly point of the cove. And stretching well out from it were the tell-tale hurry and slop of dark irregularities in the wave pattern that betrayed the threat of unknown rocks below the surface. 'Get sail on an' take her out.'

He bit his lip in frustration: this was not how it should be. Keyed up for a desperate clash of gunpowder and blades he had not expected a long wait until the Frenchman decided he was ready.

'Boats, sir—a cutting out?'

'No.' Dacres was a fool or worse to suggest that. Boats pulling madly towards a prepared warship would be blown out of the water even at night—and this captain would certainly have lookouts to detect an approach in any direction.