The Privateer's Revenge

The ladder was slid down. 'Up 'n' out, matey, an' no tricks!'

Kydd climbed slowly, misery overflowing. He reached the top and raised his eyes—to be met with the grave face of Nicholas Renzi, who said, with a sigh, 'It's him. Tom Brown, gunner's mate. Never to be trusted ashore. I dare to say that 'Teazer's captain will know what to do with him.' He turned to the lieutenant. 'I do thank you for securing him—we'll have him back aboard immediately. I don't believe Captain Byam need be troubled.' Then he ordered the thick-set seaman next to him, 'Hale him into the longboat directly, if you please.'

Tobias Stirk grinned mirthlessly and frogmarched Kydd away.

CHAPTER 2

HEARING MOVEMENT IN THE OTHER BEDROOM, Renzi sat up. Although he was very tired, he rose quickly and dressed. It had been a long, distressing night. After frantically searching for Kydd for hours, he had gone to Teazer and found Stirk. Together, with Stirk sworn to secrecy, they had scoured the dockyard and town. Then, despairing, they had thought to check the press gang catch.

Renzi knocked softly. Kydd's pain was heartbreaking and he was clearly not responsible for his actions: Who knew what he might do next?

'Tom?' he called gently. 'Are you awake, brother?'

There was an indistinct murmur. Renzi entered. To his surprise Kydd was shaved, dressed and tying his neckcloth. 'Do I see you well, my friend?' Renzi ventured.

'As ye'd expect.' Kydd did not take his eyes from the mirror.

'Believe me, brother, you have my every understanding. When one's wits are askew with grief there is no telling where the mind will stray.'

'Spare me y'r pity, Nicholas,' Kydd said. 'It happened.'

'I'm saying that I've yet to meet the man who, trapped in a pit, is able to fix on far horizons. What you did —'

'What I did was weak an' foolish. I could've brought th' Service t' contempt an' ridicule.' He paused. 'I'm t' be— I'm beholden t' ye, Nicholas, f'r what ye did last night.'

'It was nothing more than a friend would do, dear fellow.'

Kydd resumed at the mirror. 'I'm goin' back aboard. This is m' duty an' this I must obey above all things.' He paused. 'It was th' last thing she spoke t' me, o' course,' he added, swallowing hard.

'A noble sentiment, Thomas. Fitting for a gentleman of the first rank.'

Kydd found his waistcoat. 'Ye'll oblige me b' tellin' how many— er, who saw me last night.'

'Why, none of acquaintance, I believe,' Renzi answered equably. 'The quarter is not favoured by King's men.'

'But there was Stirk.'

'It was Toby Stirk who thought to summon a waterman, once we were landed, and even gave you his coat to wear over yours on the way back. Do you think he would be the kind of man to glory in his captain's abasement? There is none who—'

'And Cecilia?'

'She will now be in possession of my note detailing how you were cruelly set upon by footpads while taking the night air to clear your head, and that visitors are discouraged.'

Kydd finished dressing. 'I'm returnin' t' Teazer now,' he said abruptly. 'Do ye wish t' come?'

'If that is my duty, Captain.'

'It is.'

The waterman, under the tight-lipped grimace of his passenger, bent to his oars and sent the wherry skimming across to the little brig in Barn Pool. Rounding the pretty stern windows he brought it expertly alongside her side-steps, and Kydd boarded briskly.

'You, sir!' he roared at Prosser, the lounging mate-of-the-watch, who straightened in dismay at Kydd's sudden appearance. 'What kind o' watch can't sight their captain returnin' on board?'

Prosser snatched off his hat. 'Er, you're not in uniform, sir,' he said weakly.

Farther forward the boatswain faltered under Kydd's glare. 'We—we weren't told ye was comin', sir,' he said.

Hurriedly the watch found things that needed attention round the decks. 'This is not a King's ship, it's a Dutch scow. What are th' men doin' for'ard?' Kydd said angrily. 'Hangin' out th' washing? If'n ye can't take charge properly, Mr Prosser, I'll find someone who will.'

He stalked down to his cabin. Renzi paused, then descended the after hatchway to his own tiny hideaway to wait out the mood.

The morning wore on: he usually worked by the clear light of the stern windows in the captain's cabin. He gathered up his papers and made his way aft, knocked softly and waited.

'Yes?'

The impatient tone made him hesitate.

Kydd was at his desk, his face stony. 'Is there anything y' need?'

'Oh—er, you wished to sight the quarterly return on casks shaken,' Renzi said, thinking quickly. 'Will this be the right time, do you think?'

'Not now. Ask th' bosun to step aft, if y' please.'

The afternoon watch came to an end and the starboard watch for liberty mustered. There would be the usual