Four bells, loud and clear; and Mr Harding could be heard, louder and clearer, giving the order to ship capstan bars. From that time on there was little point in playing the violin or even conversing, for although the capstan on the quarterdeck was not directly overhead, its bars, now in place, swept back almost to the wheel, and once the messenger had been made fast to the cable, once it had taken the strain and the bosun had cried ‘Stamp and go’ and a little wizened old forecastle-hand had leapt onto the capstan-head with his fife and played the tune of ‘Round and round and round we go, step out my lads and make your feet tell ‘em so’, the whole space below was filled with a huge confusion of sound dominated by the rhythmic tread of the men at the bars and punctuated by innumerable cries, and by the indescribable sound of the great sodden cable coming in, attached by nippers to the messenger, and then, they being cast off, plunging heavily down to the tiers in the orlop where very strong men coiled it and stowed the great coils away.
The frigate glided over the water quite briskly, then slower, slower until the bosun called ‘Right up and down, sir,’ and the officer of the watch replied ‘Thick and dry for weighing,’ a cry instantly echoed from the depths by the extraordinarily penetrating voice of Eddie Soames, the ship’s eunuch, always good for a laugh.
The Surprises, who had done this hundreds of times before, catted and then fished the anchor: this accomplished, they hurried to their stations for making sail: but no order came from aft. Both Jack and Somers had seen that the less skilled Pomones were having difficulty with passing the cat-hook: indeed, some had fallen from the cathead into the sea.
‘Thick and wet for weighing,’ called Eddie Soames, ‘Ha, ha, ha.’
However, it appeared that they were soon fished out, for presently Pomone spread most of the canvas she possessed and somewhat later she assumed her proper position a cable’s length astern of the Commodore: and thus they sailed easily along the coast, both ships now completely cleared for action - everything peaceable struck down into the hold, shot-garlands filled, screens in place over the magazines, deck sanded and wet, cutlasses sharpened and ready to hand, together with boarding-axes and pistols; while down below Stephen’s operating-table (the midshipmen’s sea-chests lashed together and covered with tight-drawn number eight sailcloth) was ready, the lantern hanging just so, and dressings, pledgets and coil upon coil of bandages tactfully covering the leather-bound chains necessary for some operations. To one sitte there lay the grim saws, retractors, tenacula, scalpels, bistouries (sharp and blunt-pointed), forceps, trephines, single-edged amputating knives and catlings, arranged with loving care by Poll and her friend the bosun’s wife’s sister, both of whom wore starched aprons, bibs and sleeves, and white caps. Buckets, and the usual lavish supply of swabs.
They were sailing almost directly before the wind - not Surprise’s best point of all, but one that nearly did away with any strong sense of motion; and the perfect regularity of the slight following swell added much to the dreamlike impression. Time scarcely existed, except for the succession of bells, and in spite of their martial appearance the remarkably well-fed crew tended to stare at the even, deserted coast as it passed slowly by quite close at hand, and doze. There was little sound from the ship at this gentle pace, and Naseby, shut up in the hold, could bc heard howling from boredom.
Jack, the master and Stephen were in the bows, the master holding an azimuth compass. ‘It is my impression,’ said Jack, ‘that when we round this point we shall be in a shallow bay whose farther side overlooks Ragusa Vecchio. What do you say, Doctor? You have been here twice.’
‘If it has a low island in the middle of it, swarming with terns at this time of the year, then I am sure you are right,’ said Stephen, ‘since even from half-way up the further slope the tower of the ruined castle - the very top of it - can be seen.’
‘My instrument is not as accurate as I could wish,’ said Mr Woodbine, ‘but I am inclined to agree with you.’
The two ships rounded the point, and there before them, to starboard, lay a shallow bay with a low island in the middle; and even from here the coming and going of innumerable birds could be made out, while Stephen, borrowing the Commodore’s telescope without so much as a ‘by your leave’, and resting it on the cathead, named the species: ‘Gull-billed... Caspian, what joy! Another .
Sandwich... many, many common terns, dear creatures little tern... black... I believe, yes, I believe he must be a white-winged black tern. I am amazed.’ He turned to share his amazement, but found that he was alone. Boats were already lowering down from both ships, and the Royal Marines, their muskets gleaming and their red coats brilliant in the sun, were about to embark.
The boats pulled away, loaded to the gunwales - Pomone’s pinnace had ludicrously muffled its oars - steering for the shore immediately below the point where the tower of the ruined castle just broke the even skyline.
They landed their men - scarcely more than a ripple on the strand - and then as the boats made for the northern tip of the bay, Jack made sail to recover them and so stood on. Five minutes later Ragusa Vecchio came into view, a decayed straggling village north of the ruined castle; and at the bottom of the bay the frigate in question, with the two Algerian vessels. Boats passing to and fro over the smooth water: the fine topgallant breeze still at southsouth-west.
Surprise and Pomone both beat to quarters. Jack
