how anyone still lives at all.'
'That will mean our surrender as well.' Avery shuddered.
'Most-like,' Lewrie cold-bloodedly replied.
'This has changed you terribly, Alan, I swear. You are so cold and hard now, I hardly know you any longer.'
'I believe it has, too,' Alan said, thinking back on his behavior of the last week or so. 'Well, you cannot be a child forever. I hope it's merely something that will wear off when I get enough sleep and some decent food. Perhaps a few weeks in a prison before being paroled will do it.'
Treghues and Railsford were rowed back to the ship just before midday and went aft immediately, passing the word for Mister Monk and his charts of the York River. Shortly after, all senior warrants and midshipmen were summoned aft to the captain's cabins.
They found their officers peering at a chart, and were bade to draw near and look at it carefully.
'Lord Cornwallis has ordered Captain Symonds to gather boat crews, to transfer the army to the Gloucester shore tonight,' the captain began, tapping on the chart with a brass ruler. 'We're going to evacuate Yorktown before the enemy overcomes our defenses. We're to start embarking troops here, on the beaches and the docks, at ten o'clock. The artillery has to be abandoned, along with the remaining stores, but we can save the troops and their personal weapons. With so little resistance facing Tarleton and Simcoe there's hope we can break out into Maryland or Delaware, and make a quick march away, before the French or the Rebels can begin pursuit. Carry on, Mister Railsford.'
'Here, on the right of our positions,' Railsford lectured, gesturing at the map, 'there are French marines there, with artillery enough to break up any landings, so you had better not venture into this inlet or risk being shot to pieces. Steer west of north for the point, or the cove just to the west of the point. You'll want to be careful of the boats; it's a rocky shore thereabouts. At ten o'clock there will be a making tide, but the York flows swift enough to almost cancel it out. Once out from behind the bluffs at the tip of the town, remember to put a little starboard helm on, even if it takes you farther west than you think proper. The Virginia Militia is on the left of the lines, not far past the entrance to the cove, so don't bear too far north. There is to be a small light at the back of the cove to mark the entrance for you. Look for it, for your lives.'
'What about the ship, sir?' Coke the bosun asked.
'We have Captain Symonds's permission to try and break out after most of the troops are across,' Treghues said. 'So don't be late in getting back here once you have ferried your last load. I doubt if any of you want to spend any more time with our army than you have in the last few days, so if you do not want to march right out of your shoe leather or end up eating bark and berries, return to
Treghues was in fine spirits once more, making his little jokes and exercising the use of his voice, which he had always been most fond of hearing during his briefings and lectures and Sunday services.
'But, if we cannot break out past the French ships at the mouth of the river, we shall have to burn her to keep her from capture,' he said soberly. 'The ship's boats are not big enough, for the most part, to take as many troops as necessary, so we will be using those recently constructed barges.'
There was a groan at that. A few weeks in the water had not done anything to improve their watertight integrity, or their handling. They were heavy, ungainly, hard to steer and row, even with a dozen oarsmen aboard, and they leaked like a sieve. What was worse, they were fairly flat-bottomed compared to a boat built with love and care, and made leeway as fast as they could be propelled forward on a windy day.
'I would admire that Midshipman Forrester be called off-shore to help with the barges,' Treghues said, making sure that his cater-cousin would be close to him at the end, whatever transpired. 'He will take one boat. Mister Lewrie, you take another. Avery takes a third, and Carey will supervise a fourth. Mister Coke, the cutter and the launch from
'Aye, sir.'
'No outward preparations until after dark, which shall be before seven this evening. No sign of what we are attempting must come to the attention of the enemy, or there is no point in trying. The army is counting on us to save them.' Treghues concluded, saying, 'I do not intend to let them down for the last time as…'
Treghues choked off his possible comments about Graves and the other leaders who had never even shown a royal yard over the horizon in all that time and had muffed the battle at sea that had led to this hopeless condition.
'We'll get 'em safe across, sir,' Railsford promised.
'We must,' Treghues said vehemently, his eyes clouding up with emotion. 'We must!'
'The night seems perfect,' Railsford said, sniffing at the wind by the entry port soon after the hands had been fed an early supper. 'Be as dark as a cow's arse.'
'Just as long as we can see where we're going, sir,' Alan said. 'If we cannot show a light, even to peek at a boat compass…'
'Steer for the shelling and you'll come right,' Railsford told him, clapping him on the shoulder. 'Off with you now, and pray God for our success.'
'Aye, sir, thank you.'
Alan scrambled down the battens by the manropes and dropped into place at the stern of one of the hastily built barges. The night was indeed perfect for clandestine activities; there was no moon, and if it had been even a sliver, would have been lost in the thick cloud cover that had blown in during the afternoon. There was a slight breeze from the west that predominated over the sea breeze as well, which would require careful balance on the tiller to counteract it and the current of the York.
'Toss your oars,' Alan commanded softly. 'Ship your oars. Quiet, now. Who is senior hand here?'
'Me, sir, Coe.' One of the older men spoke from the darkless, leaning forward to be recognized.
'Rowports muffled with sailcloth?'
'Aye, sir.'
'Very well. Shove off, bowman. Out oars. Give us way, larboard.'
'Gonna be 'ard rowin', sir,' Coe commented from his position of stroke oar, near Alan's knees.
'The tide's making,' Alan told him. 'The rowing will get easier as the night goes on.'
They reached the town docks about nine-thirty in the evening and joined a formless pack of ships' boats and barges that were queuing up to the various piers and gravelly beaches to pick up troops and load them for the trip across the river. By companies, the battalions and regiments were lining up to depart. To avoid confusion, only one regiment or battalion was permitted near the docks at any given time. There were artillerymen whose pieces had been smashed to ruin or who had run out of powder and shell, now armed with muskets taken from the dead and wounded and most uncomfortable in their new role as 'light infantry.' There were troops from the Brigade of Guards—the 17th, the 23rd, the 33rd, and the 71st Highlanders, those that had survived the bombardment and the sickness that had finally struck the camp, as sickness would decimate any large military gathering sooner or later. There were troops from the brigade of light infantry, the 43rd, 76th, and 80th regiments. There were German and Hessian mercenaries from the two battalions of Anspach, the Hessian Regiment Prinz Hereditaire, Hessian Bose Regiment, the Jagers, now not much more than a company of about sixty men remaining, and the provincials from Alan's friends, the North Carolina Volunteers. But nearly two thousand men were in hospital still in Yorktown, and they would not be evacuated since they could not march and fight, nor survive on the poor rations or forage expected after the army had cut its way through the French and Rebels on Gloucester. They would be left behind to the mercies of the victors.
Alan's boat ground ashore on the beach with a rasp of sand and pebbles, and he was immediately swamped with troops intent on escape.
'Avast there a moment,' Alan said as loud as he dared. 'Now, this barge is a lump of shit, and I can only take thirty men with the usual kit and gear or we'll founder out there. Is there an officer or sergeant here?'
