'Don't ever go on shore,' Jackson advised. 'Pass the bread barge.'
Louis slid it along the table towards him. Then Jackson continued: 'On shore all is wickedness. Why, London was so wicked that it shocked poor old Staff into joining the King's service and coming to sea. Genoa was so wicked even Rosey could not stand the competition and came to sea. And I wonder about you four -' he gestured at Gilbert, Louis, Auguste and Albert,'- what made you leave Brest?'
Gilbert laughed. 'Well, we are the only ones with a good excuse because we escaped with Mr Ramage and Lady Sarah. The only thing wrong with Brest is Bonaparte's men; they are all murderers.'
Stafford gave a melodramatic sigh. 'Well, it seems the Calypso is a home for us poor refugees!'
'Refugees be damned,' Jackson said. 'I volunteered.'
'I should think so,' said Stafford. 'Revolting, that's what you Americans are! You didn't know when you were well off.'
'I jumped out of the frying pan into the fire when I took the King's shilling,' Jackson said mildly.
'But I bet you took the precaution of getting that Protection first,' Stafford said. 'With an American Protection in your pocket you can get out whenever you want.'
'Aye, I have a Protection,' Jackson admitted, 'but I don't think getting out 'whenever I want' is so easy. I have to apply to an American consul, and there aren't many of them about. That's where Americans get stuck: they can't get leave to go on shore, so they can't get to a consul.'
'Then they shouldn't have joined in the first place,' Stafford said unsympathetically.
'A lot of them don't join, as you well know,' Jackson said stiffly. 'They get pressed into service from some British or neutral ship even though they have Protections just because the officer in charge of the pressgang reckons they're British.'
'They usually are,' said Stafford. 'They just got a Protection at the Customs House - or an American consul - when they managed to get on shore. I've met dozens of British seamen with Protections. After all, what does a Protection prove? Nothing. It just says the man appeared before the Customs officer or consul and said he was an American subject born in such and such a place. He doesn't have to prove it. Then it goes on to say he appears to be a certain age, has a certain colour hair, and so on. Half the Navy have dark brown hair, light complexion and 'stand about five feet eight inches'.'
'You're just bitter because you don't have a Protection,' Jackson said teasingly.
'Oh yes, I do!' exclaimed Stafford. 'I bought it off a chap five years ago. It says my name is Matthew Fletcher and I was born in Wilmington, Delaware. It is signed by the Customs collector there, and it describes me perfectly.'
'Why don't you use it, then?' Jackson asked.
'For the same reason you don't use yours,' Stafford said. 'I'm quite happy where I am.'
'I'll remind you of that when you have one of your fits of grousing,' Jackson said. 'There are times when you sound like the most miserable man on earth.'
'Wot a lie,' Stafford exclaimed. 'Why, 'appy Will Stafford from Bridewell Lane - everybody knows me!'
'Don't lose that Protection,' Jackson advised. 'You might need it some time to save yourself from us.'
Ramage wriggled in the chair, which was too small for a grown man, and he wondered how it had got into the captain's day cabin of the 74-gun ship. Yet the chair was no more uncomfortable than the manner of the captain, Edward Arbuthnot, commanding the Intrepid. Arbuthnot was just the opposite of his admiral: where Rudd was thin and tall, Arbuthnot was stocky and plump. The only similarity, Ramage reflected, was that both men had a shifty manner; neither inspired confidence; they were not the men to find it easy to get credit at a gaming table. They were men, Ramage decided, with whom all transactions would have to be in cash.
'Well, Ramage,' Arbuthnot said, 'since you know where you landed these dam' Frenchmen on Capraia, the Admiral tells me you will act as our pilot.'
Ramage shrugged his shoulders and said politely: 'I don't know what good I will be able to do. The French will have moved since then. I put one group ashore north of the port and the other south. By now they'll probably have joined up at the port - it's the only village on the island.'
'It'll be up to you to find them,' Arbuthnot said shortly. 'You landed them, you find them.'
Ramage saw the trap: Arbuthnot was preparing the way for his own men failing, and was making sure he had a scapegoat ready. The Admiral's orders to me do not say that,' Ramage said carefully.
'Perhaps not, but I do, and I'm the senior officer on this operation,' Arbuthnot said sharply.
'You and the Phoenix will be carrying five hundred troops, as well as your usual ship's company,' Ramage pointed out. 'I'll just have my ship's company.'
'You seem to have plenty of excuses even before you start,' Arbuthnot sneered.
'No, but it shouldn't be too difficult to round up the Frenchmen with all the troops you have at your disposal.'
Clearly Arbuthnot did not want to be reminded of that. 'Rounding them up will not be difficult,' he said. 'But first they must be found.'
'Indeed,' Ramage agreed. 'I can't see them staying in the village after two British 74s and a frigate come and anchor in the bay. If they have any sense they'll take to the hills, and there are plenty of them on Capraia.'
'Well, you find them and tell us where they are, and the troops will come and capture them.'
And that, thought Ramage, is just too blatant.
'If you'll excuse me,' he said, standing up, 'I must go and see Admiral Rudd and get my orders clarified. My orders from him state that I pilot you to where in Capraia I landed the French. You now say you expect me to find the French and lead the troops to them. I am not a soldier, nor do I command any of the troops. I think I need Admiral Rudd's views on the point.'
As Ramage turned to leave the cabin he saw that he had taken the wind out of Arbuthnot's sails. Immediately he too stood up. stretching out a hand placatingly.
'Do sit down again, Ramage; there is no need to bother the Admiral over a small point like this!'
'That's why I want to speak to him: to me it is not a small point. in fact it concerns the whole aim of the operation.'
'Now, now, Ramage,' said Arbuthnot, 'tell me what is bothering you. Do you want some troops to command?'
'The troops are your concern,' Ramage said, determined not to fall into that trap. 'I am just saying that my orders are to show you where I landed the French. I can't be expectecd - nor am I ordered - to comb the island looking for the French: that is why you are carrying five hundred troops, quite apart from your Marines.'
Clearly Arbuthnot did not want the question referred to Rear-Admiral Rudd: obviously his own orders from the Admiral were more in line with how Ramage saw the situation.
'Very well, Ramage, you point out the landing areas and the troops will be landed to round up these fellows,' he said. 'Mind you, I shall expect you to co-operate as best you can.'
'I assure you I will,' Ramage said. 'It's simply that I can't search an island the size of Capraia, with all those mountains, with a handful of Marines and a score of seamen.'
'No, indeed not,' Arbuthnot said. 'You just carry out your orders from the Admiral and co-operate with me and Captain Slade - he commands the Phoenix.' Back in his day cabin on board the Calypso Ramage described the meeting with Arbuthnot to Aitken and Southwick. Aitken, by virtue of being the first lieutenant, was the second-in-command of the frigate and entitled to know what was going on if only because he would take over command if anything happened to Ramage. Southwick, on the other hand, was only a warrant, not a commission officer: he held his rank by warrant, not a commission, and officially he ranked below the fourth lieutenant, the most junior of the commission officers.
Southwick's strength - why he was brought into many discussions to which his rank did not entitle him - was that he had been master of the little Kathleen cutter when Ramage was given her as his first command. Over the following years - when Ramage had been promoted from commanding a cutter to a brig, and then from a brig to a frigate - Southwick had always gone with him as master. Ramage had pulled many strings to arrange it, but to him having Southwick with him was almost as important as the promotion itself.
With his mop of white hair and benign manner of a country parson, Southwick combined common sense and the courage to express it (particularly when his views might not be popular). If Ramage had been asked to describe Southwick's role, he would probably have said he was a benevolent grandfather who, given the chance to board a French ship wielding his great two-handed sword, was given to bouts of violence.
Now, Southwick was comfortably seated in the armchair while Aitken sprawled on the sofa, and Ramage said: 'It seems to me that in the end Arbuthnot is going to expect us to find these damned Frenchmen.'
'What's he going to do with all those soldiers?' Southwick asked. 'We can muster a couple of dozen Marines and a score of sailors: doesn't seem much compared with five hundred soldiers, as well as the Marines from two 74s and a couple of hundred or so seamen.'
Aitken said: 'I don't think Captain Arbuthnot has any faith in the soldiers.'
'That would explain it,' Ramage agreed. 'He doesn't want to risk his reputation on five hundred men from the 38th Regiment of Foot.'
'I can't say I blame him,' Southwick admitted. 'Those men have been parading round Naples and getting soft. Suddenly they are going to have to scramble over those hills and mountains of Capraia in the heat and the dust. These French seamen will probably be the first enemy they've ever seen.'
'At least they're not Neapolitan troops,' Ramage said jokingly. 'If they were, I could understand Arbuthnot's nervousness.'
'Aye,' Southwick said with a contemptuous sniff. 'I wouldn't match five hundred Neapolitans against fifty French seamen. Fifty unarmed French seamen.'
'That's quite a point,' Ramage said. 'These seamen will be unarmed, unless they've been able to find some old blunderbusses and fowling pieces in the port.'
'Did this Captain Arbuthnot strike you as a bit of an old woman, sir?' asked Southwick.
Ramage nodded. 'Yes, and querulous too. I'm inclined to think he's suffering from nervousness at the prospect of handling soldiers.'
'It'd be a joke,' Aitken said, 'if we arrive and find out all the Frenchmen had billeted themselves on houses in the village. It's quite likely because they'll all want a roof over their heads, and the only roofs will be in the village.'
Ramage laughed and said: 'There'll be a few donkey shelters up in the hills. Flea-infested and smelly, but they'd keep the rain out.'
'So what do we do, sir?' enquired Aitken.
'If we have to, we'll send out Rennick with one party of Marines and Sergeant Ferris with another, and Martin and Kenton can take a dozen seamen each - the exercise will do them good. Oh yes, and we'll send off Orsini with a dozen men, too. That'll use up some of his surplus energy.'
'Two parties of Marines and three of seamen,' Aitken said. 'Five search parties. They ought to turn up something.'
'Orsini should be useful: he speaks Italian and French, so he'll be able to question local people if necessary.'
'And bully them, too,' Southwick added. 'They might want encouraging to talk, even though it's for their own good. Very stubborn, these Italian islanders. They
