The King's Marauder by Dewey Lambdin

Author:Dewey Lambdin [Lambdin, Dewey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Thomas Dunne Books
Published: 2014-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

The next month at sea entire was spent close along the coast of Andalusia, chasing after anything that dared put out. Sapphire sailed as far East as the approaches to Cartagena, delving into the seas off Murcia. Standing in within three miles or less of major ports, some tempting three-masted ships could be seen that could have served as their transport, but they were all well-guarded by massive shore fortresses and heavy coastal artillery. Equally tempting was the chance that a well-armed cutting-out party might steal into harbour and take one by force, and sail her out in the dead of night, but, whenever they showed up, guard boats full of soldiers appeared, scuttling like cockroaches cross the mouths of those harbours, and close round the ships.

Lewrie could at least take a little comfort from the fact that those ships sat cringing at anchor, unable to carry on any trade, for fear of his ship’s presence. And, in performance of the brief that Thomas Mountjoy had given him, to raise chaos and mayhem, he could also feel some satisfaction that he had terrified the Spanish by going after anything that floated, from coasting trader to fishing boats.

None were suitable to qualify as Good Prize, but they could make grand warning pyres, once overawed and forced to surrender, then taken in close to the coast by temporary prize crews, their masters and sailors freed to make their way ashore in their own boats, then set afire, by day or night. Admittedly, Sapphire pursued more than she caught, and many Spaniards out-ran them, but at least they ran into port to carry the tale of a merciless Inglese warship prowling for prey, which they only escaped by the skin of their teeth, by God’s Mercy. One of their last captures, an old lateen-rigged merchantman that they ran down off Almeria, carried a crew that wailed in terror that el diablo negro, “the black devil”, had caught them!

And Lewrie’s cook, Yeovill, had finally discovered the right amount of water and cous cous to boil up for an edible dish!

* * *

HMS Sapphire stood in towards shore yet another morning, just before dawn. The lower decks had been swept, the upper decks sluiced with water and holystoned, and the wash-deck pumps had been stowed as the hands were released for breakfast. The weather had turned rough, the last two days, with strong winds and high seas that had churned and foamed greenish-white, so it was with a sense of relief that the morning presented light winds and long-set rollers not over five or six feet high.

“Near due West, and we’ll make landfall a bit West of Estepona, sir,” Sailing Master Yelland estimated, bent over the chart, working a pair of brass dividers over it. “About … six miles offshore?”

“At least ’til Noon Sights, Mister Yelland, and then we’ll alter course to Sou’west, or thereabouts,” Lewrie agreed, “and make our way toward the Straits, and into port.”

He stifled a yawn, for he’d slept badly

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