The Truelove (Volume Book 15) (AubreyMaturin Novels) by Patrick O'Brian

The Truelove (Volume Book 15) (AubreyMaturin Novels) by Patrick O'Brian

Author:Patrick O'Brian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Published: 1992-10-15T00:00:00+00:00


‘AND SO, SIR – a trifle of crackling?’

‘If you please,’ said Jack, holding out his plate. ‘How I love roast pork.’

‘And so, sir, having left the Franklin astern, I ran as fast as I could to catch up with Heartsease: but that was not very fast, because the privateer’s unlucky broadside had caught us on the heel, well below the waterline, and with the larboard tack aboard the water came spurting in like three conduits under anything more than close-reefed topsails. In any case, the weather turned thick and dirty that night. We never saw the Heartsease again though we kept pegging away with all the sails she could bear, pumping all day and most of the night. We managed to fother the worst of the leaks for a while and stuff some of the rest inboard, but heavy seas undid all our work after some ten days or so, and the hands were dropping with fatigue, so I was obliged to haul up for Annamooka. But how I hope the Heartsease reached Sydney Cove!’

‘She did,’ said Jack, ‘and in consequence of her report I have been sent to deal with the situation. I am now proceeding to Moahu with all possible dispatch.’

‘Oh,’ said Wainwright, laying down his knife and fork and gazing at Captain Aubrey. ‘Are you, by God? I am prodigious glad of it for those poor men we had to leave behind, and for my owners too of course. The Truelove is a fine new vessel, Whitby-built, with a valuable cargo, apart from what we took out. May I come with you? The Daisy may not carry very heavy metal, but I know those waters, I know the people, I speak the language, and we have nineteen prime seamen as well as the officers.’

‘That is a most obliging offer,’ said Jack, ‘but in this case speed is everything. A few degrees north we should find the trades blowing hard and steady, and the Surprise is happiest on a bowline. In those latitudes she has logged well over two hundred miles between noon and noon day after day, and I fear the Daisy could not keep up, even if she were in a fit state to sail.’

‘She has made seven knots, with the wind on her quarter,’ said Wainwright. ‘But I must admit there is no comparison.’

‘I hope to catch him at anchor,’ said Jack. ‘No great seaman, I believe you said?’

‘That was my impression, sir. I am told he has not cruised before; and is a somewhat philosophical, theoretical gent.’

‘Then the sooner his capers are cut short the better. Let us have no benevolent revolutions, no humanitarians, no Goddamned systems, no panaceas. Look at that wicked fellow Cromwell, and those vile Whigs in poor King James’s time, a fine seaman as he was, too. But tell me, what does your damage amount to?’

‘Oh, sir,’ replied Wainwright, brightening, ‘I doubt there is much more than a day’s work for a skilled carpenter and his crew, if we could but have the worst looked to, and just one boat patched so that it might swim.



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