The King's Privateer by Dewey Lambdin

Author:Dewey Lambdin [Lambdin, Dewey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical
ISBN: 9780449224519
Publisher: Fawcett
Published: 1992-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Choundas,” Twigg told them a week later. “One Guillaume Choundas. His ship, Poisson D’Or, has been out here in the Far East for the last two years. Coincidence? I think not. That’s about the time the first ships began to disappear.”

“I see, sir,” Captain Ayscough nodded. “Awfully young to be a ship’s captain, though. What more do we know of him?”

“Come now, Captain Ayscough,” Twigg sneered, “how many fond daddies get their sons made post-captain at the same age most young officers could only expect their lieutenancy! Admiral Rodney made his sixteen-year-old boy post into a fine frigate soon as he arrived in the West Indies on his last commission.”

“Let me ask again, sir, what do we know of him?” Ayscough retorted with a growl. Twigg had not become any easier to swallow in the past months, and his harshness grated upon their captain most of all, forced as he was into the closest familiarity with him.

“I mean, damme, sir, what a. few Royal Navy officers do for their own don’t mean this pop-in-jay benefits from someone’s ‘interest’ in the same manner,” Ayscough went on. “Who and what the hell is he?”

“He, like your officers and senior hands, Captain Ayscough, is reputed to have been an officer in the French Royal service,” Twigg replied snappishly. “Well thought of at one time, I’m told by certain informants. Commanded a sloop of war, what they call a corvette.”

‘To be well thought of in their fleet, he’d have to be royal himself,” Choate pointed out, snuggling deeper into his coat. Despite a coal-fired heater in their captain’s quarters, it was a cool night, and a stiff wind on the Pearl River made it seem even chillier. “Some duke’s by-blow, at best.”

“Not titled,” Twigg supplied. “A commoner’s lad. From Brittany. Perhaps from St. Malo. I believe his father’s family is in the ... uhm ... fishing trade.”

“Wi’ the profit from his voyages sae far, sir, he could buy any bluidy title he desired once he’s hame,” McTaggart chuckled.

Twigg glared in McTaggart’s direction, shutting him up. Alan was glad he was seated on the stern transom settee, out of range of Twigg’s considerable amount of bile.

“Yet he rose in the French Navy,” Twigg went on.

“Only because he couldn’t get into their Army, most like,” Alan said in spite of himself. “Never made officer with hay still in one’s ears. That takes both a title, and lashings of livres.”

“Quite right, Mister Lewrie,” Twigg allowed, sounding almost pleasant for once. “So why did they not send one of their titled, and successful, frigate captains on this mission?”

“For pretty much the same reason they sent us, sir,” Brainard the sailing master griped. “We’re nobodies. Expendable and not much loss to the Fleet if we fail.”

“Thank you, Mister Brainard. I didn’t know you thought so well of us!” Ayscough laughed bitterly. “If you’re correct, though, one begins to wonder in what repute you were held to be part of our band, eh?”

“Ain’t we a merry crew, Alan?’ Burgess marveled with a cynical shake of his head.

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