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The mulata's hand shot up and seized her arm with an iron grip.
Katherine felt her feet give way, and the next thing she knew she had been flung sideways against the hard rope shrouds.
"_E pada nibi!_" The voice was deep, chilling. Then she turned and advanced menacingly on Winston.
"G.o.d d.a.m.n you!" He shoved her back, then reached to help Katherine.
"Katy, are you all right? Just watch out for her. I wager she's gone mad after all that's happened. If we get time I'll have some of the boys come and take her below."
Again the _Gloucester's_ guns flared, and a whistle sang across the quarterdeck as the shot clipped the railing next to where they were standing. Serina stared wildly at the shattered rail, then at the English man-of-war. Her eyes seemed vacant, as though looking through all she saw.
"Good Christ, Katy, take a look at those skies." Winston felt a chill in his bowels as the lightning blossomed again. "The wind is changing; I can feel it. Something's happening. If we lose a yard, or tear a sail, they'll take us in a minute. All it needs is one quick s.h.i.+ft, too much strain."
As if in response to his words, the hull shuddered, then pitched backward, and Katherine heard a dull crack from somewhere in the rigging.
"Christ." Winston was staring aloft, his face washed in the rain.
She followed his gaze. The mainmast had split, just below the maintop.
The topsail had fallen forward, into the foremast, and had ripped through the foresail. A startled main-topman was dangling helplessly from the side of his round perch. Then something else cracked, and he tumbled toward the deck, landing in the middle of a crowd of terrified seamen huddled by the fo'c'sle door.
"I knew we couldn't bear full sail in this weather. We've just lost a good half of our canvas." He looked back. "You've got to go below now.
Please. And see if you can somehow take that woman with you. We're in very bad trouble. If I was a religious man, I'd be on my knees praying right now."
The _Gloucester's_ guns spoke once more, and a shot clipped the quartergallery only feet below where they were, showering splinters upward through the air.
"Atiba!" Serina was staring down over the railing, toward the hole that had been ripped in the corner of the Great Cabin beneath them.
Then she looked out at the wars.h.i.+p, and the hard voice rose again.
"_Iwo ko lu oniran li oru o nlu u li ossan?"_ Finally her eyes flared and she shouted through the storm, "_Shango. Oyinbo I'o je!"_
Once more the lightning came.
Later he wondered if he might have been praying after all. He remembered how the fork of fire slid down the mainmast of the _Gloucester_, then seemed to envelop the maintop, sending smoke billowing through the tops'ls above. Next it coiled about the mainmast shrouds.
In moments her main tops'l was aflame, as though she'd been caught with fire-arrows. Soon a tongue of the blaze flicked downward and ignited her main course. After that the shrouds began to smolder. Almost immediately her seamen began furling the other sails, and all open gunports were quickly slammed down to stop any shreds of burning canvas from accidentally reaching the gun deck. Next the helmsman threw his weight against the whipstaff to try and take her off the wind.
She was still underway, like a crippled fires.h.i.+p bearing down on them, and for a moment Winston thought they were in even greater danger than before. But then the _Gloucester's _mainmast slowly toppled forward as the shrouds gave way, tearing into the other rigging, and she heeled.
It was impossible to see what followed, because of the rain, but moments later burning spars were drifting across the waves.
"It was the hand of Providence, as I'm a Christian." John Mewes was mounting the quarterdeck, solemn and subdued. A crowd of stunned seamen were following him to gain a better view astern. "The Roundhead wh.o.r.esons were tempting fate. They should've known better than puttin'
to sea with topmasts like those in this d.a.m.n'd weather. Heaven knows, I could have told them."
There was a murmur of a.s.sent from the others. They stood praising the beneficence of G.o.d and watched as the last burning mast disappeared into the rain.
After Winston had lashed the whipstaff in place and ordered the sails shortened, he collapsed against the binnacle.
"It was a miracle, Hugh." Katherine wrapped an arm about him. Her bodice was soaked with rain and sweat. "I think I was praying. When I'd all but forgotten how."
"I've heard of it happening, G.o.d knows. But I've never before seen it.
Just think. If we'd had taller masts, we could well have caught it ourselves."
Now the mood was lightening, as congratulations began to pa.s.s among the men. It was only then Katherine noticed the white s.h.i.+ft at their feet.
The mulatto was crumpled beside the binnacle, still as death.
"John, have somebody come and take that woman below." Winston glanced down. "She looks to have fainted."
"Aye. I was near to faintin' myself, truth to tell."
Finally Winston pulled himself up and surveyed the seamen. "I say well done, masters, one and all. So let's all have a word of thanks to the Almighty . . . and see if we can locate a keg of brandy. This crew has earned it."
Katherine leaned against him as she watched the cheering men head for the main deck. "Where can we go now, Hugh?
There'll soon be a price on our heads in every English settlement from Virginia to Bermuda."
"From the shape of our rigging, I'd guess we're going nowhere for a day or so. We've got to heave-to till the weather lets up, and try to mend those sails. After that I figure we'd best steer north, hope to beat the fleet up to Nevis, where we can careen and maybe lay in some more victuals."
"And then are you really going to try your scheme about Jamaica? With just the men you've got here?"
"Not just yet. You're right about the men. We don't have enough now."
He lowered his voice. "So I'm thinking we'll have to make another stop first."
"Where?"
"There's only one place I know of where we can still find what we'll be needing." He slipped his arm about her waist. "A little island off the north coast of Hispaniola."
"You don't mean Tortuga? The Cow-Killers . . ."
"Now Katy, there's no better time than now to start learning what they're called over there on that side of the Caribbean. I know the Englishmen here in the Caribbees call them the Cow-Killers, but over there we were always known by our French name."
"What's that?"
"Sort of an odd one. You see, since we cured our meat Indian-style, on those greenwood grills they called _boucans_, most seamen over there knew us as the _boucaniers_. And that's the name we kept when we started sailing against the Spaniards."
"You mean . . .?"
"That's right. Try and remember it. Buccaneer."
Book Three
TORTUGA / JAMAICA