Success To The Brave Part 23

Bolitho looked at him, his eyes seeing nothing but the man's shadow and the great pall of smoke from the chaos in the harbour.

'Well, you're too late!'

He prised the cutla.s.s from Allday's hand and flung it after the disappearing soldiers.

He felt Allday grip his wrist, and saw him looking at him again, his eyes tight with pain.

Allday muttered, 'Don't take on, sir. We beat th' b.u.g.g.e.rs, an' that's no error.'

Boots pounded over the sand and more red coats appeared on every side.

Bolitho said, 'Take him carefully, carefully, lads.' lads.'

He watched four soldiers carry Allday down towards the barge. There were explosions in the distance and voices were calling from every direction. They needed him. There was no time for grief. He had heard that often enough.

But he hurried after the soldiers and gripped Allday's arm.

'Don't leave me, Allday. I need you.' I need you.'

Allday did not open his eyes but seemed to be trying to smile as they lowered him into the boat.

When Bolitho reappeared above the beach the sunlight glanced off his bright epaulettes and a few militiamen gave a cheer.

One of the bargemen, his wounded arm tucked inside his s.h.i.+rt, paused to glare at them.

'Cheer, yew b.u.g.g.e.rs, will yew? 'Cause yew'm safe fer a bit?' He spat contemptuously at their feet. He jerked his head towards Bolitho's shoulders. "E's worth more'n yew an' the whole b.l.o.o.d.y island!"

Bolitho strode through the scrub, some of which had been set alight by drifting sparks from the fire-s.h.i.+p.

Another attack might come at any moment. Keen would be needing help. But nothing seemed to have any substance.

Allday could not die. Not like this. His was the strength of an oak. He must not die. He must not die.

14.

No Better Sentiment.

There were cries of horror and dismay as the harbour entrance was suddenly filled with flames and billowing black smoke. To any sailor fire was one of the greatest enemies. In storm or s.h.i.+pwreck there was always a chance. But when fire rampaged between decks, where everything was tarred, painted or tinder-dry, there was no hope at all.

Lieutenant Quantock dragged his eyes from the blazing Indiaman and shouted, 'What shall we do, sir?' Hatless, and with his hair blowing in the wind, he looked wild and totally unlike Achates' Achates' normally grim-faced second in command. normally grim-faced second in command.

Keen gripped the rail and made himself face the oncoming inferno. Sparrowhawk, Sparrowhawk, the Spanish privateer and now his own the Spanish privateer and now his own Achates. Achates. There was no time to kedge the s.h.i.+p along the harbour. Anyway, most of the boats were away on picket duty. There was no time to kedge the s.h.i.+p along the harbour. Anyway, most of the boats were away on picket duty.

He could feel Quantock staring at him, sailors nearby frozen in various att.i.tudes of alarm and disbelief. One moment they had been jubilant as the Indiaman had pa.s.sed beneath the battery's defences. The next, and the enemy was right here among them and intent on burning them alive.

Keen knew the signs well enough. Hesitation, then panic. n.o.body could be asked or commanded to stand and await death like a beast at slaughter.

Thank G.o.d he had had the s.h.i.+p cleared for action after Mids.h.i.+pman Evans had brought the message from Bolitho.

'Mr Quantock! Load and run out the larboard battery, both decks!' He punched the lieutenant's arm. 'Move yourself!' 'Move yourself!'

Calls trilled and men jerked from their various stances to obey the order. With trucks squeaking on both decks of Achates' Achates' larboard side, the one which lay helpless to the fire-s.h.i.+p, the guns were run out. larboard side, the one which lay helpless to the fire-s.h.i.+p, the guns were run out.

Keen felt the smoke stinging his eyes as he tried to gauge the progress of the other vessel. Her sails were charred remnants and her foremast was burned to a stump. But the wind was all she needed to carry her to her victim. Even as he watched he saw the Indiaman brush almost gently against a moored topsail schooner. Just a mere touch and in seconds the vessel was fiercely ablaze, her anchor-watch splas.h.i.+ng in the water alongside.

'Ready, sir!' Quantock sounded desperate.

Keen found himself thinking of Bolitho. Where was he? Had he gone with some of the patrols to repel an attack from one of the beaches? He tightened his stomach muscles. Maybe Bolitho was dead.

'As you bear!'

He walked to the quarterdeck rail and looked at his gun crews, as he would if they were engaging a living enemy.

'Fire!'

In the confined harbour the roar of the broadside was like a giant thunder-clap. Keen watched the ma.s.s of iron show its pa.s.sage across the water like an opposing wind, felt the deck sway over as if the s.h.i.+p was trying to free herself and escape.

He saw the fire-s.h.i.+p stagger, spars and burning fragments fall around her in tall columns of steam.

'Reload! Steady, men!' That was Mountsteven with his guns. Steady, men!' That was Mountsteven with his guns.

Keen shouted, 'Mr Rooke! Send some hands aloft to douse the sails. Put some others along the gangway.'

The boatswain nodded and hurried away bawling orders. He knew that buckets of water hauled to the upper yards, or flung down over the exposed tumblehome would be next to useless. Like trying to put out a forest fire with a mouthful of spit. But it kept them busy and occupied. No time to feel terror, no time to abandon s.h.i.+p until the last, disciplined moment.

'Fire!'

Keen saw the broadside smash into the Indiaman's forecastle and felt sick with despair as great gouts of flame burst through the holes made by the iron shot.

The master said in a whisper, 'We'll not stand her off, sir.'

Keen did not look at him. Knocker was a careful man and had probably uns.h.i.+pped his chronometer so that it would not go down with the s.h.i.+p.

Keen looked at the grim-faced gun crews with their rammers and sponges, the menacing way that the smoke was curling between the ratlines and shrouds as if the rigging was already ablaze.

He could do nothing to save her. This fine s.h.i.+p which had seen and done so much. Old Katie, Old Katie, they called her. And now . . . they called her. And now . . .

Quantock raised his speaking-trumpet. 'Fire!' 'Fire!'

Tuson, the surgeon, hovered by the ladder, and Keen said, 'You wish to get your wounded on deck?'

That, if anything, might snap the last strand of order. There were not any of Dewar's marines aboard to prevent the stampede once it began. He saw the grateful look in Tuson's eyes and was glad of what he had done.

G.o.ddard, the quartermaster, yelled, 'Look yonder, lads!'

The Indiaman had b.u.mped against another moored craft and that too was well alight, sparks shooting from her hold and adding to the horror.

But it was not that which G.o.ddard had seen.

Keen stared until his eyes throbbed with pain as the little brigantine Vivid Vivid nosed through the smoke and falling fragments, her yards braced as she overreached the other vessel. nosed through the smoke and falling fragments, her yards braced as she overreached the other vessel.

Quantock said hoa.r.s.ely, 'Christ Almighty, she must have followed her through the entrance! It'll be her turn to burn in a moment!'

Keen tore the telescope from a mids.h.i.+pman's fingers and trained it on the advancing wall of flames. In the lens it looked even worse, terrifying, and Keen could feel his mouth and throat going dry as he watched.

He saw Tyrrell's big frame by the tiller as he steered his Vivid Vivid closer and closer to the other vessel's starboard bow. Through the haze of smoke and whirling s.m.u.ts he looked as if he would never budge. Even now the sails were swinging and snapping in the wind, although how Tyrrell's men could find the strength to work at halliards and braces against that heat was a miracle. closer and closer to the other vessel's starboard bow. Through the haze of smoke and whirling s.m.u.ts he looked as if he would never budge. Even now the sails were swinging and snapping in the wind, although how Tyrrell's men could find the strength to work at halliards and braces against that heat was a miracle.

Keen heard shouts from the gun-deck as the first of the wounded were brought from the orlop but did not turn away from the awesome sight in the harbour. He imagined he could feel the heat and knew he could not delay the order to abandon much longer.

'Secure the guns, Mr Quantock.'

He expected a chorus of insults at the absurdity of his order, but instead he heard the squeak of trucks and handspikes as the eighteen-pounders were secured at their ports.

There was a mingled groan as the Vivid's Vivid's masthead pendant vanished in a puff of smoke. Any second now and all the care in the world would not prevent her taking fire. masthead pendant vanished in a puff of smoke. Any second now and all the care in the world would not prevent her taking fire.

Keen saw the two vessels lurch together, the impetus of Vivid's Vivid's full set of sails swinging the fire-s.h.i.+p slightly to larboard. full set of sails swinging the fire-s.h.i.+p slightly to larboard.

Lieutenant Trevenen murmured thickly, 'Vivid's 'Vivid's afire, sir." afire, sir."

Keen watched the flames jumping like terrible demons from rigging to rigging, multiplying and spreading until the fore-course was reduced to ashes.

But Vivid Vivid was holding her way against the other, heavier hull, pus.h.i.+ng her round. There were men too at the point where both vessels were locked together, and moments later Keen saw a splash as one of the Indiaman's anchors was released from the cat-head. Given time the anchor cable would burn through too, but as the flukes dragged along the harbour bed the fire-s.h.i.+p's shape began to lengthen as she took the strain of the cable. was holding her way against the other, heavier hull, pus.h.i.+ng her round. There were men too at the point where both vessels were locked together, and moments later Keen saw a splash as one of the Indiaman's anchors was released from the cat-head. Given time the anchor cable would burn through too, but as the flukes dragged along the harbour bed the fire-s.h.i.+p's shape began to lengthen as she took the strain of the cable.

Her smouldering mizzen and yards cracked and fell in charred fragments alongside and Knocker gasped, 'She's aground, aground, by G.o.d!' by G.o.d!'

Keen nodded, unable to speak. Tyrrell probably knew the harbours hereabouts better than most, and had gauged his action to the second, so that the blazing Indiaman was already pus.h.i.+ng herself firmly into the shallows.

Keen heard himself say, 'Send every boat you can, Mr Quantock.'

Vivid was blazing fiercely. It was almost impossible to see which vessel was which. There was still danger, the s.h.i.+p might refloat herself, or a fragment might drift down on was blazing fiercely. It was almost impossible to see which vessel was which. There was still danger, the s.h.i.+p might refloat herself, or a fragment might drift down on Achates. Achates.

Keen turned and looked at his command. But whatever happened they had stood firm. Like Bolitho had told them. Together.

They were staring up from the gun-deck and watching him. Because of the smoke, and the carefully rationed water aboard s.h.i.+p, they looked more like a mob of filthy buccaneers than jack-tars.

They were cheering now, waving their fists and capering as if they had won a great battle. He saw Quantock looking at him, his eyes bitter. The sailors had at last discarded their dead captain and had adopted Keen.

Keen grinned at them and felt like weeping. Then he made up his mind.

'Call away the gig. I'll fetch Tyrrell myself.'

They found Tyrrell and most of his small crew clinging to a spar and half an upturned boat.

And there too was Adam Bolitho, half-naked and with a livid burn on one shoulder.

Tyrrell allowed himself to be hauled into the stern-sheets where he slumped and looked across at the remains of his brigantine.

She was already burned to the water-line. Unrecognizable.

Keen said, 'I'm sorry for what happened and the way I treated you. It was a close thing. You lost your s.h.i.+p but you saved mine.'

Tyrrell barely heard him. He put his arm around Adam's shoulders and said roughly, 'Seems to me, you an' me both lost somethin', eh?'

As the gig approached Achates' Achates' side the seamen ran along the gangway and swarmed into the shrouds to cheer as Tyrrell looked up at them. side the seamen ran along the gangway and swarmed into the shrouds to cheer as Tyrrell looked up at them.

Keen said, 'They're grateful to you.'

'Quite right too.'

Tyrrell looked at his wooden leg; even that had been charred by the blaze. What was the point of going over it again? If Achates Achates had not been here when the attack had started, none of this would have happened. He looked at his beloved had not been here when the attack had started, none of this would have happened. He looked at his beloved Vivid Vivid as she broke in halves and slipped into the shallows in a rising cloud of steam. And as she broke in halves and slipped into the shallows in a rising cloud of steam. And Vivid Vivid would still be his. would still be his.

He felt the young lieutenant's hand on his arm as he said quietly, 'We'll both get another chance one day, Jethro.'

Tyrrell bared his teeth. 'Sure as h.e.l.l hope so. Can't spend the rest of my days lookin' after you!'

Keen stood by Bolitho's table and watched him with concern. He had noticed that Bolitho had been studying the day's log of events but that his eyes rarely moved.

Keen said, 'Mr Mansel, the purser, reports that fresh fruit and vegetables have been coming on board from the town, sir. It is still arriving. They don't seem to be able to do enough for us now.'

Bolitho smoothed out the papers on his table. Now. Now. That word said so much. He heard Ozzard tiptoeing behind him to close the stern windows as dusk filled the harbour with shadows once more. But there were still a few sparks and glowing embers to mark where the fire-s.h.i.+p lay in the shallows. It was only this morning when he had pa.s.sed the time with Lieutenant Lemoine at the fortress. That word said so much. He heard Ozzard tiptoeing behind him to close the stern windows as dusk filled the harbour with shadows once more. But there were still a few sparks and glowing embers to mark where the fire-s.h.i.+p lay in the shallows. It was only this morning when he had pa.s.sed the time with Lieutenant Lemoine at the fortress.

Keen knew Bolitho needed to be alone but was unwilling to leave him. He recalled his own shock when the barge had hooked on to the chains and he had seen Allday carried aboard as if already dead.

All his other feelings had been scattered like the ashes of the fire-s.h.i.+p.

Pride in his men, of what they had done in spite of the terrible danger. A deep, inner satisfaction that he had not broken under the strain. Neither seemed to count any more. Allday had become part of his life too. In fact, when he thought about it, most of the people he knew and cared for had been helped and influenced by Bolitho's c.o.xswain.

At times like this Allday would have been the one to enter the cabin and gently hustle away unwanted visitors, like his dog had once done when he had been a shepherd in Cornwall.

Now he lay in Bolitho's own sleeping quarters, a sword-thrust in his chest which had even shocked the taciturn surgeon.

Keen tried again. 'We took several prisoners, sir. The crew of the fire-s.h.i.+p, some soldiers from the mission too. You were right. They are all Spaniards from La Guaira. After this the Dons will never dare to attack San Felipe. The whole world will know what they did. I would give little hope for their heads when their King is told of their bungling.'

Bolitho leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He could still smell smoke. Could see Allday's attempt to smile just for his benefit.

He said, 'Tomorrow I will draft a report for Sir Hayward Sheaffe.' London would be grey and wet in September, he thought vaguely. 'After that it will be up to Parliament."

His words seemed to mock him. What did any of it matter?

'But for the moment it can wait.'

He looked up sharply but it was only one of the duty watch pacing the p.o.o.p overhead.