O'Brian Patrick - Aub-Mat 20 - Blue at the Mizzen

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PATRICK O'BRIAN

Blue at the Mizzen

Chapter One

The Surprise, lying well out in the channel with Gibraltar half a mile away on her starboard

quarter, lying at a single anchor with her head to the freshening north-west breeze, piped

all hands at four bells in the afternoon watch; and at the cheerful sound her tender Ringle,

detached once more on a private errand by Lord Keith, cheered with the utmost good will,

while the Surprises turned out with a wonderful readiness, laughing, beaming and

thumping one another on the back in spite of a strong promise of rain and a heavy sea

running already. Many had put on their best clothes - embroidered waistcoats, and silk

Barcelona handkerchiefs around their necks - for the Surprises and their captain, Jack

Aubrey, had taken a very elegant prize indeed, a Moorish galley laden with gold, no less -

a galley that had fired on Surprise first, thus qualifying herself as a pirate, so that the

prize-court, sitting at the pressing request of Captain Aubrey's friend Admiral Lord Keith,

had condemned her out of hand: a perfectly lawful prize, to be shared according to the

usage of the sea, or more exactly according to the Prize Law of 1808.

And now they were all on deck, radiating joy and facing aft on the larboard side of the

quarterdeck in the usual disorderly naval heap, gazing at their captain, his officers, the

purser and the clerk, ranged athwartships and facing forward on either side of some

charming barrels. These had been brought aboard by a guard of Marines, heavily sealed:

but now their heads had been taken off (though carefully numbered and preserved by the

cooper) and it was apparent that their bodies were filled with coin. The gold was

somewhat unorthodox, it having been captured in small uneven ingots which the Gibraltar

goldsmiths had cast into smooth shining disks each marked 13oz Troy: one hundred and

thirty grains Troy weight: but the silver and copper were in their usual homely forms.

The echo of the fourth bell and the cheering died: the clerk, catching his captain's nod,

called 'John Anderson'. Since no one else aboard Surprise in this commission had ever

come earlier in the alphabet it was no surprise to John Anderson or his shipmates; and

although he was ordinarily shy and awkward he now stepped aft quite happily to the

capstan-head: taking off his hat, he touched his forelock and cried, 'John Anderson, sir, if

you please: ordinary, larboard watch, afterguard.' The clerk followed this conscientiously in

the book though he knew it all by heart; said, 'Very well: one hundred and fifty-seventh

part of a half-share: hold out your hat.' And plunging his right hand into the barrel of gold

he drew out first one handful of disks and counted them into the hat, 'One, two . . . ten.'

Plunged again, counted out seven more, said 'Wait a minute' to Anderson and to his little

dark shrewish assistant at the other two barrels, 'Seventeen and fourpence.' Then to

Anderson again, 'That makes seventeen pound, seventeen shillings and fourpence: and

here is your witnessed paper asking for three hundred and sixty-five pound to be remitted

to Mrs Anderson. Are you content?'

'Oh dearie me, yes,' said Anderson, laughing. 'Oh yes, sir, quite content.'

'Then sign here,' said the clerk: but seeing Anderson's uneasy look, he murmured, 'Well,

just make your mark in the bottom corner.'

And so it went, right through the list: there were a few men with no dependants of any

kind, and they walked off with the entire hundred and fifty-seventh part of half the splendid

prize; but most over thirty had yielded to the representations of their captain and divisional

officers to send at least some money home; and all eagerly agreed with the clerk's

reckoning. At one time Stephen Maturin, the frigate's surgeon, had been calculating the

degree of literacy aboard; but melancholy, no doubt helped by the increasing wind and the

spindrift, had welled up and he lost count among the names beginning with N. 'How I do

wish,' he murmured to Jack in a moment's pause, 'that William and his Ringles might have

been here.'

'So do I indeed: but, you know, as a privately-owned tender to what is in fact a

hydrographical vessel I do not think they would stand in line for more than fourpence. In

any case I could not refuse Lord Keith - he had no other suitable craft at hand - he asked it

as a personal favour. And I owe him a great deal: I owe both of them a great deal.'

'Of course, of course: it was only that I should have liked some of the younger ones to

accept a gold piece, by way of memento,' said Stephen. 'How the waves increase! The

darkness thickens.'

'They will rejoin at Madeira,' said Jack. 'And then you can give them their gold pieces.'

They talked on quietly until Jack realized that Willis and Younghusband had been dealt

with, and that once Moses Zachary, one of Surprise's very old Sethian hands, had

stopped chuckling over the coins that he obscurely insisted upon stuffing or trying to stuff

into a variety of little inadequate triangular pockets it would be time for him as captain to

wind up proceedings.

But the proceedings would not be wound up: in spite of the gathering darkness and the

now quite vicious driving rain some hand, probably Giles, captain of the foretop, called out

'It's all along of the unicorn's horn - it's all along of the glorious hand. Huzzay, three times

huzzay for the Doctor.'

Lord, how they cheered their surgeon! It was he who had brought the narwhal's tusk

aboard: and the severed hand, the Hand of Glory, was his property: both symbolized (and

practically guaranteed) immense good fortune, virility, safety from poison or any disease

you chose to name: and both had proved their worth.

Jack Aubrey was a taut captain: he had been brought up by commanders who looked

upon exact discipline and exact gunfire as of equal importance in a man-of-war, but on

this occasion he knew that he had nothing whatsoever to say; and speaking privately to

his first lieutenant he observed, 'Mr. Harding, when things are a little calmer, let us weigh

and proceed south-west by west with all the sail she can bear. If any King's ship hails or

signals you will reply carrying dispatches and pursue your course, touching neither sheet

nor brace.'

'South-west by west it is, sir: and carrying dispatches,' said Harding, and Jack, steadying

Stephen by the elbow - the frigate was pitching quite violently by now - guided him to the

great cabin, where they sat at their ease on the cushioned stern-lockers that ran across

the ship under the elegant, remarkably elegant sash-lights that gave on to the sea.

'I am afraid it is going to turn out a truly dirty night,' said Jack. He stood up and in his sure-

footed seaman's way walked over to his barometer. 'Yes,' he said. 'Dirtier than I had

thought.' He came back and gazed out at the darkness, full of rain and flying water from

the ship's bow-wave, more and more as she increased her way. 'But, however,' he went

on, 'I am most heartily glad to be at sea. At one time I thought it could never be done . . .

indeed, without Queenie and Lord Keith it never would have been done.' The stern-

lanterns were now lighting up the frigate's wake - exceptionally broad, white and agitated

for a ship with such fine lines - but in spite of the brilliance just aft he could still clearly

make out the distant red glow above Gibraltar, where they were still keeping it up in spite

of the wind and the rain.

For his own part he had had quite enough of the junketing, especially that part of it which

consisted of patriotic songs, self-praise and mocking the French, who had after all gone

down fighting, outnumbered, with the utmost gallantry - gibes that very often came from

those who had had nothing whatsoever to do with the war. Even Maturin, though he

loathed the whole Napoleonic system root and branch, could not bear the obscene,

gloating caricatures of Bonaparte that were everywhere to be seen, a penny plain and up

to as much as fourpence coloured.

'Do you remember Malta, when there was a payment of six dollars a head for one-share

men?' asked Jack. 'No, of course you do not: you were at the hospital, looking after poor

Hopkins's leg. Well, I thought it would answer, with a settled, steady crew of seamen: and

they certainly expected it, the bag of silver having been hauled out of the trabacolo's cabin

and spilt on deck. But I was wrong: once ashore they kicked up Bob's a-dying to a most

shocking extent and then set about the soldiery.'

'Indeed I remember it. My colleagues and I had to treat many of them: contusions, mostly,

and some quite important fractures.'

'So you did . . .' said Jack, shaking his head: then he stopped, listened intently, and ran on

deck. Coming back, he wiped the foam and rain from his face with an habitual gesture and

said, 'Fore topmast staysail carried away - a damned awkward veering wind and as black

as the Devil's arse. But young Wilcox was up there before I reached the fo'c'sle and they

were tallying the new sheet aft as though it were broad daylight and the sea as smooth as

a pond. But there you are: that is your seaman. He can put up with uncommon dirty

weather, endure great hardship and very short commons - a good, steady, courageous,

uncomplaining creature under officers he can respect. He will bear all that, and sometimes

harsh punishment, shipwreck and scurvy. What he cannot bear is sudden wealth. It goes

straight to their heads, and if there is the least possibility they get drunk and disorderly,

and desert in droves. In Malta it was not so bad. With the help of the whores their six

dollars were soon spent; and on an island there was no chance of deserting.

But now the case is altered, and each damn-fool hand with fifty guineas in his pocket

would have been blind drunk, poxed and stripped before Sunday, had we not got away:

besides - what is it, Killick?'

'Which we shall have to ship washboards athwart the coach door: green seas is coming

aft as far as the capstan, and getting worse every minute. I doubt we'll ever get your

toasted cheese up dry, without I bring up the spirit-stove and do it here.'

'Who has the deck at the moment?'

'Why, the Master, sir, in course: and he's just sent Mr. Daniel and a couple of strong

hands aloft with a spare lantern. Which the top-light came adrift again. And sir-'

addressing Stephen - 'your mate - I beg his pardon: Dr. Jacob as I ought to say - has had

a nasty tumble. Blood all over the gunroom.'

Stephen tried to leap to his feet, but the roll of the ship pressed him back: and when he

made a second attempt on the larboard heave it flung him forward with shocking force.

Both the captain and the captain's steward had the same notion of Stephen's seamanship,

however: between them they held him steady, and Jack, grasping his windward elbow,

guided him through the coach - the anteroom, as it were, to the great cabin - and so out

on to the deck, where the blast, the utter darkness, thick with racing spindrift, rain, and

even solid bodies of sea-water, took his breath away, used though he was to the

extremities of weather.

'Mr. Woodbine,' called Jack.

'Sir,' replied the Master, just beside the wheel, where the faint glow of the binnacle could

be made out by eyes growing accustomed to the darkness.

'How is the top-light coming along?'

'I am afraid we shall have to rouse out the armourer, sir: I doubt Mr. Daniel can fix the

bracket without heavy tools.' Then raising his voice he called to the quartermaster

stationed to windward, watching the weather-leeches. 'Higgs, hail the top and ask if Mr.

Daniel would like the armourer.' Higgs had an enormous voice and very keen ears:

through all the shrieking of the wind in the rigging and its roaring changes he conveyed

and received the message. By this time Stephen could make out the small hand-lantern

high among the pattern of sails, all as close-hauled as ever they could be, with the frigate

plunging westward through the tumultuous seas. He could also see the faint light reflected

from the companion-ladder; and towards this he crept, holding on to everything that

offered, bowed against the wind and the blinding rain. But with each tentative step he took

down, the frantic uneven roll grew less - a question, as Jack had often told him, of the

centre of gravity. Yet a most discreditable scene it was when he opened the larboard door

of the bright-lit gunroom. Here were men, accustomed to bloodshed from their childhood,

now running about like a parcel of hens, mopping Jacob's arm with their napkins, giving

advice, proffering glasses of water, wine, brandy, loosening his neckcloth, undoing his

breeches at the waist and the knee. The purser was literally wringing his hands.

'Pass the word for Poll Skeeping,' cried Stephen in a harsh peremptory tone. He thrust

them aside irrespective of rank, whipped out a lancet (always in a side-pocket), slit

Jacob's sleeve up to the shoulder, cut the shirt away, uncovered the spurting brachial

artery and two other ample sources of blood on the same limb. In turning a complete

somersault over both his chair and a small stool with a glass in his hand, at the moment of

a double rise on the part of the frigate followed by a sickening plunge, Jacob had contrived

not only to stun himself but also to shatter the glass, whose broad, sharp-edged sides had

severed the artery and many other smaller but still considerable vessels.

Poll came at a run, carrying bandages, gut-threaded needles, pledgets and splints.

Stephen, who had his thumb on the most important pressure-point, desired the members

of the gunroom to stand back, right back; and Poll instantly set about swabbing, dressing

and even tidying the patient before he was carried off to a sick-berth cot.

All this had called for a good deal of explanation and comment: and when Jack came

below, telling Mr. Harding that they were making truly remarkable way, barely six points off

the wind, the whole tedious thing seemed to be happening again, with people showing just

what had happened and how it had happened, when a truly enormous, an utterly shocking

crash checked the frigate's way entirely, thrusting her off her course and swinging the

lanterns so violently against the deck overhead that two went out - a crash that drove all

discussion of Jacob's injuries far, far from the collective mind. Jack shot up on deck,

followed by the whole gunroom.

He could at first see nothing in the roaring darkness: but Whewell, the officer of the watch,

told him that the forward starboard lookout had hailed 'Light on the starboard bow'

seconds before the enormous impact; that he himself had seen a huge, dark, and

otherwise lightless craft coming right before the wind at ten knots or more, strike the

frigate's bows, cross her shattered stem and run down her larboard side, her yards

sweeping Surprise's shrouds but always breaking free. A very heavy Scandinavian timber-

carrier, he thought: ship-rigged. Could see no name, no port, no flag. No hail came across.

He had roused out the bosun and the carpenter - they would report in a moment - the ship

was steering still, though she sagged to leeward.

Jack ran forward to meet them. 'Bowsprit and most of the head carried away, sir,' said the

carpenter.

'Nor I shouldn't answer for the foremast,' said the bosun.

A carpenter's mate addressed his chief: 'We'm making water: five ton a minute,' in a tone

of penetrating anxiety that affected all who heard him.

Harding had already called all hands, and as they came tumbling up Jack put the ship

before the wind, furling everything but the main and fore courses and manning the pumps.

She answered her helm slowly, and she sailed slowly; but once Jack had her with the very

strong wind and the short, pounding sea on her uninjured larboard quarter she no longer

gave him that desperate sense of being about to founder any minute; and he and the

carpenter and Harding, each with a lantern, made their tour of inspection: what they found

was very, very bad - bowsprit, head and all the gear swept clean away - headsails gone,

of course; and there were certainly some sprung butts lower down. But by the end of the

middle watch, with the carpenter and his mates working as men will work with water

pouring into their ship, the pumps were holding their own, or even very slightly gaining on

the influx. 'Oh, it's only makeshift stuff, you know, sir,' said the carpenter. 'And if ever you

can bring her inside the mole and so into the yard, I shall forswear evil living and give half

my prize-money to the poor: for it is only the yard that can make her anything like

seaworthy. God send we may creep inside that lovely old mole again.'

They did creep inside that lovely old mole again, and there they spent the remaining hours

of the night in relative peace, the wind howling overhead but sending no more than wafts

of foam and sometimes even webs of seaweed into their part of the harbour.

Early in the calm of the morning they made their way down the New Mole and the Naval

Yard, doing what little they could to make the ship more nearly presentable (though for all

their labour she still looked like a handsome woman who has been very severely beaten

and had her nose cut off short), and Jack having sent to ask after Jacob - 'Tolerable for

the moment, but it is still too soon to speak, and Dr. Maturin begs to be excused from

breakfast' - sat down to his steak; and as he ate it so he made notes on the folded piece of

paper by his side. Then he ate all the toast in his own rack and trespassed on Stephen's,

drinking large quantities of coffee: more nearly human now, after a night almost as rough

as any he had known (though mercifully short) he passed the word for his clerk. 'Mr.

Adams,' he said, 'should you like a cup of coffee before we begin Lord Barmouth's letter

and the report?'

'Oh yes, sir, if you please. The berth drinks tea, which is no sort of a compensation for

such a night.'

The letter was simplicity itself: Captain Aubrey presented his compliments and begged to

enclose his report of the previous night's events and the damages caused thereby; and it

ended with a request that Captain Aubrey might have the honour of waiting on his

Lordship as soon as might be convenient. 'And please have that taken up directly by our

most respectable-looking midshipman.'

Adams pondered, shook his head, and then observed, 'Well, I have heard Mr. Wells

described as a pretty boy.'

'Poor little chap. Well, when you have written the report fair, let Mr. Harding know, with my

compliments, that I should like Mr. Wells to be washed twice: he is to put on his number

one uniform, a round hat and dirk. And perhaps Mr. Harding would send . . . would send

some reliable man to see him there and back.' Bonden's name had been in his throat and

the checking of it caused an oddly searing pain: so many shipmates gone, but never a one

to touch him for true worth.

Harding's choice, a grave quartermaster, brought Mr. Wells back, and Mr. Wells brought

Captain Aubrey word that the Commander-in-Chief would receive him at half-past five

o'clock.

Jack was there with naval punctuality, and with naval punctuality Lord Barmouth turned

his secretary out of the room: yet no sooner had Jack walked in than one of the two doors

behind the Admiral's desk opened and his wife appeared. 'Why, Cousin Jack, my dear,'

she cried, 'how delightful to see you again so soon! Though I fear you had a very horrid

time of it, with that blackguardly great merchantman - Barmouth,' she said in an aside,

laying her hand on her husband's arm, 'the Keiths will be charmed, and Queenie asks may

she bring Mr. Wright? Cousin Jack, you will come, will you not? I know how sailors detest

a late dinner, but I promise you shall be fed at a reasonably Christian hour. And you must

tell us every last detail - Queenie was terribly concerned to hear how poor Surprise had

suffered.' Isobel Barmouth was and always had been a spirited creature, not to be put

down easily nor yet made to leave the room. But she was by no means a fool and it was

clear to her that obstinacy at this point might do Jack more harm than anything Barmouth

could inflict on her. The Admiral was a brave and capable sailor; he had had a remarkable

career; and as her guardians had pointed out he was an excellent match. But for all his

courage and his admitted virtues, she knew that he was capable of a shabby thing.

When the door had closed behind her, Barmouth sat down to Jack's report: he said, 'I

have given orders to all the few cruisers I have at sea to watch out very carefully for any

vessel remotely resembling the ship that crossed your bows: judging by the shocking

amount of damage you received' -tapping the long, detailed list in Jack's report - 'she

should be pretty recognizable. Even a liner must have suffered terribly from such an

impact, and from what I gather she was not much more than a fair-sized Baltic

merchantman. However, that is another matter: what I am really concerned about is the

present condition of Surprise: I wonder you can keep her afloat.'

'We are very fast to the mole, my Lord; and we keep the pumps going watch and watch.'

'Yes, yes: I dare say: but what worries me is this. Having fulfilled - and very handsomely

fulfilled - Lord Keith's orders, you now revert to your former status: a hydrogra-phical

vessel - I think a hired hydrographical vessel intended by the appropriate department for

the survey of Magellan's Strait and the southern coasts of Chile. You are completely

detached from my command in the Mediterranean; and although I should like to - what

shall I say? - to virtually rebuild your ship, if only in recognition of your most spirited

capture of that damned galley, I cannot wrong my men-of-war who are waiting for urgent

repairs, by giving a hydrogra-pher precedence. A man-of-war must come first.'

'Very well, my Lord,' said Jack. 'But may I at least beg for a somewhat less exposed

berth?'

'It may be possible,' said the Admiral. 'I shall have a word with Hancock about it. But now,'

he went on, rising, 'I must say good-bye until dinner-time.'

Jack arrived, neat and trim: in good time, of course, but time not quite so good as the

Keiths. He was very kindly greeted by Queenie and Isobel Barmouth, yet with the brutality

of childhood acquaintance he broke away from them and strode over to Lord Keith, whom

he thanked very heartily indeed for his intervention with the prize-court functionaries. 'Nay,

nay, never speak of it, my dear Aubrey: no, no - these gentlemen are very well known to

me - I am acquaint with their little ways - and they are aware that they must not practise

upon me or my friends. But Aubrey, I must beg your pardon for keeping Ringle away from

you: she would have been wonderfully useful in pursuing that vile great Hamburger or

whatever she was that so cruelly stove in your beak and bows. I was looking at Surprise

this morning, and I wondered that you ever managed to bring her in.'

'We were blessed with a following wind and sea, my Lord; and with a mere handkerchief

spread on the fore topsail yard we just had steerage-way: but it was nip and tuck."

'I am sure it was,' said Keith, shaking his head. 'I am sure it was.' He considered for a

while, sipping his glass of Plymouth gin, and then said, 'But I must tell you what an

excellent young man you have in William Reade. He handled his schooner admirably, and

he did everything I asked. But I am afraid you must have missed him sadly when you had

to make the mole, and when you hoped to identify the villain.'

'We did, sir: but what really grieves me is that I find that as the commander of a privately-

owned tender, and being absent, he scarcely shares in the prize at all; and with the Navy

being laid up again now that Boney is taken, or put into ordinary or just left to rot, he is

very unlikely to get another ship in the near future, if indeed at all, and an ordinary

lieutenant's share would have been uncommon useful. Peace is no doubt a very good

thing, but. . .'

At this point Lady Barmouth greeted two late arrivals, Colonel and Mrs. Roche; and

introductions were barely over before she was told that dinner was served.

This was not a formal party, arranged some time earlier, and there were not enough

women to go round. Jack found himself sitting on Isobel's left, opposite Lord Keith, while

his other neighbour was Colonel Roche, obviously a newcomer. 'I believe, sir,' said Jack

to him, after a few inconsequential exchanges, 'that you were at Waterloo?'

'I was indeed, sir,' replied the soldier, 'and a very moving experience I found it.'

'Was you able to see much? In the few fleet actions I have known, apart from the Nile, I

could make out precious little, because of the smoke; and afterwards most people gave

quite different accounts.'

'I had the honour of being one of the Duke's aides-decamp, and he nearly always took up

a position from which he - and of course we underlings - could see a great stretch of

country. As you know, I am sure, the whole engagement took several days, which I think

is not usual with fights at sea, but the one I remember best was the eighteenth - the

eighteenth of June, the culmination.'

'I should take it very kindly if you would give me a blow-by-blow account.'

Roche looked at him attentively, saw that he was in earnest, very much in earnest, and

went on, 'Well, during the night there had been very, very heavy rain - communications

had always been extremely difficult on both sides, with messengers being shot or

captured or merely losing their way - but we did know that the Prussians had been very

severely handled at Ligny, losing about twelve thousand men and most of their guns, that

Blucher himself had had his horse shot under him and had been ridden over in the

cavalry-charge. Many of us thought that the Prussians could not soon recover from such a

blow; and that even if they did, Gneisenau, who would replace the injured Blucher and

who was no friend of ours, could not be expected to bring them to battle. During the night

a message came saying that Blucher was coming with two or possibly four corps: it

pleased some people, but most of us did not believe it. I think the Duke did: anyhow, he

decided to accept battle, occupying Mont Saint-Jean, Hougoumont and La Haye Sainte

with about sixty-eight thousand men and a hundred and fifty-six guns as against

Napoleon's seventy-four thousand and two hundred and forty-six guns. The French

cavalry regiments were much hampered by the rain-soaked ground, the artillery even

more so, and it was not until after eleven in the morning that the enemy, drawn up in three

lines on the opposite slope, about three-quarters of a mile away, sent a division to attack

Hougoumont. They were beaten back: but now the real battle began, with eighty French

guns drawing up to batter La Haye Sainte, the centre, to weaken the forces stationed

there before the more serious attack, and ..."

'Should you like some more soup, sir?' asked the servant.

'Oh go away, Wallop,' cried Lord Barmouth: the whole table had in fact been listening

closely to Roche's account, by far the most informed and authoritative they had yet heard.

'Sir,' went on Lord Barmouth, as Wallop vanished, 'may I beg you to place a bottle or two,

or some pieces of bread, in the vital places, so that we mere sailors can follow the

manoeuvres?'

'Of course,' said Roche, seizing a basket of rolls. 'This is just a rough approximation, but it

gives the general sense - Hougoumont, La Haye Sainte, the emperor's centre right over

on that side of the table, the Paris wood and some other woods beyond it at Lord

Barmouth's end. Now this piece of bread is Hougoumont, and upon the rise stood the

base of a ruined mill: I was on top of it, gazing at the general array, sweeping the

countryside with my glass, and I saw a curious movement at the edge of the woods by

Chapelle Saint-Lambert: a dark mass, a dark blueish mass - a Prussian blue. I counted

the formations as soberly as I could and then leapt down. I said, 'By your leave, sir: at

least one Prussian corps is advancing from Saint-Lambert, some five miles away.' This

was at about half-past four. The Duke nodded, took my glass and directed it at the

emperor: within a few minutes French staff-officers were galloping in various directions.

Cavalry squadrons and some infantry left their positions, moving in the direction of the

Prussians; while within a very short time Marshal Ney attacked the Allied centre. But his

men failed to storm La Haye Sainte and two of Lord Uxbridge's cavalry brigades rode right

over them, capturing two eagles, but paying heavily when fresh enemy squadrons took

them in the flank.'

'Pray, sir,' asked Mr. Wright, a scientific gentleman, 'what are eagles, in this sense?'

'Why, sir, they are much the same as colours with us - a disgrace to lose, a triumph to

win.'

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