Beneath the aurora

She bore along now, hurrying before the westerly wind and following sea, her weatherbeaten topgallants set above her deep topsails, the forecourse straining and flogging in its bunt and clewlines as it was lowered from the yards on the order 'Let fall!'

'Sheet home!'

The ungainly bulging canvas, constrained by the controlling ropes, was now tamed by the sheets which, with the tacks, were secured from its lower corners and transmitted its driving power to the speeding hull. With the low note of the quartering wind sounding in the taut stays, the frigate ran to the east-north-east.

A moment or two later the topmen, left aloft to make up the gaskets after overhauling the gear and ensuring the large sail was set without mishap, lowered themselves hand over hand to the deck by way of the backstays. Standing by the starboard hance, Drinkwater concluded that he had, like those simian jacks, fallen on his feet.

Evening found them passing the Bell Rock lighthouse, a marvel of modern engineering built as it was upon a tide-washed rock. The brilliance of its reflected light far outclassed the obsolete coal chauffer of the Isle of May, and Birkbeck confidently took his departure bearing from it when it bore well astern.

Having assured himself of the presence of Kestrel, Drinkwater went below. His quarters were small compared to those he had enjoyed on board Patrician, but admirably snug, he told himself, for a voyage to the Norwegian Sea with winter approaching. He settled in his cot with a degree of contentment that might have worried a less elated man. But that day of departure had been, in any case, a day of seduction; if Captain Drinkwater failed to notice any of the many faults that encumbered his command, it was because he had been too long ashore, too long kept from contact with the sea.

And the sea was too indifferent to the fates of men to keep him long in such a placid state of grace.

PART TWO A Portion of Madness

'A portion of madness is a necessary ingredient in the character of an English seaman.'

Lord Howard of Effingham

CHAPTER 5 A Most Prejudicial Circumstance

October 1813

'Pray sit down, Mr Huke.'

Huke threw out his coat-tails and sat on the edge of the chair bolt upright with his hands upon his knees and his elbows inclined slighdy outwards. It was not a posture to put either of the two men at ease.

'I was much taken up with the urgency of departure and communicating the purpose of this voyage to Lieutenant Quilhampton of the Kestrel' If Drinkwater had expected Huke to look from his captain to the cutter, which could be glimpsed through the stern windows when both vessels rode the crest of the wave simultaneously, he was mistaken. Mr Huke's eyes remained disconcertingly upon Drinkwater who wondered, in parentheses, if the man ever blinked.

'Sir,' said Huke in monosyllabic acknowledgement.

'It is proper that I explain something of the matter to you.' Huke merely nodded, which irritated Drinkwater. He felt like the interloper he was, in a borrowed ship and a borrowed cabin, and that this was the light in which this strange man regarded him. He considered offering Huke a glass, but the fellow was so damnably unbending that he would seem to be currying favour if he did. 'Before I do confide in you,' Drinkwater went on pointedly, regretting the necessity of revealing anything to Huke, 'perhaps you will be kind enough to answer a few questions about the ship.'

'Sir.'

'You are up to complement?'

'Within a score of hands, aye.'

'Is that not unusual?'

'We took aboard near twenty men during the last week off Leith. All seaman. Took most of 'em out of a merchantman.'

'Very well. Now the Master reports the stores will hold for three months more…'

'And our magazines are full; we have scarce fired a shot.'

'Did Captain Pardoe not exercise the guns?'

'Oh, aye, sir.'

'I don't follow...'

'Captain Pardoe was not often aboard, sir.'

'Not often aboard?' Drinkwater frowned; he was genuinely puzzled and Huke's evasive answers, though understandable, were confoundedly irritating.

He rose with a sudden impatience, just as the ship lurched and heaved. A huge sea ran up under her quarter, then on beneath her. As he staggered to maintain his equilibrium, Drinkwater's chair crashed backwards and he scrabbled at the beam above his head. From the adjacent pantry came a crash of crockery and a cry of anger. So violent was the movement of the frigate that the perching Huke tumbled from his seat. For a moment the first lieutenant's arms flailed, then his chair upset and he fell awkwardly, his skinny shanks kicking out incongruously. Hanging over the table, Drinkwater noticed the hole worn in the sole of his first lieutenant's right shoe.

He was round the far side of the table and offering the other his hand the moment the ship steadied. 'Here, let me help ... there ... I think a glass to settle us both, eh?'

He was gratified to see a spark of appreciation in Huke's eyes.

'Frampton!'

Pardoe's harrassed servant appeared and Drinkwater ordered a bottle and two glasses.

'We'll have a blow by nightfall,' Drinkwater remarked, as they wedged themselves as best they could; and while they waited for Frampton, Drinkwater filled the silence with a reminiscence.

'This is not the first ship I have joined in a hurry, Mr Huke. I took command of the sloop Melusine in circumstances not dissimilar to this. The captain had become embroiled in a ridiculous affair of honour and left me to make a voyage to the Greenland Sea in a ship I knew nothing of, with officers I did not know. You can doubtless imagine my sentiments then.' [See The Corvette.]

'When was that?' Huke asked, curiosity about his new commander emerging for the first time.

'At the termination of the last peace, the spring of the year three.'

'I was promoted lieutenant that year.'

'Mr Huke,' Drinkwater began, then Frampton appeared and they concentrated on the wine and glasses. 'Did you lose much just now, in the pantry?'

'Aye, sir, two cups and a glass.'

'Oh, a pity.'

'Aye, sir.'

'You were saying, sir?' Huke prompted expectandy.

Drinkwater felt suddenly meanly disobliging. 'I forget,' he said, ' 'twas no matter.'

Huke's face fell, relapsing into its disinterested expression. There was a predictability about the man, Drinkwater thought, to say nothing of a dullness.

'Anyway, your health.' Huke mumbled a reply before his beak of a nose dipped into the glass.

'Ah, I recall, I was asking about Captain Pardoe, his exercising of the crew. They seem reasonably proficient.'

'Aye, they are.'

'Thanks to you?'

'Yes, in part.'

'Well come, Mr Huke,' said Drinkwater, a note of asperity creeping into his voice. 'Do I attribute your lack of respect to your not being unduly used to having an officer superior to yourself on board?'

Drinkwater caught the swift appraising glance of Huke's eyes and knew he had struck home. It had not entirely been guesswork, for in addition to Huke's hints had come a somewhat belated realization that it was odd that Pardoe had turned up on his London doorstep so promptly after Barrow had indicated that the Andromeda could be made available.

'I thought the regulations were quite specific upon the point, expressly forbidding captains to sleep out of their ships ...'

Huke gave a great sigh. 'Very well, since you'll not be content, sir, until you have dredged the bottom of the matter, Pardoe has no interest in the ship and we are cousins. I made up the ship's books and the rest of the officers and crew thought he was detained on parliamentary business. He is the Member for Eyesham ...'