Allday clambered ashore.
'Everything's ready, Captain. A good meal in the cabin.' He snarled at one of the seamen, 'Grab that chest, you oaf, or I'll have your liver!'
The seaman nodded and grinned.
Bolitho was satisfied. Allday's strange charm seemed to be working already. He could curse and fight like a madman if required. But Bolitho had seen him caring for wounded men and knew his other side. It was no wonder that the girls in farms and villages around Falmouth would miss him. Better though for Allday, Bolitho decided. There had been rumours enough lately about his conquests.