Jack wished his men good luck and thanked them for their duty. Then he went back up top and got his four musicians together and ordered them to scatter sand over the deck to soak up the blood that was expected to flow. Nothing worse than fighting a battle on a slick deck with the boat pitching at funny angles due to wind, steering, and incoming cannon fire. Once that had been accomplished, he had them stack ammunition in various areas of the deck. Finally, they soaked dozens of blankets in water in preparation for putting out fires.
"Look sharp!" Jack called to the helmsman, for once the battle started, the enemy would try to shoot the helmsman first, in order to nullify the steering.
"Sail ho!" cried Roberts from the crow's nest.
Just as Jack predicted, The Viceroy was moving fast under full sail, heading directly toward them from the east. Roberts gave the signal to the swimmers, and they knocked their lamps over and lit the pitch. The sailors on The Viceroy would see the smoke, but it wouldn't dissuade them from attacking, since they were under the impression they were attacking a boat manned by a skeleton crew.
As she approached, Jack had his men stand quiet. Roberts gave the signal and the swimmers began kicking their legs, propelling the flaming boats toward each other. By the time The Viceroy 's captain realized the burning boats were part of a plan, it was too late. He ordered the boat to come about sooner than the crew expected, and they got caught with their sails fluttering. That gave Jack's men not only a broad target to shoot at, but also a slow-moving one. Four cannons fired on Jack's command, and the other four crews watched to see the result. One chain shot hit the bottom of the ship, the other three fell short. As the four crews began reloading, the other four adjusted the height and fired.
Three direct hits, but no mast damage. The Viceroy had made the adjustment, and stood parallel to The Fortress, separated by some fifty yards of ocean. As she made ready to fire her cannons she was struck once, then a second time by Jack's burning shore boats. The swimmers had built up enough speed that upon impact, the shore boats knocked yards of flaming pitch onto the fore and aft hulls: a death blow to a wooden ship like The Viceroy.
By then two of Jack's cannon crew had reloaded. They fired. One of them found their target, the main mast. When the mast was cut, everyone on The Viceroy felt the impact, and it delayed their cannon crews a few seconds.
Which was all Jack needed.
Two more crews were reloaded, and Jack ordered them to fire, which they did, aiming at The Viceroy's gun ports. The impact was sufficient to delay their shot again, and now, with no main mast, burning from both ends, she was a sitting duck. Jack's first four crews began reloading while the second four cannon crews fired and destroyed four more gun ports.
Jack ordered two shore boats lowered to pick up his swimmers. While that was going on, The Viceroy finally managed to get off three cannon shots, but two missed and the third caused only minor damage. Jack had his crew come about and they circled the wounded ship until they were at a right angle to it. From there, Jack's guns could shoot but The Viceroy's could not. Jack waited until all eight guns were ready, then he gave the signal, and all eight sent chain shot directly into the bow. The Viceroy lurched downward. In one last act of determination, her crew attempted to hurl grenades, but The Fortress was out of range. Realizing the battle was lost, The Viceroy's captain ran up the white flag, but by then she was in flames to the point that Jack's men could do nothing but watch her burn. Enemy sailors screamed and jumped into the water, hoping to swim their way to shore, but Jack doubted any would make it.
Martin, who in Pim's absence had been promoted to Quarter-Master, said, "Want me to lower some boats? We can follow and shoot them as they swim."
Jack said, "No, let them be."
"But what if they make it to shore?"
"In my mind, any sailor who can swim that far in these conditions deserves to live."
Chapter 22
Jack trained his spyglass on the town of St. Alban's. Having heard the cannon fire a scant half mile from shore, hundreds of residents had gathered to witness the naval battle. Now they began dispersing, fearing the worst. Jack ordered his men to bring the ship into port at downtown St. Alban's. Once there, a boat was lowered, and ten men rowed to the main pier under a flag of truce. Forty men, Mayor Shrewsbury, and half as many women and children came out to the pier to see what might happen next.
The men in the boat tied her off and stepped onto the pier. Nine held pistols in each hand. The tenth came to the front and began to speak.
"My surname is Martin, and I'm Quarter-Master of The Fortress. We're here under flag of truce to explain why we feel wronged by your city, and how we intend to respond. Our men were enjoying shore leave at Sinner's Row as we've done many times these past four years. This time, with the direct knowledge and cooperation of your Mayor (Martin pointed to Mayor Shrewsbury), a number of our crew were drugged, and without warning or explanation, captured and held against their will at the Blue Lagoon, where soldiers from the garrison at Amelia Island began summarily executing them.
We defeated the soldiers, only to be attacked moments ago by The Viceroy, sailing under the colors of Florida Colony, with the full knowledge and cooperation of Mayor Shrewsbury. For these reasons, Jack Hawley, Captain of The Fortress, has ordered the town of St. Alban's decimated."
The townspeople gasped and began murmuring to each other.
"I've come to tell you that if you have any weapons, you're to lower them to the ground."
"What do you mean, 'decimated?'" the Mayor said, in as haughty a voice as he could muster.
Martin pointed to The Fortress. "As you can see, our ship has anchored broadside, exposing her guns."
He pulled the white flag out of its holder in the stern, waved it high over his head, then replaced it.
"I just signaled Captain Hawley, which means you have exactly one hour to evacuate the downtown area before it begins raining cannonballs. Captain Jack is already lowering shore boats filled with angry pirates bent on revenge. They'll wait a hundred yards from shore until the firing stops. At that point, should you stay, God help you all."
Mayor Shrewsbury cleared his throat and said, "Now listen here, you can't just destroy the whole town. These are innocent citizens and I'm an appointed official, acting under direct orders from the governor. It would be treason not to do as I'm told, just as you would not go against orders from your Captain, Jack Hawley."
Martin said, "You've got about fifty-eight minutes. If I were you, I'd start moving things along."
The Mayor said, "Surely there is a way to come to an understanding with Captain Hawley. I'm sure we could gather up a substantial amount of money, food and medicine we could pay you in return for sparing our town."
Martin said, "You're suggesting the town pay a ransom?"
"A ransom, yes. That's exactly what I'm suggesting." Mayor Shrewsbury said, worriedly. "We've lost your trust, but we're willing to sacrifice, if need be, to regain it. How say you that?"
"It's not for me to say, but I expect Captain Hawley would decline, since he intends to destroy the town and take the spoils anyway."
Mayor Shrewsbury said, "If there's no understanding to be had, perhaps we should take matters into our own hands. We have enough manpower here on the pier to kill the whole boatload of you."
With that, he raised his hand and forty men aimed their weapons at the ten pirates. To be precise, thirty-eight men aimed their weapons at the pirates. The other two were George Stout and Mr. Pim, and they were armed to the teeth. As the women and children moved off the pier at a high rate of speed, George and Pim began working their way behind the mob.