Silently in the darkness, always keeping the bulk of the Calypso between them and the Delft, the British frigate's boats had rowed back and forth to the Nuestra Senora ferrying across casks, axes and saws, grapnels, lengths of light chain, coils of ropes and several single and double blocks to make up sheets for the sails to save time searching through the schooner for the originals.
While seamen working under the boatswain and Southwick hoisted the sails up on deck and then bent them on to masts and stays, others removed all the hatches, cut big holes in the few permanent bulkheads so that the wind could blow through the ship and up the hatchways, and lifted off skylights to ensure a good draught.
More men climbed up the rigging and secured the grapnels from chains so that they hung down just above the level of the enemy bulwarks, suspended where they would hook into the Delft's rigging. Two axes rested against the anchor cable bitts; all her guns to the starboard side had been loaded with two shots each and a treble charge of powder, although no gunners would fire them because the barrels would probably burst; only heat or sparks falling into the pans would ignite the gunpowder.
Ramage went into the captain's cabin - it was little more than a large cuddy - and was surprised and thankful at the draught blowing through it; a draught that when the time came would fan the flames like a blacksmith's bellows, although for the moment it did its best to remove the stench in which Brune had lived. He walked forward to where the privateersmen normally lived and where their hammocks were still slung. Several seamen were busy breaking up blocks of pitch and wedging them wherever a ledge in the planking would hold a piece. Several of the hammocks swung gently with the sharp outlines of pieces of pitch revealing their contents.
In another corner half a dozen seamen were busy chopping coils of thick rope into ten - foot lengths, while others frayed the ends and jammed them into the piles of pitch. Every few feet were small casks of tar, identifiable only by their smell, because there was always seepage between the staves. They would not be smashed or have their bungs knocked out until the last moment, and many of them rested on piles of spare satis.
Rennick and his sergeant, each with a long coil of slow match slung round his neck, were at work round the mainmast where ten half - casks of powder, each three and a half feet long, were securely lashed in place, each with its bung uppermost. From a point fifteen feet away several lengths of slow match stretched along the deck, like a thin octopus, the ends disappearing in the bungholes, where they went down into the powder and were held lightly in position by wooden bungs.
'Burns at the rate of two feet a minute, sir,' Rennick explained. There's fifteen feet from this point to the casks. We don't need a slow match to each cask, of course,' he added hurriedly. 'One would be enough, because when one cask goes up they'll all go, but we have plenty of insurance. When the time comes we light as many as possible, but there's no need to do them all.'
The guns?' Ramage asked.
'I finally triple - shotted them on the starboard side - those which will point at the Delft. Those on the larboard side facing us are triple - charged without shot, and the breechings are cut, so when they go off they'll recoil right across the ship.'
'You still have the port fires to arrange?'
'Yes, sir, I thought I'd set them on deck near the wheel. It'll help us see what we're doing for the last minute or two.'
'And that brandy?'
'Southwick has stowed the casks on deck along the starboard side, forward. I have a Marine sentry guarding it. We were lucky to get it on board without a cask being "accidentally" stove in.'
Ramage nodded. The purser's glad to see the back of it He's been worried ever since he found it.'
On deck Ramage shivered as he considered the Nuestra Senora de Antigua as a furnace: pitch and tar with frayed rope, old sails and smashed - up gratings to start a fire, brandy to increase it and finally powder to scatter it - and the schooner - over the Delft. The grapnels should catch in the Delft's rigging and hold the Nuestra Senora to her long enough for a fatal and fiery embrace.
The men who sailed the schooner, setting fire to her at the last moment as she crashed alongside the Delft, would have to take their chance in the water, leaping over the side and swimming, and hoping that the baulks of timber hurled into the air by the explosions did not land on their heads. The Calypso's boats should approach from the side away from the Delft and pick them up, providing that flying wreckage and sharks had left anything to save.
Southwick bustled up and said conversationally: 'It's going to take some good timing to shoot up into the wind so that she carries her way and gets alongside the Delft, sir.'
'I've been thinking about that'
'Not above half a mile to get the canvas drawing well and plenty of way on her.'
'A little over half a mile.'
'Doesn't give you much time to get the feel of the ship, and you'll have to start lighting her up below before you're actually alongside, or else there's a chance the Dutchmen will get on board or cut away the grapnels - or if the chain beats 'em, the rigging from which they're hanging.'
True,' Ramage said patiently.
'And an unlucky shot through that brandy wont help either. They'll be firing at you, of course.'
'I hadn't anticipated them pelting me with flowers, but their broadside guns won't bear until almost the last moment'
'Musketry, though,' Southwick said gloomily. There'll be plenty of that; musket balls falling like rain. You'll need spare men ready to take over at the tiller, because the Dutch will be aiming at them.'
'Look,' Ramage said finally, 'I've made up my mind. I am taking the Nuestra Senora alongside, and you are staying on board the Calypso. And I don't want to hear that sad story again of how you missed the chase across the island. If you could have run a mile you'd have been welcome. If you can swim a mile you can come with the Nuestra Senora.' 'Don't need to swim a mile, begging your pardon.'
'You couldn't swim a hundred yards, so let's have no more arguing.'
'But you are taking Jackson, aren't you, sir?'
'Jackson, Stafford, Rossi, Baker - hell take over command if anything happens to me - Rennick and fourteen more men. Twenty to handle a fireship - quite apart from those helping to hoist sails who will leave before we get under way. That's quite enough. Half a dozen would be sufficient.'
'I wish you'd tow a boat, sir, so you can be sure of escaping.'
'We've gone over that,' Ramage said impatiently. The painter will get foul of the rudder or some such thing: and a boat rowing away would make a fine target for Dutch muskets in the light of the flames. They'll never see swimmers and even if they did they'd never hit them.'
'Well, you know what you're doing, sir,' Southwick said in a voice which implied just the opposite.
Thank you,' Ramage said stiffly. 'If you'll learn to swim and lose two stone in weight, you can command all the fire - ships you want'
By half past two the Nuestra Senora de Antigua was ready, Jackson and Stafford stood at the big curved tiller and Ramage waited close by with Baker. Down below Rennick had several lanthorns ready, the new candles inside burning steadily but their light hidden by screens of sacking. When the word came from the quarterdeck the candles would be taken out and used to light the fuses to the powder casks and the piles of combustibles which would start the pitch and tar burning and eventually ignite the brandy in the casks. The powder exploding should in turn send off first the Nuestra Senora's own magazine and then the Delft's. Ramage could feel the wind steady on his face. It had backed to the east - north - east, so that it was blowing across the channel from the Punda side to Otrabanda not quite at right - angles. The privateers, the Calypso and the Delft were all lying head to wind, their bows pointing to Punda. The moon had not yet risen - Ramage had planned his attack for an hour earlier - but the stars were bright, the banks of the channel and the quays grey ribbons with the bulky ships black between them.