The captain's steward, Silkin, who was blessed with the ability to move without noise or effort, was just clearing away the breakfast table and the captain seemed in a cheerful mood. This, Rennick knew well enough, was lucky, until at least an hour after breakfast the captain often seemed to walk around in the shadow of his own Mack stormcloud.
'Ah, Rennick; you have the plans for the Battle of Amsterdam?'
The Marine lieutenant grinned and put the map on the desk. 'My only plan, sir - suggestion, rather - is that we take good care not to fight for this side of the city.'
To Rennick's surprise, Ramage nodded in agreement. That was my impression, but I'm no soldier. Risk of them turning our flank?'
Rennick nodded. 'We could start off holding the Punda side of the channel, sir - in fact the channel forms a moat in front - but it runs into the lake, Schottegat. We haven't nearly enough men to form a line from the other side of the lake - the far side from here - to the north coast of the island. The rebels could pour through there and come round to attack the eastern side of Amsterdam, Punda, taking us in the rear.'
'Soldiers always design the defences of ports as though they'll only ever be attacked from seaward,' Ramage commented sourly. 'English Harbour, Cartagena, Havana, San Juan in Puerto Rico, Fort Royal in Martinique . . .' They should leave it to the Marines, sir.' 'Let them lay bricks, instead of dropping them, eh? Well, what do you suggest?'
The only way we can't be outflanked or taken in the rear, sir, is to forget the Punda side altogether, simply abandon it, and form a line facing west on the Otrabanda side, with the sea on our left, the channel behind us, and Schottegat, or whatever that lake is called, on our right If we have to retreat we can get back on board the Calypso." 'We can leave boats ready for us along the Otrabanda quay, you mean. Even shift the privateers alongside.'
Rennick nodded. 'We could evacuate the Governor and his family, and a hundred or so other people.' Even as he spoke he realized that the captain was shaking his head. Rennick was not surprised; the place was indefensible, a fact which, added to their being heavily outnumbered, meant they were better off staying in the Calypso. Sailors always got into trouble the moment they set foot on land . . .
'I wasn't thinking of defending Amsterdam, Mr Rennick.' The captain was speaking quietly, and Rennick was relieved to hear the news. It confirmed his own view that it was an impossible task with their force - a hundred Dutchmen, forty Marines and at most a hundred and fifty seamen. Then he realized that there had been a faint emphasis on one of the words which completely changed the meaning of the whole sentence.
'As you quite rightly point out, Mr Rennick, we can't defend Amsterdam, and even if we could - if we had enough men - I'm not sure that would be the right thing to do. I think we should take your Marines and what seamen we can spare, and attack these rebels. Take them by surprise, if possible. And well leave the Dutch troops where they are, here in Amsterdam, unless their officers speak English.' 'But sir, there are five hundred rebels and privateersmen...'
'And a hundred and fifty or so of us.'
'Exactly, sir, so - '
'You're not suggesting that rebels and privateersmen are better trained than our seamen and Marines?'
'Well, no, sir.' Rennick was wary. All too often the captain's questions - and - answers ended up with some conclusion he could not refute, but for the moment he failed to see the trend of the captain's argument. 'Not better disciplined, anyway.'
'And the odds our men usually reckon against the French?'
'Well, sir, three to one . . .'
'Mr Rennick,' Ramage said in the same quiet voice, 'my mathematics are not particularly good, but if we have one hundred and fifty and they have five hundred, surely the odds are close to three to one?'
Rennick seized the only argument left. They're not all French, sir.'
Ramage laughed. 'No, but don't press the point. The French are the privateersmen and will be better trained: they are used to using muskets and pistols. Your Dutchmen, the rebels, will have no training and even less discipline: they'll be the "philosophers", waving their arms in the air and talking loudly of freedom and equality while die privateersmen fire off a dozen rounds each.'
Suddenly Rennick realized that he had given the wrong impression. From the start, for a reason he could no longer fathom, he had thought in terms of defending Amsterdam, although the captain had not made a point of it He, the Marine officer, was the one who should be arguing that the Calypso's role was to fight out in the open, where they could attack suddenly and retreat, strike again from another direction and vanish, swoop on the enemy when they had bivouacked for the night and then disappear into the darkness. When you had by far the smallest force it was fatal to get trapped in a defensive position.
He glanced up to see the captain watching him and knew those brown eyes had seen and understood his thoughts. The captain's look was friendly. 'Always look all round the horizon first, Rennick; it's very easy to start walking in the wrong direction.'
'I can see that, sir - now!'
'Very well, give me your opinion on these proposals. Don't be afraid to speak out if you disagree. Now, we'll use one hundred and fifty seamen and your forty or so Marines. I think it would be a mistake to mix them: the Marines are the trained soldiers; I see them as the sword, while the seamen are the club. But that being so, aren't forty Marines a little unwieldy?'
Rennick cursed the fact that the Calypso did not have the junior Marine lieutenant to which she was entitled, although his sergeant was a reliable man. 'Yes, sir. You remember that at Santa Cruz we put half under the sergeant while I had the other half. That worked out very well.'
'But the seamen,' Ramage said, 'a group of twenty seamen aren't going to be nearly as effective as twenty Marines.'
'Companies of thirty seamen, if you want my opinion. More if you're using fewer officers.'
'There'll be five of us and you and the sergeant. Seven companies, or platoons, or whatever you care to call them. So five companies each of thirty men will take care of the seamen.'
The seamen were light - footed and would be excellent for night work, Rennick realized, providing they did not go blundering into farmyards and set the dogs barking. But none of the deck officers, including Ramage, had the slightest idea about flanking operations or - then he remembered that Captain Ramage was the first to see that Amsterdam could be outflanked from the north and was indefensible. And the first lieutenant, Aitken, came from the Highlands, and there was no telling what tricks he had picked up while hunting (or poaching) deer, when one had to attack silently to windward: deer were too sharp - nosed and sharp - eyed to allow a leeward approach. Wagstaffe came from London, so he wouldn't know the difference between a left wheel and a pink flamingo (of which the island had hundreds, he had heard). The third lieutenant came from Suffolk, so Baker might know a little fieldcraft - it was surprising what one could pick up as a boy while poaching partridges over a neighbour's fields. Kenton was the son of a half - pay captain, so he could not be trusted to walk across an open field at night without bumping into the only bull it contained. That left Captain Ramage, and at that point Rennick stopped speculating: one could never be sure what the captain knew - some of his exploits in Italy with his coxswain, that American fellow Jackson, would be unbelievable if it had not been other people telling the tales.
'Seven groups, then,' Ramage said. "They can operate as a single force or be divided up. Well spend today sorting out the seamen, and you can give them instructions in the rudiments of fieldcraft.'