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 A Grilled Siren, Att.first the 2 Navies, then the pirates
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Posted: Mar 17 2012, 02:32 PM



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ELOUAN QUERVARIC and OLIVIER GADOU


Elouan somehow expected, when seeing Jacques Fresne, what was to follow.

”It had been just a joke, Sir… Not that I would really do it…” he tried to protest on a low, respectful voice, cursing all the hell in his mind and looking with pity at Marc.

At least the poor sod had done nothing to deserve the boatswain’s “attention”. Elouan knew the reason the man’s eyes were set on him…

When Olivier was told to signal the British ship that they were changing direction, he used the opportunity to ask for Elouan’s help in this matter. Everything to get him out of the boatswain’s eyes for being “idle”, because he knew as well what was behind it… Since Eve and the apple, Delilah and the scissors, nothing had changed in this world…

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Étienne Le Sueur
Posted: Mar 18 2012, 03:06 AM


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"And that is why it would be best if you refrain from ever running into me again." Étienne smiled a smile that was more like a shark contemplating where best to eviscerate its victim rather than a smile that was actually anything nice and happy, and the poor ship's boy to whom he'd been speaking gulped.

"Do we have an understanding?" His voice was icily smooth, silk threats and velvet warnings all wrapped up in precisely cutting diction. The ship's boy nodded, frantically, desperately wishing that he hadn't had the misfortune to - while running an errand for the cook - slip off the bottom rung of a ladder and slam straight into the legs of the Second Lieutenant. A flustered apology had done nothing to lessen the withering glare the man had leveled upon the boy, and it had only taken him a minute of scathing commentary to make the lad doubt himself, his decision to sign aboard a Naval ship, and his ancestry reaching back six generations. Étienne had a definite way with words.

"I am so glad to hear it," the man in question continued, smoothly, and then flicked his left hand slightly. "Go on then, shoo. And do restrain your clumsiness... if you can." Two seconds later, and the ship's boy had vanished as quickly as he was able. Étienne allowed himself a triumphant smirk in the solitude of the now-abandoned corridor (there was nothing quite like terrorising young children, unless it was terrorising slightly older people) before he continued to ascend to the deck, pausing just before he emerged into the daylight to ensure that his uniform was in perfect order.

Which it was, of course. He expected nothing less from his clothing.

"Sir," he said, with a nod towards Lieutenant Laurent (a nod precisely calculated to express just the right amount of respect that was due a senior Lieutenant), quickly taking in what appeared to be going on. Having been below inspecting the lower decks (with a side of terrifying ship's boys) he had missed the exact circumstances that had led to Captain Duval quitting the ship, but it was fairly easy to grasp what was going on. Precisely why the Captain had chosen to do so was a rather inscrutable matter, but who was he to attempt to work out what went on in the mind of his Captain? So far, his main impressions of both the Captain and the First Lieutenant were reasonably favourable. They were far too kind, of course, and seemed to want to be liked by the crew, and desired to be friends, and of course Étienne could not forget that under Captain Duval the ship had been resoundingly defeated by the pirates, but putting all that aside, he was reasonably well-disposed towards them.

Reasonably. Which meant that Étienne considered them to be fairly useless in general, but potentially useful for him.

Coming upon deck in time to hear the call for a change of direction, Étienne moved alongside the sailors responsible for the task with another respectful nod in Laurent's direction. Drawing a spyglass from his belt, he first trained it upon the HMS Rose, and, seeing nothing amiss there - though in truth he did not expect to - swung the glass around to inspect the horizon. A Spanish ship would certainly lend a frisson of excitement to the day's event, and - oh!

That did, indeed, appear to be a ship. Too far off to make out any details, but...

"Ship ahoy," he called, pitching his voice to the First Lieutenant. "Three points on the starboard quarter; too far to make out rigging or flags, sir."
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Jacque Gasquet
Posted: Mar 18 2012, 05:03 AM


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”It had been just a joke, Sir… Not that I would really do it…”

The glare that Elouan received from Jacque showed that the Bosun did not take that as a suitable answer, in truth nothing would have done anything to lesson the dislike of the man, other than perhaps Jacque feeling the whip cut to the mans skin, and watching as the sea salt water bring the wounds back to life after the whipping, that might ease Jacque's mood. Ohh yes that would help!

A joke...You have time for Jokes? Then perhaps I can find more duties to ensure you are less inclined to Fanciful ideas!’

Jacques was about to give both the Carpenter and Elouan duties that were most fowl and would take a few hours, but the First Lieutenant saved the duo, by issuing fresh commands to the crew.

Signal to the British ship we are changing direction... and then do so to stay out of Spanish waters. Don't let us lose sight of our British allies..."‘

With a Nod Jacque swung into duty, he was quick to pull up any man that was a slacker, and always showed his own superiority to the crew by ensuring he did his job to the highest standard, quick efficient and to a standard that meant no ' superior' could find fault.

'' You heard the Lieutenant... Stand By!’…..

The Bosun’s voice sounded out loud and clear over the deck, getting the men to action, his voice called all the Tar's that were needed for the orders to be carried out. Waiting for instructions from the Sailing Master then ensuring the orders got to the men.

'' Riggers Above! ‘

The riggers began moving up the lines and readying the sails for the change, it was like an whip had just been put to all men, sudden activity burst into action, as the crew worked at there particular stations.

‘Belay that Line Sailor!......and YOU.... I’ll have you flogged you get in the way of the Topmen you idle waister!’

The bosun caught sight of one of the lower men who hadn’t moved quickly enough from where he was pumping the bilge, and had held up a Rigger in his duty.
Only when he had called out another ten or more instructions, and seen that the riggers were working as they should, and the sails were doing there job, did he turn and move to the side where the Second Lieutenant had spotted a sail, his own eyes focusing on the horizon, and ready if the ship was thought to be an enemy to ensure all hands were on deck, and that the preparations for battleships were organised.

Waiting for the next instruction from the Lieutenants, Jacque swung around again to ensure the few that always messed up were working, and that the idlers and waisters were keeping there heads down.

''Tar! Bring a block and bend those ropes…''

Jacque may be a hard and cruel task master but he was an experienced efficient Sailor, a captain in his past and ensured every job he was given was done to its fullest, the soft Captain and First Lieutenant may not like his methods in discipline, but every man under him knew there job, and how to fulfil it, or they would learn when next day at 11 the punishments were called. What the Captain and the softer ones tended to forget was most these men were illiterate, scum of the earth, or press ganged into the life, they worked because they had to or face harsh punishments. It was good for the ship that they had men like Jacque to keep those hands busy.


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Posted: Mar 18 2012, 08:08 AM



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ADMIRAL EDWARD J. CROFT



Admiral Croft felt confident about the upcoming battle. He knew from the perhaps less that thorough reports from the privateer ship that had rescued the Duchess de Vere from the Siren’s brig that the pirate ship had been damaged severely. Of course they would have repaired much of this, but unlike the navy where a ship was rebuilt with the entire British Empire’s wealth behind it, the pirates had to pay for those repairs with their own money. That would probably mean cheaper materials where it could be accepted and probably leave some areas more exposed or even go unrepaired until the ship would next moor at some dock. Well, of course in Admiral Croft’s mind the Caribbean Siren would never again see a port and if all went well then he would soon see its crew dangling from a set of nooses back in Kingston. There was no way the French would get a hold of any prisoners this time.

The admiral nodded as Captain Duval responded to his questions about Le Phenix’s combat readiness. It was good to hear that the French Captain had faith in his ship. Too often had the British Admiral seen captains unfit for command because they had even less faith in their ship than his enemies would have. “I have no intention of disguising my ship, Captain Duval” The Admiral explained as Raoul asked if he had a battle plan. “I want that Captain of theirs… Captain… Galvez isn’t it? Well I want him to see the Union Jack as his ship disintegrates under his feet!” The Admiral then leaned back and took a sip of his tea. “However my plan is to immobilize their ship. Once the Siren’s masts are down our ships will be able to stay clear of their broadside and we can pound our batteries through the weaker rear of their ship.


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Raoul Duval
Posted: Mar 18 2012, 01:07 PM


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Raoul liked Admiral Croft. He seemed more efficient and professional than the French admiral who had sent “Le Phenix” to the Caribbean. He had a good fighting logic, and he was less of a courtier than the one the French captain was comparing him to. At the same time, he had a more Navy-to-Navy tactical approach, similarly how he had been taught too. For one moment, Raoul wondered silently if Sir Woodes Rogers’ tactic against pirates wasn’t better – a privateer’s ruse instead of the Navy pride against dirty-fighting pirates. But he didn’t say anything. He listened respectfully, thinking that if the plan went wrong, it would be the admiral’s shame this time, not Raoul’s. They had to follow the damn Brits’s tail obediently…

Raking by stern, this was a good idea, and it might inflict enough damage. Dismasting was also useful for the lightweight nutshell to lose its flexibility and stop dancing around… But there was something else, which proved useful in the battle in May, and which the Admiral, obviously unaccustomed to make a team with the French Navy, had overlooked:

”With all the respect, Sir, I have an additional proposal too. Your ship is more habituated to fight from the weather gauge, while you know that we fight best from the leeward. Let’s catch the pirates between us!”

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ADMIRAL EDWARD J. CROFT



Once the British Admiral had answered Captain Duval’s question, he sat back in his chair and listened as the French officer made his additions. Despite of Admiral Croft’s dislike towards the French, he had to admit that Captain Duval was at least well behaved and he seemed to know something about the Siren from personal experience. The Admiral nodded at Duval’s words and took another sip of his tea before responding. “Well you just get your ship into the best suitable position to carry out your attack and if that is against the wind then so be it” He said and studied Duval’s expression for a moment. “Where do you plan to station your officers during the battle, Captain? Do you have a good signals officer?


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Raoul Duval
Posted: Mar 22 2012, 07:15 AM


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Doubling the enemy's line was a good strategy indeed, as it had been already proved, and the best way of turning into account the alliance between two Navy forces taught to fight so differently.

”We will double them and catch them in the middle. We will be also ready to give chase if you order it, Admiral.”

He didn’t list the grounds of his choice - the leeward position benefited the French ships, generally better designed than the British ones. “Le Phenix” could win a downwind race if not seriously damaged. Besides, they were a third rate, while the “Rose” was a frigate. And both Navy ships had good, modern guns, making them a superior force not only by number, against the damn pirates.

”The advantages are all in our favour, Sir. The Navy has the force of guns, the complement, the good leadership, seamanship, bravery, and discipline. They have no chance.”

Raoul threw a puzzled look to the Admiral, for a moment, wondering if it was the English language, partially familiar only, and the tiredness which made him not understand where he wanted to arrive. In a battle between ships, the stronger would always win unless some other factor intervened. It was never a gamble. The pinnace could, eventually, rely on its speed or ease of handling to escape from them, but the gunners’ skill and the sailing skills mattered here too, because Raoul was determined to cut them out. He wanted to eat a grilled siren since early March… and the fact that he had seen a bit before entering the Admiral’s cabin, Jamie, enhanced his determination. But… what had it to do with the officers? They had to lead one of the groups each. But why would the Admiral want to know if Raoul was on the forecastle, together with Gadou, Le Sueur aft, Giles at bow, Desmarais and a few others on the gunner deck? The positions were fixed and classical.

”All my officers are good in signaling, including the midshipmen, whose task is to convey the information and the command between decks and positions. We have a well trained master gunner, who had instructed his men well, and a group of mousquetaires habituated to fire from the fighting tops…” he answered, still confused about the man's intentions.


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The Admiral leaned back in his chair and regarded the French Captain for a moment. He seemed confident in the upcoming battle and it was indeed a good thing that Raoul mentioned the fact that his ship was most effective against the wind. This would just provide yet another advantage over the Priates who as Raoul mentioned was not only inferior in weapons, armour and maneuverability, they were also not as disciplined as navy personnel. Not to mention that according to the reports from the navy spy, Theodore Radcliffe, that the crew on the Siren was multi-cultural and probably spoke different languages.

Good” Admiral Croft said and finished his tea and placed the cup back on the table. “Anything else to add Captain?” He asked. He had received all the answers he needed and unless Raoul had more suggestions then didn’t see any point in just talking in circles. “I bet you of all people will look forward to have the Siren, and Sol Galvez, gone… ” If anyone in the Caribbean would find a personal victory when The Siren was destroyed it had to be Captain Duval. Of course the British Admiral didn’t know about Jamie and how he fitted into this story.


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Raoul Duval
Posted: Mar 25 2012, 12:01 PM


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Raoul had nothing to add to the plan for now. The only part where the Admiral was wrong was about maneuverability – a pinnace was far more flexible and easier than a third-rate… and slightly better than a frigate like “Rose”.

”Not now, Sir, but I guess we might have to slightly adapt it in the concrete conditions at the moment of the battle. I am not sure what they would do, only that we are not going to fall prey to their Siren trick.”

Actually they hadn’t in March either – and still, the outcome was as everybody knew it.

When he was ready to answer that indeed, he had sworn to eat a grilled “Siren” some day, a midshipman knocked at the door, and, upon receiving permission to enter, told the good news:

”Excuse me, Sir, but Mr. Sinclair sent me to let you know that the French ship signaled first about changing direction in order to avoid entering the Spanish waters, then after a while they signaled that they saw a ship in front of them. We couldn’t see it yet, because they are between us and it.”

Raoul raised his head. A ship? He hoped to be the damn pinnace they were hunting for.

”This makes my visit even shorter, Admiral. I kindly ask for your permission to return aboard Le Phenix. If it is the one we are looking for, we must be prepared”.


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Jacob Chase
Posted: Mar 26 2012, 08:45 AM


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Having Frogs aboard did not seem natural to Chase. He and several of his mates had loitered on the foc's'le since Rose had hove to so the French jolly-boat could approach in safety. They had watched in great disapproval as the boat was permitted to get close and hook on to the main chains without a challenge from anyone, but their disapproval was deepened when the admiral had appeared topside. For his part, Chase had ignored the chattering from MacMillan and the others who'd been nearby. While he respected the older sailor, he found it difficult to like him. Lads like Jem Greene and Ted Hall could follow MacMillan about all they wanted. Chase was perfectly happy to hold his own court.

The crowd of officers did not remain on the quarterdeck long before going below to the great cabin, which was perhaps a blessing. It could be interesting to know what they had to talk about and Chase wondered at the likelihood of the great cabin steward being able to overhear it all. Maybe he could weasel a report of the meeting out of the man later, after the Frogs had gone. Or, if he could stomach it, he could get the Marine sentry to tell him the best bits. It was Talbot on duty outside the great cabin this watch, wasn't it? He could never remember, not that he was often bothered to pay attention to which Marine was on sentry where at any given time.

Fortunately, the mild annoyance at not knowing what was happening came to an end when brightly-coloured flags suddenly raced up the signal halliards on the French ship. Chase and his mates were immediately alert, for they were experienced enough to recognise basic signals. Another ship had been spotted by the Frog's masthead lookout. An acknowledgment was being made from Rose's quarterdeck but the seamen on the foc's'le paid no mind. They were much more concerned with speculation about the as yet unseen ship's identity and whether or not they would have to share any prize money with the Frogs.

"Deck there!" The hail, brassy-voiced and loud, came from high above them. Jimmy Two-foot was taking a turn as masthead lookout and he sounded excited. "Sail, three points off to starboard!"

The news brought many hands topside, with the natural eagerness to see for themselves what sort of ship had been sighted. Two-foot had damned good eyes, though, Chase thought with only a trace of irritation. None of them on the weather deck could see what he had, as they were not perched at the very top of the mainmast like Two-foot was.

"It'll be a prize for us, if there's any justice," one of the quartergunners declared.

"If we ain't made to share it with them fly-eaters," the carpenter's mate added, shaking his head.

Chase grinned. "Maybe we'll get to fight them too, Georgie. Anyways, it don't matter so long's there's a fight at all. How's them bowchasers, Fuller? All set to send a Don ship to the bottom?"

Jack Fuller, the quartergunner who'd spoken, smirked. "Course they are. Just you lads worry 'bout gettin' us near 'nuff to the Dons so I can have sommat to do!"

From aft, by the larboard quarterdeck stairs, came the familiar and very welcome rattling of a drum. The young Marine drummer boy was hammering away with his sticks, his thin face pinched in concentration. An instant after the drumming began, the boatswain and his mates took up their customary leather-lunged bellowing, chivvying men along. Not that this was strictly necessary, for every man on the weather deck had stirred into motion, scattering quickly to head for their respective stations. The ship was being beaten to quarters, so there was no time to waste.

Chase himself headed for the foremast shrouds, as his station when clearing for action was aloft, to send down light spars and afterward to snake down backstays. Then it was down to the gun deck and Number Five Starboard Gun, where he served as a sponger when in action. As he scampered up the shrouds, he couldn't help a broad grin. It was about time there was some proper fighting done!
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Sol Galvez
Posted: Mar 26 2012, 04:57 PM


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It was a nice morning, and the “Caribbean Siren” was sailing smoothly amidst the frothing swells. The captain stood at the bow, his weight on his crossed arms as he leaned foward into the winds, enjoying the salty spray for a moment. They were approaching the Spanish waters of Hispaniola, heading towards the Mona Passage. Not that they actually intended to cross it into the open ocean – the Spanish ship they were hunting for would have no other route to take, so they could wait for it around Sayona, well hidden… A pinnace was the best ship for this kind of strategy.

Until now, there have been no problems, no trace of bad weather. Angel had just told him – not that he really needed to be told, he knew these waters much better than the sailing master – that towards the evening they would approach their destination. And the crew was impatient for a new prey…


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Benjamin Colt
Posted: Mar 26 2012, 05:39 PM


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If possible, Benjamin was more jittery than he normally was. There was something in the air that made him twitch uncontrollably, enough to make him nearly drop his serving of food that very morning, making several of his crew men laugh as he squawked and tried to catch the suddenly airborne piece of bread.
He just couldn't put his finger on why he was so nervous today. Had he slept too long? Had he eaten something new? Had he had something with sugar in it? He probably had, but he was completely unable to sit still long enough to figure it out.
Perhaps he was just excited because it was such a marvelous day?
Yes. That had to be it.

Shaking his greasy hair out of his eyes, he peered up at the sails. They were all in order, but still his mind worked overtime as it thought of all the little things he could fix. If he just pulled the rope a little bit tighter there...loosened it just a bit more higher up there...He grunted, and with a last glance at the men down below, scurried up the riggings to the very top of the main topmast. His movements were quick and nimble, and where an ordinary human being would've slipped or had trouble moving about, Benjamin twisted his limbs only slightly so, in order to move about in a ridiculously fluent manner.

At the topmast, the wind blew harder, making his too large shirt billow around his terribly skinny abdomen. He glared at the material momentarily, debating if he should take it of, but decided otherwise. He might have been filthier than any ordinary man, but it never provided just enough of the protection needed against the sun to prevent back and shoulders from turning red.
Benjamin might have been able to handle most pains handed to him in life, but he utterly loathed sunburns with a passion.
Nearly more so than the whip.
Besides, the bloody sun always brought more of those darn freckles out, and truth to be told, he hated the darker little spots that were splattered all over his cheeks and shoulders.
Bloody, damn sun.

With a huff, he settled his bare feet on the top-yard, and glanced down.
It was a long way to drop if he happened to be clumsy, and Angel would be all over his hide if it was discovered that he had 'forgotten' to tie a rope around his waist once more.
But what Angel didn't know, couldn't hurt Benjamin.
So with a roll of his eyes, he returned his attention to the ropes.
But the ropes seemed far less interesting than the two dark shapes out in the horizon, moving closer. Fast.
Benjamin blinked, and cocked his head to the side as he gazed at the ships.
What in the bloody...?
His confusion ( it wasn't often they had others ships racing towards them, after all) was soon replaced with the need to bring his Captains attention to the possible danger.

"Captain! Capta....oof!" He slipped, and it was only out of sheer luck he managed to grab one of the ropes, which burnt the skin of his palm as he slipped down it far too quickly.
Lady luck seemed to find some pity for him, and within moments he had climbed back up to the topmast again, pointing out towards the two ships.

"CAPTAIN! SHIPS! SHIPS! FAST! THERE! BUGGER! LOOK!" He howled, seemingly unable to form proper sentences as his pale eyes focused on the two ships moving towards them terribly fast...Too fast.
His next words was but a string of curses that would've made anyone blush.


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Nails
Posted: Mar 27 2012, 04:04 AM


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It was the call that Nails had been dreading.

In his bones he had felt it approaching in the last days, this was where he had told the Navy that the Siren would be heading, and it made sense with the passage and the location of the English waters that the Navy, IF, they attacked would chose this place.
Nails was at the side of the ship before most others and staring to see what Benjamin’s eyes had spotted, scanning the horizon line for what he knew would be the English navy frigate, but two ships? They had sent Two naval ships!

His stomach rolled and he felt the blood drain from his cheeks.
Always this was the worst, when he knew that he had brought this upon people he now knew and in this case, as in many other cases, liked a great deal. The feel of the ship and the family friendship was about to be destroyed all due to him.
You have endured this before….

His head reminded him, you even watched as the woman you loved was taken, once it is over, and Sol and Sabastian are taken, the rest will be given the chance of freedom, and most will take it, even if they hate to do it, or a short stay in the jails will persuade them and they will be free, just not free as pirates any more, but at least alive and free….

Much as he told himself this, and had many other times he knew the moment he was released he would find an inn of low repute and swallow enough cheap gin to curdle his brain and make all this disappear, till the next time. Pray God there was no next time.

Benjamin was nearly hanging out of the rigging, pointing to the two sails that for now Nails couldn’t see.
He must tell the Admiral that Leif and Benjamin were taken aboard after being found ship wrecked, and that other young lad too, the rest were too seasoned to be given free pardon immediately but he would find a way for the boys.

In the past weeks Nails had done all he could to give the ship the best fighting chance of escape, all the guns battling holds were firm, all pulling frames worked well, pushing rods to keep a ship clear of the sides were solidly made and secured ready for use.
His stomach rolled again with nausea, the time had come.

Let it come, he would fight hard to keep the ships from boarding, perhaps they could run and escape….but two English Navy ships….he knew already that escape was near impossible.
‘ Please God keep us safe and give us the winds speed.’

Crossing himself he tried to catch a breath that seemed impossible to him, and gripped tighter to the rail waiting for the call to battle that would surely come.


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Sol Galvez
Posted: Mar 27 2012, 06:50 AM


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The call from the mainmast made Sol turn his gaze upwards.

”How do they look like, Benji? And give us their bearing! Who else from the topmen can see them better, and in what direction they are heading?”

Somebody had to confirm the sighting, and to identify the sails, but Benji, who had seen them first, would get... wait a moment, two of them? Too many for a pinnace to take, if they don;t succeed to split them... Besides, Sol was not convinced that Benji was able to tell the direction properly, but he might. He already was a rigger, an able seaman! Were they French or Spanish Navy? Were they fishing boats, or coastal trading vessels? Or the moneybag merchantman they were waiting for had got an escort?


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Andrea Costa
Posted: Mar 27 2012, 06:55 AM


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Two ships? Not only one? This was an important piece of news, and Andrea did not wait for Benji to confirm it. He might be now a sailing master, but he had been a topman like Benji some day too, and it was not so long ago.

So he got the spying glass, tucking it into his shirt, and he started climbing the mast. He stopped on the maintopgallant mast yard, holding to the rigging with one hand, and with the other taking out the spyglass and scanning the horizon carefully. There were square sails… no smugglers, no local boats, but something bigger…

”I can’t say what flag they are bearing yet, but I think at least one is a third or second rate man-of-war, Sol!” he warned. ”The other is slightly smaller, perhaps an escort ship – a frigate I’d say. And I think they are still in the French waters, not having passed into the Spanish. If you don’t mind, I’ll remain here up for a while.”

How on this Earth did the bad luck get them into the "Siren's" path? He saw Nails crossing himself - he would have done the same thing, but his hands were busy.


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