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.”“Ve steel offer battaille, mon ami? ” de Crillart asked from the other side.“If we have to, Charles,” Lewrie stated, turning to face him and the rest of the officers: Major de Mariel, the Chevalier Louis, and the senior gunner’s mates.“Hopefully, we will make a demonstration of force, more than anything else.With a Royal Navy frigate to aid us.that might be enough.Now, gentlemen.Raw as we are, hmm? Let’s not delay, and do things in a last-minute panic.Let us go to Quarters now.Uhm.aux armes, messieurs? ”An agonizing quarter-hour passed, as the decks were sanded, the water butts and tubs filled, slow match ignited and coiled around linstocks, coiled around the upper rim of the tubs.The galley fire was extinguished, the coals thrown overboard.Women and children trooped below to the safety of the orlop, low near the water-line, to huddle in between kegs and casks, boxes and bales, their chests and luggage.At least Radical would have an overabundance of surgeons; the Royalists were mostly people of the upper or professional classes, so they had no less than four surgeons, two physicians, a dentist, and several of those worthies’ personal servants as surgeon’s mates, experienced with assisting their masters’ daily work.For loblolly boys to bear the wounded below, they had the least-useful older gentlemen, or the ones who simply could not grasp the fundamentals of artillery drill.And some few stocky older women, who were stronger than most of those men.It was impossible to clear the mess deck, though, to empty that low-ceilinged cavern of junk.There were too many trunks and chests to carry below, out of harm’s way, too heavy to tote quickly.There might be clouds of dangerous splinters flying there, perhaps, but with people at least herded below to the orlop, Lewrie thought, the noncombatants would not have to face that danger.The boats Radical possessed, and those extra cutters Lewrie had brought along from their ferrying days, already were astern, under tow.For the simple fact that he hadn’t had the labour available to retrieve them and stow them on the boat beams which spanned the waist.One less source of splinters, he thought grimly, though through no forethought of his own.British troops of the 18th, the Royal Irish, to larboard along the gangways, Major de Mariel’s infantry and Louis’s light cavalrymen to starboard; red coats and black shakos on one side, and pale whitish-gray coats with black cocked hats, or blue-and-buff coats with plumed black-leather helmets on the other.The bowsings for the guns were cast off, run-out tackles overhauled in neat bights.The guns were rolled back from the port sills, tompions removed, barrels checked for obstructions, touch holes cleared by the thrust of linstock ends sharp enough to puncture cartridge bags.Gun tools were thrust into shaky hands, and men stood atremble as if yesterday’s drills had never occurred with stiffened rope rammers, rope swabs, crow levers, wormers used to scrape out clogging scraps of powder and the buildup of gun soot after a few firings, or to draw shot.Nine men to each eighteen-pounder, seven to serve each twelve-pounder, and six for the lighter eight-pounders; those were the required numbers in the Fleet, though guns could be well served with slightly less.Under the circumstances, they would have to be.Still not enough, even with all the volunteers, to man both larboard and starboard batteries at once.“Ve load, mon capitaine? ” de Crillart called from the waist.He would be in charge of the gun deck, since most of the gun captains and volunteers were French.“ Mon maître-canonnier, ’e sugges’ ze chain-shot, d’abord.Non customary à l’anglais mais.ve are ver’ good vis it.Zey are mos’ esperience.Tak’ down ze reeging, crac! An’ ve are non ze maneuverable, n’est-ce pas? ”“Aye, Charles,” Lewrie called back from the quarterdeck, thinking it made good sense to render a foe as clumsy as they already were, evening the odds.“ D’abord, the chain-shot, bar-shot, all of it.”“Cartouches des poudre!” the grizzled master-gunner demanded, and a herd of boys emerged from the midships companionway hatch with wooden or leather cylinders which contained the powder bags.The artillery was charged, rammermen shoving the bags down the bores to thump against the rear of the breeches.From the shot-garlands, the gun captains picked shot.Blunt iron cylinders cast in two halves, linked by two bars between, with eyes hammered round each bar—elongating bar-shot, which would fly apart to their full extent upon firing.Longer, round-topped bundles of cast-iron rods, which would spread like spider legs to whirl through the air to rip away sails, rigging and light spars—that was multiple bar-shot.And chain-shot; loaded as what appeared to be solid iron balls, which became two hemispheres linked by a short chain.That, and the elongating bar-shot, were the heaviest, designed to take down a t’gallant or topmast above the fighting-tops, to shatter even the stout course-sail yards.Alan had been on the receiving end of French artillery before, and had never been that impressed with the concept, never been aboard a ship really disabled by such ironmongery.But de Crillart and his master-gunner seemed confident about it.“The enemy have hoisted their colours, sir!” Spendlove was quick to point out.All three ships had run up huge Tricolour flags, the one in the lead flying a smaller second one at her mainmast truck as well.Lewrie lifted a telescope and went to the starboard rails.The lead ship was definitely a frigate, the other two.? “Lieutenant de Crillart, could you join me on the quarterdeck for a moment?”He loaned Charles the telescope.“Don’t happen to know them, do you, Charles?”“Non.I do not reco’nise,” de Crillart intoned soberly.“ Mais, ze frégate eez ze trent-deux.ze s’irty-two? She weel ’ave twelve-poun’ canon, an ze six-poun’ canon de chasse et canon de gaillard.quarterdeck? Ze ozzer two are ze corvettes.Vingt canon.twen’y, on’y.eight-poun’, I ’sink.”“Only, the man says,” Lewrie snorted, flexing his fingers on the wire-wrapped leather hilt of his smallsword.“They’ll be up level with us in about half an hour.Range-of-random-shot? What’s that with bar-shot and chain-shot? A mile?”“Oui.Vis you’ frégate out zere, z’ough, we not ’ave to bataille all at once.Mon Dieu, merci, ” de Crillart chuckled, though his mouth looked a touch compressed and white.Alan took the telescope back, went to the mizzen shrouds again, and scaled them for a better view [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]