Master & Commander (54 page)

   'Have a look, sir,' said Babbington, collapsing on the grass in a singularly undisciplined manner and handing up a little brass spyglass. The tube only magnified weakly, but at once the signal flying from the
Pasley's
masthead leapt out clear and plain—
enemy in sight
.

   'And there they are, sir,' said Babbington, pointing to a glimmer of topsails over the dark curve of the land beyond the end of the Gut.

   'Come on,' cried Jack, and began labouring up the hill, gasping and moaning, running as fast as he could for the tower, the highest point on the Rock. There were some masons up there, working on the building, an officer of the garrison artillery with a splendid great telescope, and some other soldiers. The gunner very civilly offered Jack his glass: Jack leant it on Babbington's shoulder, focused carefully, gazed, and said, 'There's the
Superb
. And the
Thames
. Then two Spanish three-deckers—one's the
Real Carlos
, I am almost sure: vice-admiral's flagship, in any event. Two seventy-fours. No, a seventy-four and probably an eighty-gun ship.'

   '
Argonauta
,' said one of the masons.

   'Another three-decker. And three frigates, two French.'

   They sat there silently watching the steady, calm procession, the
Superb
and the
Thames
keeping their stations just a mile ahead of the combined squadron as they came up the Gut, and the huge, beautiful Spanish first-rates moving along with the inevitability of the sun. The masons went off to their dinner: the wind backed westerly. The shadow of the tower swept through twenty-five degrees.

   When they had rounded Cabrita Point the
Superb
and the frigate carried straight on for Gibraltar, while the Spaniards hauled their wind for Algeciras; and now Jack could see that their flagship was indeed the
Real Carlos
, of a hundred and twelve guns, one of the most powerful ships afloat; that one of the other three-deckers was of the same force; and the third of ninety-six. It was a most formidable squadron—four hundred and seventy-four great guns, without counting the hundred odd of the frigates—and the ships were surprisingly well handled. They anchored over there under the guns of the Spanish batteries as trimly as though they were to be reviewed by the King.

   'Hallo, sir,' said Mowett. 'I thought you would be up here. I have brought you a cake.'

   'Why, thankee, thankee,' cried Jack. 'I am devilish hungry, I find.' He at once cut a slice and ate it up. How extraordinarily the Navy had changed, he thought, cutting another: when he was a midshipman it would never in a thousand years have occurred to him to speak to his captain, far less bring him cakes; and if it had occurred to him he would never have done so, for fear of his life.

   'May I share your rock, sir?' asked Mowett, sitting down. 'They have come to fetch the Frenchmen out, I do suppose. Do you think we shall go for 'em, sir?'

   '
Pompée
will never be fit for sea these three weeks,' said Jack dubiously. '
Caesar
is cruelly knocked about and must get all her new masts in: but even if they can get her ready before the enemy sail, that only gives us five of the line against ten, or nine if you leave the
Hannibal
out—three hundred and seventy-six guns to their seven hundred odd, both their squadrons combined. We are short-handed, too.'

   '
You
would go for them, would not you, sir?' said Babbington; and both the midshipmen laughed very cheerfully.

   Jack gave a meditative jerk of his head, and Mowett said, '
As when enclosing harpooners assail, In hyperborean seas the slumbering whale
. What huge things these Spaniards are. The Caesars have petitioned to be allowed to work all day and night, sir. Captain Brenton says they may work all day, but only watch and watch at night. They are piling up juniper-wood fires on the mole to have light.'

   It was by the light of these juniper fires that Jack ran into Captain Keats of the
Superb
, with two of his lieutenants and a civilian. After the first surprise, greetings, introductions, Captain Keats asked him to take supper aboard—they were going back now—only a scrap-meal, of course, but some genuine Hampshire cabbage brought straight from Captain Keats' own garden by the
Astraea
.

   'It is very kind of you indeed, sir; most grateful, but I believe I must beg to be excused. I had the misfortune to lose the
Sophie
, and I dare say you will be sitting on me presently, together with most of the other post-captains.'

   'Oh,' said Captain Keats, suddenly embarrassed.

   'Captain Aubrey is quite right,' said the civilian in a sententious voice; and at that moment an urgent messenger called Captain Keats to the Admiral.

   'Who was that ill-looking son of a bitch in the black coat?' asked Jack, as another friend, Heneage Dundas of the
Calpe
, came down the steps.

   'Coke? Why, he's the new judge-advocate,' said Dundas, with a queer look. Or was it a queer look? The trick of the flames could give anyone a queer look. The words of the tenth Article of War came quite unbidden into his mind:
If any person in the fleet shall cowardly yield or cry for quarter, being convicted thereof by the sentence of a court-martial, shall suffer death
.

   'Come and split a bottle of port with me at the Blue Posts, Heneage,' said Jack, drawing his hand across his face.

   'Jack,' said Dundas, 'there is nothing I should like better, upon my oath; but I have promised Brenton to give him a hand. I am on my way this minute—there is the rest of my party staying for me.' He hurried off into the brighter light along the mole, and Jack drifted away: dark steep alleys, low brothels, smells, squalid drinking-shops.

   The next day, under the lee of the Charles V wall, with his telescope resting on a stone, and with a certain sense of spying or eavesdropping, he watched the
Caesar
(no longer the flagship) being eased alongside the sheer-hulk to receive her new lower mainmast, a hundred feet long and more than a yard across. She got it in so quickly that the top was over before noon, and neither it nor the deck could be seen for the number of men working on the rigging.

   The day after that, still from his melancholy height, full of guilt at his idleness and the intense, ordered busyness below, particularly about the
Caesar
, he saw the
San Antonio
, a French seventy-four that had been delayed, come in from Cadiz and anchor among her friends at Algeciras.

   The next day there was great activity on the far side of the bay—boats plying to and fro among the twelve ships of the combined fleet, new sails bending, supplies coming aboard, hoist after hoist of signals aboard the flagships; and all this activity was reproduced in Gibraltar, with even greater zeal. There was no hope for the
Pompée
, but the
Audacious
was almost entirely ready, while the
Venerable
, the
Spencer
and, of course, the
Superb
, were in fighting trim, and the
Caesar
was so near the final stages of her refitting that it was just possible she might be fit for sea in twenty-four hours.

   During the night a hint of a Levanter began to breathe from the east: this was the wind the Spaniards were praying for, the wind that would carry them straight out of the Gut, once they had weathered Cabrita Point, and waft them up to Cadiz. At noon the first of their three-deckers loosed her foretopsail and began to move out of the crowded road; then the others followed her. They were weighing and coming out at intervals of ten minutes or a quarter of an hour to their rendezvous off Cabrita Point. The
Caesar
was still tied up alongside the mole, taking in her powder and shot, with officers, men, civilians and garrison soldiers working with silent concentrated earnestness.

   At length the whole of the combined fleet was under way: even their jury-rigged capture, the
Hannibal
, towed by the French frigate
Indienne
, was creeping out to the point. And now the shrill squealing fife and fiddle broke out aboard the
Caesar
as her people manned the capstan bars and began to warp her out of the mole, taut, trim and ready for war. A thundering cheer ran all along the crowded shore, from the batteries, walls and hillside black with spectators; and when it died away there was the garrison band playing
Come cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer
as loud as ever they could go, while the
Caesar's
marines answered with
Britons strike home
. Through the cacophony the fife could still be heard: it was most poignantly moving.

   As the
Caesar
passed under the stern of the
Audacious
she hoisted Sir James's flag once more and immediately afterwards heaved out the signal
weigh and prepare for battle
. The execution of this was perhaps the most beautiful naval manoeuvre Jack had ever seen: they had all been waiting for the signal, they were all waiting and ready with their cables up and down; and in an unbelievably short space of time the anchors were catted and the masts and yards broke out in tall white pyramids of sail as the squadron, five ships of the line, two frigates, a sloop and a brig, moved out of the lee of the Rock and formed in line ahead on the larboard tack.

   Jack pushed his way out of the tight-packed crowd on the mile-head, and he was half-way to the hospital, meaning to persuade Stephen to mount the Rock with him, when he saw his friend running swiftly through the deserted streets.

   'Has she got out of the mole?' cried Stephen, at a considerable distance. 'Has the battle begun?' Reassured, he said, 'I would not have missed it for a hundred pounds: that damned fellow in ,Ward B and his untimely fancies—a fine time to cut one's throat, good lack a-day.'

   'There's no hurry—no one will touch a gun for hours,' said Jack. 'But I am sorry you did not see the
Caesar
warping out: it was a glorious sight. Come up the hill with me, and you will have a perfect view of both squadrons. Do come. I will call in at the house and pick up a couple of telescopes; and a cloak—it grows cold at night.'

   'Very well,' said Stephen, after a moment's thought. 'I can leave a note. And we will fill our pockets with ham: then we shall have none of your wry looks and short answers.'

'There they lay,' said Jack, pausing for breath again. 'Still on the larboard tack.'

   'I see them perfectly well,' said Stephen, a hundred yards ahead and climbing fast. 'Pray do not stop so often. Come on.'

   'Oh Lord, oh Lord,' said Jack at last, sinking under his familiar rock. 'How quick you go. Well, there they are.'

   'Aye, aye, there they are: a noble spectacle, indeed. But why are they standing over towards Africa? And why only courses and topsails, with this light breeze? That one is even backing her maintopsail.'

   'She's the
Superb
; she does so to keep her station and not over-run the Admiral, for she is a
superb
sailer, you know, the best in the fleet. Did you hear that?'

   'Yes.'

   'It was rather clever, I thought—witty.'

   'Why do they not make sail and bear up?'

   'Oh, there is no question of a head-on encounter—probably no action at all by daylight. It would be downright madness to attack their line of battle at this time. The Admiral wants the enemy to get out of the bay and into the Gut, so there will be no doubling back and so that he will have sea-room to make a dash at them: once they get well into the offing I dare say he will try to cut off their rear if this wind holds; and it looks like a true three-day Levanter. Look, there the
Hannibal
cannot weather the point. Do you see? She will be on shore directly. The frigate is making sad work of it. They are towing her head round. Handsomely does it—there we are—she fills—set the jib, man—just so. She is going back.'

   They sat watching in silence, and all around them they could hear other groups, scattered all over the surface of the Rock—remarks about the strengthening of the wind, the probable strategy to be observed, the exact broadside weight of metal on either side, the high standard of French gunnery, the currents to be met with off Cape Trafalgar.

   With a good deal of backing and filling, the combined fleet, now nine ships of the line and three frigates, had formed their line of battle, with the two great Spanish first-rates in the rear, and now they bore away due westwards before the freshening breeze.

   A little before this the British squadron had worn together by signal, and now they were on the starboard tack, under easy sail. Jack's telescope was firmly on the flagship, and as soon as he saw the hoist running up he murmured, 'Here we go.'

   The signal appeared: at once the press of canvas almost doubled, and within a few minutes the squadron was racing away after the French and the Spaniards, dwindling in his view—growing smaller every moment as he watched.

   'Oh God, how I wish I were with them,' said Jack, with a groan of something like despair. And some ten minutes later, 'Look, there's
Superb
going ahead—the Admiral must have hailed her.' The
Superb's
topgallant studdingsails appeared as though by magic, port and starboard. 'How she flies,' said Jack, lowering his glass and wiping it: but the dimness was neither his tears nor any dirt on the glass—it was the fading of the day. Down below it had already gone; a tawny late evening filled the town, and lights were breaking out all over it. Presently lanterns could be seen creeping up the Rock to the high points from which perhaps the battle might be seen; and over the water Algeciras began to twinkle, a low-lying curve of lights.

   'What do you say to some of that ham?' said Jack.

   Stephen said he thought ham might prove a valuable preservative against the falling damps; and when they had been eating for some time in the darkness, with their pocket-handkerchiefs spread upon their knees, he suddenly observed, 'They tell me I am to be tried for the loss of the
Sophie
.'