Ramage And The Rebels

Suddenly the schooner's carronade and first two guns were run out, their barrels jabbing from the ports like black, accusing fingers. Ramage, feeling that the gig was rowing right into the muzzle of the carronade, suddenly stood up again and, using the speaking trumpet that he had brought with him, shouted in French: 'If you fire, we will give no quarter!'

For more than a minute nothing happened and Ramage reckoned that the threat, the sight of four boats laden with boarders, and the harbour entrance blocked by a British frigate, was going to be enough to make the men in the privateers surrender. But the carronade gave an obscene red wink; suddenly yellow, oily smoke spurted out and with a noise like ripping calico the sea fifteen yards away to starboard erupted as if a hundred great fish had broken the surface in a gigantic leap to escape a marauding shark.

The crash of the gun firing was deafening but a moment later, as if from a great distance, Ramage heard Stafford's voice, a mixture of awe and scorn: The capting'd flog us if we aimed that bad I'

'And hell flog you anyway unless you put your back into that oar,' Jackson snarled. They shouldn't miss with the next round.'

The Frog wiv the grapeshot'll drop it on 'is foot and waste time cussing.'

Ramage saw that the second and third guns, 6 - pounders, were trained more to larboard, at the launch and the cutter.

'Quick,' Ramage snapped at Re

He cursed himself for not doing it sooner. The chances of a musket ball hitting Frenchmen were slight - any Marine who could fire through a port from a fast - moving boat would be a king among sharpshooters - but the thud of musket balls into woodwork might spoil the enemy gu

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Forty yards to go: Ramage could see dried salt forming a grey band two or three feet broad above the privateer's water - line and the black paint had the mauvish tinge that came from too much sun, salt - and age. The seams of the hull planking were opening up with the heat of the sun constantly on one side.

The bow!' he called to Jackson. 'Stand by, men; well board over her bow: up the bobstay, anchor cable, anchor stock - men with broad shoulders give the little chaps a leg - up!'

The Marines were frantically ramming home fresh shot as they reloaded their muskets, and now most of them were priming. 'One more volley through the ports, sir?' Re

And why not, Ramage thought they were dose enough now that at least a few shot should get through the ports, and discharged muskets 'could be left in the boat because, as Re

'Very well, but aim with care!'

Again mere was what seemed a ragged volley which in fact showed that each man was firing carefully, aiming for the narrow gap between gun and bulwark. There was more space at the top, but they were now so dose that the barrel of the gun helped protect the French gu

Suddenly there was an enormous crash, a thump of invisible pressure, and smoke filled the boat, followed by a distant shriek and confused shouting. The sun darkened and then lightened, and Ramage felt his lungs burning as he breathed in gun smoke. But his men were still rowing; the oars were still squeaking in the rowlocks and they came out into the sunlight again.

He glanced round to larboard, guessing what he would see. The second gun had fired and the cutter was now just a swirl in the water with splintered planking and oars floating away. Heads were bobbing about in the wreckage - several heads. Wagstaffe and the launch were still rowing fast but farther away now because, Ramage was glad to note, the second lieutenant was making for the schooner's stern, which also took him out of the arc of fire of the first gun. With Ramage's men boarding over the bow and Wagstaffe's over the transom, with luck Baker would board amidships, providing Ramage's men could silence that carronade.

Ramage twisted his cutlass belt round so that the blade hung down his back and would not trip him; he pushed the pistols more firmly into his waistband and jammed his hat firmly on his head.

Twenty yards, ten, five - and then the gig was under the privateer's bow, the oars were backing water to stop the boat, and there was a wild scramble as men began climbing, Ramage grabbed the thick, rusty lower fluke of the spare anchor and kicked upwards. The top edge of the planking, doubled for a couple of feet below the sheer line, made a narrow ledge for his feet so that he was held horizontally. He paused for a moment and saw that one swing up with his legs would enable him to catch his feet in the bottom edge of the port for the bowchase gun, the carronade that had missed the gig but which by now must have been reloaded and ready to fire.

He tensed his muscles and heaved upwards, and a moment later was standing spreadeagled across the port, off balance and leaning inboard with his belly against the wide muzzle of the gun. At the breech, four feet away, he saw a blur of movement: a man to one side cocked the flintlock; a second man, behind and beyond the recoil of the gun, began to take the strain on a lanyard - the trigger line which fired the gun. Within a moment the carronade would fire and blow him in half - the men were apparently aiming for Baker and the pi

As he tugged his second pistol free he sensed rather than saw men rushing past him: his own men from the gig who, coming over the bow, had not found so fast a route on board. The rest of the carronade's crew had vanished - fled aft, presumably, when they saw the Calypsos coming over the bow. But as Ramage looked back out of the port to see where the other boats were, he realized that the fighting had stopped: the privateer's crew were dead or had surrendered.

Then in the sea a few yards away he saw the expanding circle of splintered wood, the remains of the cutter with men clinging to the wreckage. Wagstaffe had obeyed his orders and not stopped with the launch, but now a boat could go back and pick up survivors. Jackson was standing in front of him, gri

'And our casualties?'

'None on board here, sir, but the cutter . . .'

'Yes, get back and pick up the survivors; I can see several men holding on to wreckage.'

Then Wagstaffe was reporting and then Baker, and after making sure the prisoners were being guarded, Ramage led them in a dash to the second privateer alongside, but there was no one on board. There were still eight more privateers to be secured, and after returning to the schooner and leaving instructions for securing the prisoners, he ordered the men back into the boats. As an afterthought he ordered one of the guards to lower the French flag, and the man paused a moment and said: ''Sfu