Ramage and the Dido

'Damned hard to make out which is which with all the smoke,' commented Southwick.

'The nearest one is the Frenchman,' Ramage said. 'She has something about her sheer that reminds me of the Calypso.'

'Fu

'I don't know that's such an advantage: there are many more shot flying around.'

'Aye, there's that to it, and I suppose most of them are bigger. Still, up to now we've been lucky.'

'Yes, a frigate and a ship of the line isn't a bad score to start with. We were lucky with the Junon, though: raking her bow so many times must have smashed her up forward. And a lucky shot started that fire. I wonder what it was.'

Southwick shrugged his shoulders. 'Could have been anything. Most probably a roundshot hit a cartridge. Or maybe it wasn't us at all: it could have been started accidentally by the French. Must have been chaos forward, after our broadsides.'

It took fifteen minutes for the Dido to work her way up to the frigates: the wind turned fitful and once the big ship was left almost becalmed, Ramage tantalized by the thunder of the frigates' guns.

Finally the Dido was in position, two hundred yards on the Requin's larboard quarter, and ready to make the final run in to pour a broadside into her. The gu

The Requin, like the Heron, was almost hidden in smoke and the flash of her guns firing played in it like summer lightning among evening clouds. The Dido approached slowly on her larboard quarter, Ramage watching her closely with the telescope. Not watching the ship, but watching the Tricolour, now hanging limp in a cloud. Suddenly he saw what he had been waiting for - the flag came down at the run: the French, seeing the Dido coming, had very sensibly decided the only way of escaping complete destruction was to haul down their colours before the ship of the line had a chance of firing a broadside into them.

'Put us alongside, Mr Aitken,' Ramage said. 'I doubt if the Heron is in much of a shape to take possession of her.'

Ramage waited for Aitken to pass the necessary orders and then sent one of the midshipmen to fetch Re

'As soon as we get alongside I want your Marines to take possession of the frigate,' Ramage said. 'Be very careful they don't get mixed up with a boarding party from the Heron. The smoke should be clearing very quickly, so there'll be less chance.'

Re

The Dido was carrying more way than Aitken expected and he gave the order to clew up the topsails a minute too late, so that she crashed into Requin with a thump that threw some of the Marines off their feet. But almost at once Re

topsides.

Ramage suddenly remembered that the French captain would probably formally surrender to the larger ship, the Dido rather than the Heron, and sent a midshipman hurrying down to his cabin to fetch his sword. As soon as the boy arrived back with it he put it on, saying to both Southwick and Aitken: 'You ought to be wearing swords: these French have fought well and we owe them the courtesies.'

Five minutes later, Re

He had only just started when, helped by two of his lieutenants, the captain of the Heron hobbled on board, his shin tied up with a bloodstained bandage.

He was an older man, heavily built and with a chubby face and grey eyes. 'Edward Eames,' he said as he introduced himself to Ramage. 'I'm sorry I took so long to get over here, but the beggars winged me just before they hauled down their colours, and I had to get a lashing put on it - it was spilling a lot of blood and filling m' boot.'

Ramage introduced himself and spoke quickly so that the Frenchman would not understand what he was saying to Eames. 'I've only just arrived alongside so I'll go by what you say. This fellow seems to have put up a good fight: do we let him keep his sword?'

Eames nodded vigorously. 'It was touch and go before you arrived: he fought well enough.'

Ramage turned to the Frenchman and said in French: 'Please keep your sword and regard yourself as a prisoner at large: you could not be expected to fight on.'

'The Junon - what happened?'

'She caught fire and blew up: my boats are looking for survivors - though I don't expect there to be many.'

'We saw the explosion,' the Frenchman said, 'and we realized our last chance had gone: we just had to fight on against the frigate, but when you approached . . .' The man shrugged his shoulders.

'You did the wise and honourable thing,' Ramage said. 'Now you'll be taken back to your ship.'

He repeated it to Re

He turned to Eames. 'Is your leg all right? Would you like my surgeon to have a look at it?'

'No, thank you. I'm all right. That Frenchman seems a decent sort of chap. Put up a deuced determined fight.'

'Yes. It must have been very depressing for him when he saw the seventy-four blow up: she was his last hope.'

'Yes, you'd already put paid to the other frigate. By Jove, your broadsides smashed him up.'

Ramage nodded. 'I was commanding a frigate until recently,' he said drily, 'and I ran into a couple of seventy-fours in the Mediterranean. I speak with experience of both sides when I say there's no disgrace in a frigate hauling down her colours when she meets a seventy-four.'

'I hope a court of inquiry would agree with you,' Eames said. 'I think some of them expect you to run up a butcher's bill before striking.'

'Then they've neither experience nor imagination,' Ramage said. 'Now, let's go down to my cabin and decide what we do next.'

As soon as Eames was seated comfortably in the armchair, his wounded leg supported by a stool, he explained that the Heron was on her way back to England after escorting some John Company ships south of 25° North. 'A couple of them were carrying specie for the Honourable East India Company,' Eames said, 'so it was decided to escort them further south than usual. I was on my way back when the French seventy-four and the two frigates appeared. I was making a bolt for it - though with not much hope of escaping - when I sighted you and you answered the private signal. That was a relief, I can tell you!'

'I'm bound for the West Indies, as you've probably guessed. What are we going to do about all these French prisoners?'

'I don't have enough men both to guard and sail two frigates,' Eames said. 'If you can spare me some men to guard one frigate, I'll probably be able to get them both to England.'

Ramage nodded his head but said: 'I don't know if the first one, the Sylphe, will make it. We'll inspect her, but we may have to set fire to her and just leave you with the Requin. It means you'll lose some prize money, but we may not have the choice.'