by Dudley Pope
Poitier looked away and in his own mind had not mentioned the word. ‘The point of the great rendezvous of the fleet in Candia was that we did not think you British would look there, should you learn that we were assembling ships.’
Ramage was about to comment that the Calypso comprised about the entire British force in the Mediterranean but held his tongue and gathered up the secret papers. ‘The letter cancelling the main operation and the orders that you should carry on to Candia are not here.’
Poitier looked startled, as though just discovering a theft. But he was also quite clearly trying to remember something. Suddenly he began taking a few folded papers from a trouser pocket. He sorted through them and found letters which were still folded.
Poitier pulled them out with a smile on his face. ‘These were given me by the minister’s aide yesterday: I forgot to put them away with all the other papers, otherwise you would have read them. They belong with the others. Perhaps you will allow me…’ With that Poitier tucked them under the pile, so that they were in date order.
Ramage, admiring the man’s subtlety, picked up the pile again. The extra letters were blood-stained and creased.
‘Assure yourself of their genuineness and then read them,’ Poitier said.
Ramage took the first one and examined the seal again, holding the paper against the light to see the watermark, although given the circumstances in which he had obtained the papers, there could be no trickery. He unfolded the letter and read it. Blood had dried across one corner but had not blurred the writing.
It was a copy of a letter from the War Minister himself and addressed to General Bruiton, commanding the French forces at Candia. It said that the attempt on Egypt, of which he had been apprised and for which he had been ordered to prepare provisions and fresh water, had been cancelled, and instructed him what to do with his ships and men. However, because General Bruiton’s force had suffered such losses from sickness and desertion in Crete, the troops at present embarked in the vessels commanded by Admiral Poitier were to be landed in Candia to form part of the garrison. The two bomb ketches were to remain at Candia and form part of its defences, the Navy instructing the army in the use of the mortars, and once this was done the crews of the two vessels would be put on board ‘whichever of the frigates Admiral Poitier specified’.
Ramage read the letter a second time. Yes, this would be the way the minister would inform people like Poitier. He reached out for the second document, addressed to Poitier and from the Minister of Marine. It said, almost word for word, what Poitier had related – that he was to take his force to Candia.
Poitier had been honest. Ramage slid the documents back into the pile. ‘I have to leave this cabin for a few minutes.’ He walked over to the door of the quarter gallery to starboard and pushed it open before going out through the main door, acknowledging the sentry’s salute.
Egypt, he thought; Bonaparte must be off his head. At any rate, the drunken artillery colonel need no longer worry about sand.
As Ramage climbed the companionway he remembered bitterly what the French major had known in the prison cell at Orbetello: that information was only valuable if it could be passed on to someone in a position to make use of it. By a combination of luck and blackmail, he had discovered that the French were, at least until a few days ago, assembling a fleet and an army to invade Egypt. The only way he could warn the Admiralty was to sail the Calypso a thousand miles to Gibraltar, and that involved abandoning the most potentially exciting orders he had ever received. The alternative was to send one of the bomb ketches with the news. But it would take weeks to get there…He admitted that the Admiralty would be justified in bringing him to trial for allowing such delay…
CHAPTER TWENTY
As Ramage stepped out on deck, almost dazzled by the sunshine, he saw a small xebec lying astern, a line serving as a painter leading out through a stern-chase port and made fast round her mast. The lateen yard, with its furled sail, was curved like a bow. The hull had not seen a coat of paint for a couple of years but like most of her type she was fast.
He was just turning to go to the rail, expecting to find Aitken, when he almost bumped into a small figure with a cutlass belt across his shoulder and giving a salute that made up in keenness what it lacked in martial correctness.
‘Report from Mr Wagstaffe, sir,’ Paolo Orsini said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. ‘He gave me command of the xebec, and I have Jackson as my second-in-command, and–’
‘You made a fast passage: we were watching you,’ Ramage interrupted briskly. ‘Where is the report from Mr Wagstaffe?’
Paolo looked embarrassed and Ramage, noticing everyone within earshot had stopped whatever he was doing, said: ‘A verbal report?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Good news?’
‘Oh yes, sir, very!’
‘Out with it then!’
‘Well, sir, we captured the second frigate! We cut her out of Porto Ercole. Well, perhaps not cut her out because all the French had bolted, but we towed her out and anchored her out of range of any shore guns.’
‘Congratulations,’ Ramage said, and added with a smile: ‘In fact it is the third frigate.’
Paolo looked puzzled, and Ramage realized that Jackson, Stafford and Rossi were standing nearby. ‘The first was the one we blew up with the mortar shell, the second–’
‘Was the one we sank an hour ago,’ Ramage interrupted. ‘So the one you’ve towed out is the third.’
Paolo now looked very disappointed, as though only the two bomb ketches had a right to sink frigates in these waters and that ships like the Calypso were little better than poachers.
Ramage gestured to Southwick and Aitken to join them. ‘Mr Orsini brings news from Mr Wagstaffe: they’ve towed out the third frigate and anchored it out of possible range of the batteries.’
‘Hah! Three out of three,’ Southwick exclaimed. ‘But Mr Orsini doesn’t seem pleased. Is anything wrong? A lot of men killed?’ The old master reminded him of everyone’s favourite grandfather, always fussing over the grandchildren.
Ramage raised his eyebrows questioningly, and when Paolo shook his head he said: ‘Mr Orsini thinks the bomb ketches had a lien on the three frigates, and I believe he regards us as poachers over the Furet. You’d better tell him.’
Southwick gave a great bellow of laughter and Ramage joined in when he saw the startled expressions on the faces of Paolo, Jackson, Stafford and Rossi.
‘The Furet,’ Southwick explained, ‘can be shared between the bomb ketches – unless you know which one exploded a shell in her wake as she came out of Porto Ercole.’
‘Did that sink her, sir?’ Jackson asked disbelievingly.
‘No. In fact we had a long chase after her – right down to here. But for a long time we just could not overhaul her enough to let go the broadsides. Then Mr Ramage noticed something – you remember both bomb ketches were sailing down by the bow as we came down to Argentario and what he shouted to you to do?’
The four nodded their heads vigorously.
‘Well, this was the first time that the Calypso has had a trial of sailing against a sister ship, and although she wasn’t drawing ahead, we weren’t overhauling. Leastways, not until Mr Ramage spotted that both of us – the Furet and the Calypso – were griping too much, even though we had stunsails set only on one side. He spotted why and cured it in the Calypso, with the result that we suddenly started overhauling the Furet.
‘They tried to drive her faster – but although that mortar shell of yours hadn’t done any damage that showed when she was driven hard, as soon as they tried extra hard – or it may have been a coincidence: I reckon it was – she sprung a plank or two, and the tremendous pressure of water just opened her up, like peeling a banana. She luffed up – we thought to engage us, of course – and we both got off a few broadsides, but she sank…’
By now Orsini was grinning, but Ramage suddenly remembered Gibraltar. Perhaps he could leave the bom
b ketches to carry out his orders. Even stay with them and send Aitken in the Calypso to Gibraltar with a dispatch. No, the Admiralty would not stand for that. He half-heard something Paolo had said to Aitken.
‘What was that about the frigate?’
‘The one we towed out, sir: I was saying that she’s hardly damaged.’
‘But there was wreckage hanging from her masts and yards when we passed – some of it seemed to be burning.’
‘Yes, sir, but once we had her anchored, we cleared most of that while we were getting the xebec ready.’
‘Do you mean to say this frigate – the one you towed out – is seaworthy?’
‘Oh yes, sir: Mr Wagstaffe told me particularly to tell you he’d have her ready for sea by the time you returned to Porto Ercole. By noon tomorrow, anyway.’
‘Thank you,’ Ramage said sarcastically. ‘So far telling me about it had slipped your memory.’
‘Sorry, sir’ the boy said. ‘Might we have a drink of water, sir? We had no time to get water or provisions before we sailed to try to catch you up.’
Ramage nodded to Aitken.
‘Get them fed – I have to go below to write a report to the commander-in-chief at Gibraltar. Tell Renwick to send a Marine to guard the French admiral and then you join me in my cabin. Orsini, what’s the name of this other frigate?’
Ramage signed the dispatch, found the ink was drying fast from the heat so that he did not need the sandshaker, and then looked up at Aitken. ‘Well, I’m sorry I’ve been able to give you only ten minutes, but have you made up your mind?’
The Scots first-lieutenant nodded. ‘Aye, sir, and don’t think I’m not grateful for the offer to command her, but if it’s all the same, I’d sooner stay with you in the Calypso and perhaps you’d agree to Wagstaffe taking the other frigate, this Tortue, to Gibraltar. It might lead to him being made post.’
‘You’d definitely be made post,’ Ramage said. ‘I’m sure the admiral will buy her in and give you the command.’
‘Aye, sir, I know; but there’ll be more chances for me later, but maybe not such a good one for Wagstaffe. And to be honest, sir, I’m enjoying this cruise; it seems – if you’ll pardon the familiarity – to have the Ramage touch.’
Ramage was startled to hear a phrase in English which he had heard in French not half an hour earlier from another man sitting in the same chair.
‘Very well, I appreciate it. You’d better warn Orsini and his scoundrels that they’ve got to beat us to Porto Ercole with this dispatch. They can sail as soon as I’ve written orders for Wagstaffe. In this light wind that xebec will beat us there by hours…’
‘Aye, sir, and if the lads know what the orders are then the Tortue will be out of sight over the western horizon long before we get there. Should Martin take over command of the Brutus, sir? Perhaps Orsini could have the Fructidor…we’re very short of officers…’
He was just getting up to leave the cabin when Ramage motioned him to stay. ‘Pass the word for Renwick to bring the French admiral and that other officer to this cabin.’
While the first-lieutenant gave the order, Ramage took the admiral’s sword from the locker in which Silkin had stowed it, and gave the scabbard a wipe with the corner of a curtain.
Within a few minutes he would return the sword to Poitier. In fact, Ramage thought sourly, Poitier has not done much to deserve it, but it was very important that the French government had no hint that the British knew of Bonaparte’s plans for Egypt, because cancelled plans could be brought into use again.
The formal return of his surrendered sword, the warrior’s age-old tribute to a gallant but vanquished foe, would be reported back to the Minister of Marine in Paris as soon as Poitier and the other prisoners were landed under a flag of truce in Porto Ercole. This would indicate that the British considered that Poitier had fought a brave fight. There would be no gossip about papers not destroyed – only two living men knew about them. Ramage went to a drawer in his desk, took out the lead-weighted box with its smashed lid, and went out to the quarter gallery. He dropped it over the side. The letters would have sunk long ago.
Series order & Synopses
Dates given are for first publication and (for Ramage series) year in which novel is set.
Ned Yorke Series
These Titles can be read as a series, or randomly as standalone novels
1. Buccaneer 1981
2. Admiral 1982
3. Galleon 1986
4. Corsair 1987
5. Convoy 1979
6. Decoy 1983
Ramage Series
These Titles can be read as a series, or randomly as standalone novels
1. Ramage 1796 1965
2. Ramage & the Drumbeat 1797 1968
3. Ramage & the Freebooters 1797 1969
4. Governor Ramage RN 1797 1973
5. Ramage’s Prize 1798 1974
6. Ramage’s Mutiny 1799 1977
7. Ramage & the Rebels 1800 1978
8. The Ramage Touch 1800 1979
9. Ramage’s Signal 1800 1980
10. Ramage & the Guillotine 1801 1975
11. Ramage & the Renegades 1802 1981
12. Ramage’s Devil 1803 1982
13. Ramage’s Trial 1803 1984
14. Ramage’s Challenge 1803 1985
15. Ramage’s Diamond 1804 1976
16. Ramage at Trafalgar 1805 1986
17. Ramage & the Saracens 1806 1988
18. Ramage & the Dido 1806 1989
Synopses (Fiction & non-fiction)
Published by House of Stratus
A. Ned Yorke Series
Buccaneer
It is the 1650’s and Spain considers the Caribbean to be its own private sea. But England, Holland and France conspire to battle for freedom on the oceans set in days littered with the plunder of piracy. Ned Yorke, a loyal Royalist living in Barbados has a small vessel and devoted crew and together they sail, hunted by Roundheads and Spaniards, determined to pay whatever the price for freedom from tyranny. What transpires is a colourful, dramatic retelling of historical events surrounding the capture of Jamaica and the infamous raid on Santiago.
Admiral
Charles II returns from exile bringing with him unease to the Spanish Main. In this vivid description of seventeenth-century buccaneers, Ned Yorke, the leader and hero of the swashbuckling band are depended upon for the defence of Jamaica, fighting with captured Spanish guns. Daring raids on the Spanish seem inevitable, as Yorke sets out on the high seas to distant adventures on behalf of the King and his own honour.
Galleon
As England falls under a blanket of peace with the restoration of Charles II, in distant Jamaica all is not well. Though there is peace with Spain, there is No Peace Beyond the Line. It seems that the West Indies have become the private estate of the King of Spain. But Ned Yorke, Admiral of the Brethren, leader of the Buccaneers will not kowtow to the new Governor in Jamaica who is bent on weakening the Island’s defences and destroying its currency. Ned Yorke and his Buccaneers must not remain idle. The third in a series set in the Caribbean, Dudley Pope reveals a masterful plot of subtle, seafaring lore wound around the tense excitement of adventure on the high seas.
Corsair
In the 1660’s Jamaica was an uneasy island, occupied by Spain but settled by the English and French. When Admiral of the Brethren, Ned Yorke, a brave, loyal Buccaneer, learns that Spain is mounting a Caribbean fleet perhaps to protect the treasures of Spanish ships, or carry an army to Jamaica, he vows to find out the truth. Yorke’s audacious attacks on Spanish camps reveal all and the Buccaneers must fight a bloody, desperate battle to try and hinder them.
Convoy
A deadly game of cat and mouse unravels its way out of this spine tingling war story as Lieutenant Yorke must find an answer to one vital question: how are German U-Boats sinking merchant ships from inside the convoys? In this gripping saga of heroism and intrigue, Yorke discovers the fate of one entire convoy. Only his wit and darin
g can lead to its survival and that of himself.
Decoy
It is February 1942 and the war in the Atlantic looks grim for the Allied convoys. The ‘Great Blackout’ has started, leaving the spy centre of Bletchley Park in Buckinghamshire at a loss as to what the Nazis are planning. U-boat Command has changed the Hydra cipher. The Enigma cannot be broken. Cipher experts can no longer eavesdrop on Nazi command, which leaves convoys open for attack by packs of marauding Nazi submarines. Winning the Battle of the Atlantic will surely give Hitler a final victory. And who can stop him?
B. Ramage Series
Ramage
1796 – sea battles raging and an attack from the French has left third-lieutenant Ramage the sole officer in charge of his frigate. With orders from Nelson to be obeyed and a daring mission to be completed, young Nicholas Ramage must rise to the challenge. Despite the grave adversity of his situation, Ramage embarks upon an intrepid rescue with quite unforeseen consequences. This thrilling adventure is the first in Dudley Pope’s popular and much-loved series.
Ramage & the Drumbeat
Ramage and the Drumbeat takes the brave Lord Ramage to the new world where he becomes embroiled in a series of electrifying sea battles and hazardous political shenanigans. He must once again prove his mettle as he undergoes the merciless enemy attacks. Fighting alongside Lord Nelson, this is Ramage at his best.
Ramage & the Freebooters
Lieutenant Lord Ramage is given command of the Triton brig and ordered to deliver three sealed dispatches to admirals in the Caribbean. Unfortunately, he is also given command of a mutinous crew that he must overcome if he is to deliver the dispatches and prevent himself from being made a convenient scapegoat…
Governor Ramage RN
Lieutenant Lord Ramage, expert seafarer and adventurer, undertakes to escort a convoy across the Caribbean. This seemingly routine task leads him into a series of dramatic and terrifying encounters. Lord Ramage is quick to learn that the enemy attacks from all angles and he must keep his wits about him in order to survive. Fast and thrilling, this is another highly-charged adventure from the masterly Dudley Pope.