Time had flown by since Drakkar had defeated Reaper. Reports had been sent to the admiralty with several recommendations having been made. Commodore Gardner had favorably endorsed each. It was time Buck and Pope were made captain. Both had held commands and were more than capable to command a frigate. Earl deserved a small command. Maybe he could be made first lieutenant if ever Buck or Pope were promoted.
And Gabe! It had been Gabe in the Shark that initiated the assault on the brig that was attacking Scythe’s stern. He had evaluated the situation, sensed the opportunity, and seized it. Otherwise, had the brig been left unopposed, Scythe would have been destroyed or at least overwhelmed right from the start. Gabe’s actions not only ensured the outcome of the battle but probably saved a lot of blood. English blood. What would be best for Gabe and Dagan? This was a question Anthony still pondered.
After returning to English Harbour, Anthony had summoned Dagan. In the privacy of his cabin to prevent embarrassment to Dagan, Anthony had thanked him for saving his life. He wanted Dagan to be assured of his status in the Anthony family. In a quiet moment the two men grasped each other’s hand. A knowing and understanding look passed between the two and then it was over. The incident had not and would not be mentioned again.
Two new lieutenants had arrived after Drakkar had sailed away toward her rendezvous with the Reaper. They would have been useful had they arrived earlier but at least they could be of help with so many wounded and killed.
Lieutenant Markham had been placed in command of LeCroix after Lieutenant Mainard’s death.
Anthony’s family had also arrived while Drakkar had been sailing toward her rendezvous with the Reaper. His sister Becky, her husband Hugh and little Gretchen (who had grown but was still a spoiled little snit) had all made the trip. Anthony’s mother had been too ill to travel, but Gabe’s mother Maria had made the voyage with Becky and her family. Maria seemed to fit in well enough, and the three women kept the men busy as the wedding day grew near. During one of the few private moments Deborah was able to share with Anthony she commented, “It’s no wonder your father was infatuated with Maria. She’s beautiful, sincere and can be very humorous… At times I’m absolutely jealous.”
Gabe spent as much time with his mother as duty allowed, and Anthony was suddenly very glad she came, partly because of Gabe, but also because of Dagan. Dagan had been very subdued ever since the incident with the pirate. Anthony had become worried. However, since Maria had arrived Dagan had spent numerous hours with his sister and he appeared rejuvenated.
Only young Lieutenant Graf, one of the new officers, had been stupid enough to question Dagan’s departure from the ship. As Dagan was climbing down to a jolly boat, Graf called to him. “I say Dagan, where are you about?” Dagan’s stoic reply was “Ashore.” Graf should have dropped it then but didn’t. Instead, he said, “I don’t recall anyone giving you leave to depart the ship.” Anthony had been in conversation with Mr. Stokes, the carpenter, and overheard Graf’s remarks. So had Buck.
Not wanting Anthony to be involved, Buck called to Graf. “Excuse me sir, but do you have the watch?”
“Aye, sir,” Graf replied to the first lieutenant.
“Well, I wish you’d tend to your duties and leave Dagan to attend his. I declare sir, this watch is as loose as a whore’s drawers. I’m not sure you’re fit to stand watch over a bumboat.”
Stokes grinned at Anthony. “I think Mr. Buck’s got the boy’s attention, sir. They get to feeling important at that stage and ‘as to be taken down a peg or two from time to time.”
When Anthony got the chance to talk privately with his sister he asked about their mother. He had the feeling Becky had been hiding something, evading any conversation about their mother. “What is wrong?” he finally demanded.
Becky sighed and said, “Mother’s going mad. She goes into fits of delirium. She curses and imagines all sorts of creatures are after her, especially snakes. The doctors give her opium when she’s at her worst. Her skin has turned yellow. Jaundiced, the doctors call it. They’ve bled her, but nothing seems to help-except brandy and the opium.”
“It may be the brandy that’s caused it,” Anthony replied. “I’ve seen it in a few ship’s surgeons.”