They’d grown accustomed to having reports of enemy dispositions from the flying boat, but they were still a week or more away from discovering whether their “new” aircraft would even fly. They were moving forward with the conviction that it would; many more airframes and engines based on the prototype were already being built, but it would take time before Big Sal ’s conversion was complete, and they still had to train a lot of pilots. Flight training was already under way, in an ingenious simulator that mimicked flight controls, but it remained firmly on the ground when students climbed aboard. What would happen when/if they actually flew?
In many ways, perhaps the greatest test of the Alliance would be faced in the coming days and weeks, and the thought no one was willing to voice was that, for the first time, Captain Matthew Reddy didn’t have Walker beneath his feet. He wouldn’t even be here when they learned, once and for all, whether he ever would again. That simple fact was the source of tremendous unease. In the past, the mere existence of the old destroyer had been a source of considerable comfort and security. They’d fought without her before, but she’d always been there, somewhere, somehow always ready to come to their aid just in the nick of time. This was the first time the Alliance had engaged in any major military undertaking without Walker to back them up.
Nakja-Mur and Dowden were tied to the dock, but Donaghey was moored beyond them. Scott’s launch was waiting to take Matt over after he said his good-byes. Adar, Keje, Spanky, Sandison, Brister, and Letts were all there, but the only one Matt really had eyes for was Sandra Tucker. She and Princess Rebecca had joined them mere moments before, almost out of breath. Sandra had obviously come straight from the hospital, where she’d been working either quite late or very early. Even after all these months, many of those wounded in the battle to save the city required ongoing operations. Her long, sandy brown hair was swept back in a girlish ponytail that accented her pretty face and slender neck.
Everyone knew Captain Reddy and Sandra Tucker were nuts about each other, even though they’d once tried to hide their feelings out of respect for Walker ’s crew. Of course, the crew probably knew how they felt before they did, and their poignant sacrifice was the source of much sympathy-and respect. Only after the Battle of Baalkpan, when it was clear that everyone knew and further denial was pointless, did Captain Reddy and Lieutenant Tucker show any open affection. Even then, public displays were limited to holding hands, an occasional embrace… and spending as much time together as they possibly could. It was obvious their love continued to grow and each was a reservoir for the other’s strength, but still they didn’t marry or “shack up,” as Silva and Cross had apparently done. They did nothing, in fact, that all the surviving destroyermen from Walker and Mahan couldn’t do. The men rolled their eyes in exasperation, called them dopes… and loved them for it.
Alan Letts liked and admired Sandra, as did everyone, but she always made him feel a little guilty. He loved Karen very much, but they’d convinced the captain to marry them when they’d all fully expected to die. Now things had changed, sort of, but his happiness was undiminished. He was guardedly ecstatic that he’d soon be a father. But his very happiness inspired much of his guilt. He couldn’t help thinking it wasn’t fair for him to be happy when so many of the men were still miserable. And not all those who were miserable were men.
Alan was amazed by Matt and Sandra’s self-sacrificing willpower. Again, he compared their situation to two star-crossed lovers from a John Ford western trapped in a Cecil B. DeMille epic, complete with a cast of thousands, monsters, and freak weather events. He noticed, with a surge of relief-for both of them-that as soon as Sandra arrived, she’d unobtrusively inserted her hand into the captain’s, and he’d reached to caress her face.
“Do you guys realize yesterday was the sixteen-month anniversary? A year and a third to the very day since we arrived… wherever we are?” Letts interjected into the awkward silence that ensued.
Matt nodded. “Sixteen months since the Squall. Since we escaped the Japs-and watched them sink Exeter and Electra and Pope… since we nearly got sunk ourselves.” He shook his head. “We lost a lot of good destroyermen that day. I didn’t forget.”
“Well… maybe you ought not go just yet. The dry dock’s finished and we’ll be pulling the plug in a few days. Ben’s going to fly…”
“It’s time to go,” Matt said simply. “You and the fellas can handle all that stuff.”
Letts nodded reluctantly.
Princess Rebecca stepped forward. “Mr. O’Casey is safe aboard your ship?”
“Stowed away, and no one the wiser.” Matt smiled at her concern for the one-armed man.
“I suppose it is best,” she reflected. “With Billingsly here and his spies on the loose, I fear they would have discovered him sooner or later. He grows weary of hiding. I do worry about him, though.”
“He’ll be fine,” Matt assured her. “And he wanted to go. Like you said, he’s tired of staying out of sight. Aboard ship he can do something, and the only time he has to be scarce is if Jenks comes aboard.” Matt grinned. “Besides, he has full confidence Silva could protect you from a super lizard with his bare hands.” He raised an eyebrow. “Where is Silva, by the way?”
“Sulking,” Sandra said, wryly. “He wanted to go too. Talk about bored! God knows what mischief he’ll cause! Until I let Mr. Sandison have him full-time, he was always either trying out his ‘toys,’ or down at the Busted… I mean, the Castaway Cook.” She tousled the princess’s hair. “Right now, I have ‘the duty.’”
Suddenly, Rebecca lunged forward and embraced the captain. He was so surprised that he stood there a moment, hands away from her. Slowly, he lowered them to encompass her and returned the hug. “Do be careful, Captain Reddy,” the girl said blearily. “I know your cause is just and I shall miss you, miss you all, terribly. But you must take care! I cannot help but feel you are protecting my people as well as your own, and somehow, all our fates are tied to you in the end!”
A lump had mysteriously formed in Matt’s throat. “I’ll take care, Your Highness,” he muttered self-consciously, “and I’ll watch out for your Mr. O’Casey.”
He shook hands with the other men and embraced Keje and Adar. That was their way, like Russians, he supposed, but it was like hugging a. .. well, he didn’t know what. “We’ll see you soon,” he said to Keje. “I’ll look forward to seeing the first flattop this world has ever known come steaming over the horizon!” He stepped back, but before he could compose himself, Sandra was in his arms. Wolf whistles and howls of delight came from Nakja-Mur, tied nearby.
After a reluctantly chaste kiss, Sandra looked up at him, her eyes swimming. “Do be careful, Captain Reddy,” she said, repeating Rebecca’s words.
I love you, he mouthed, then turned for the launch.
Walker had always gotten under way with an almost spastic energy, as if straining at her moorings like a dog on a leash. The 2nd AEF proceeded more ponderously. The steamers in particular seemed almost reluctant to get under way. Donaghey was much quicker. As soon as her cable was up and down, she snatched her anchor from the bottom and surged ahead with the quickening breeze, flag streaming to leeward. She piled on more sail, and soon she was slanting down toward the mouth of the bay. Tolson and the corvettes followed in her wake and it was clear the corvettes would be fast, handy ships. Then came the swift feluccas and slower transports. Finally, the steamers began to move. Nakja-Mur and Dowden slashed at the water with their single, center-mounted screws and began to gain headway with a lot of activity, shouted commands, and considerable noise from their engines and boilers. Steam jetted. It was clear their crews were learning as they went. Achilles gained far more efficiently, with her paddle wheels helping her maneuver, but didn’t pick up speed as fast. Soon, the entire fleet was steering for the Makassar Strait-and whatever awaited them beyond.