"Aye, he's got some 'splainin' t'do!" Miss Nancy threatened.
Damme, wonder why I ever thought she was toppable, Lewrie thought with a frisson of dread; now she looks like death's head on a mopstickl
"Let us in there, damn yer blood!"
"Why… go right in, ladies," Haslip snickered, half-bowing to them and doffing his tarred hat. "You go right in!"
In the face of that, Lewrie retreated to the middle of his day-cabin as about ten women swished in like a Macedonian phalanx, bristly and out-of-sorts.
"Arrr… some live better'n others, I do declare," Old Trollop remarked, looking 'round at the furnishings. Lewrie kept a harder eye on the Lissome Daughter, who was picking things up and valuating them; books, plates, cups,.spoons, napkin-rings… anything that wasn't locked up or nailed down, and several others were coughing, strolling, and "shopping" too; a sure sign they'd practiced the shop-lifting "lay" a time or two together.
"We'll frisk you down when you leave, ladies," Lewrie declared, "so you might as well leave my things be."
"Aye, an' I'll jus' bet ye'd enjoy th' pattin' down," Lissome Daughter tittered.
"Depends on how you might enjoy it, young miss." Lewrie grinned.
"La, what a cheeky ol' bugger ye are!" She coloured, swishing her skirts impishly. "Fetchin', though…"
"An' take 'at spoon out your apron pocket," Aspinall warned.
"What do you wish of me?" Lewrie asked.
"First of all, Cap'um… how 'bout ya trot out some grog? We're dry as dust," Miss Nancy demanded, "an" them sailors o' your' won't go shares no more."
"Ah." Lewrie glowered. "That all?"
"Nossir, it ain't," Old Trollop thundered. "We wants t'know what's t'happen to us, dammit! What-all that speechifyin' was about."
"Aye, does that mean they'll hang us as traitors'n rebels if we stay out here?" Nancy frowned, hands on her hips in a full aggressive fishwife's stance. "Mean, do we let 'em top us, we're guilty of givin' comfort an' such, so we get took up for't?"
"Ah!" Lewrie glimmed, his eyes crinkling with un-looked-for inspiration. "Uhm, Aspinall… do you and Andrews fetch out the barricoe of wine from the lazarette… the, uhm… claret. Mister Padgett, may I prevail upon you to break out all my cups and glasses? I doubt I've seats for all of you ladies, but…" he said invitingly, waving a hand about the cabins.
"Claret, well now!" Several oohed or ahhed. "Ain' niver had a claret." "Sure ye ain't got no gin?" one of them had to carp though.
They shoved dining table chairs out in the open, tried to shift his desk chairs but found they were "fiddled down"; filled the settee to starboard overfull, even perching on the arms, and clucked and put on airs as they got their glasses, mugs, or coffee cups filled from a hastily decanted pewter pitcher, getting "lordly" for lordly guzzle.
Well, burgundy, Lewrie sniffed to himself, not good claret, and I doubt they'll know the difference. Gad, look at 'em slosh it back… that five-gallon barricoe 'II be gone in an eyeblink!
"Now, ladies…" he began, accepting a sherry glass full of the wine himself-to be "chummy." "I have to warn you… what our King said is that he no longer looks on this as a mutiny but as an armed rebellion against the Crown. And anyone who persists in it is labeled a traitor to King and Country from the moment it was read. Just like readin' the Riot
Act before the soldiers come to clear the streets… once you hear it you have no more excuses for creating a disturbance."
"God o' Mercy, they'll string us all up!" one of the older ones wailed into her hand, her fine "claret" forgotten and her eyes red.
"Tosh, ya silly ol' cow!" Nancy gravelled, tossing her chin and her hair. "Won't hang poor whores, 'cept those that sided with rebels! Transport some maybe…" she said, level-headedly, "examples, like."
"Gawd, I don't wanna go t'no New South Wales!" Lissome Daughter whined. "T'other end o' th' world, nigger savages an' snakes… tigers an' dragons! I seen 'em in a book, I did! Real dragons, with tongues o' fire! An' coal-black murderers wif pointy teeth too!"
"Hmmph!" Lewrie heard Cox'n Andrews sniff in disdain. He gave him a shrug, to commiserate with him over the pig-ignorance of whores.
"Oh, worse than that." Lewrie winced, almost sucking wind between his teeth, trying to recall all he'd seen in the Far East or in a recent account of the flora and fauna of that part of the world.
"Lord, what'd be worse, sir?" Lissome Daughter blubbered.
"Sea-snakes, long as this ship," Lewrie intimated forebodingly. "Crawl right out of the water and swallow folk whole. Poisonous snakes, but with mouths that big, it doesn't matter much, now does it. Snakes and scorpions on land, spiders big as soup plates… poisonous too, I read. Crocodiles fiercer than the ones in Egypt… plagues of flies as bad as the Bible. A lot of sickness. Can't even wet your feet in any stream 'thout you get bit by something. Can't sleep safe…"
They sat gap-mouthed, looking physically ill.
"An' that whatchyacallem they read, h'it says if we be took with rebels, we're rebels too, then?" the red-eyed one sniffled.
"That's what it meant, yes," Lewrie sadly intoned. "Means any person who sells 'em anything, associates with 'em, or even knows who they are but doesn't speak up, will be called a rebel too. Can't hide 'em out from the law either. If you don't stop others from helping them, that's enough for a court to rule you guilty. Just like it urged me to do my utmost to quash them and take back this ship and return it to proper duty."
Proteus was shimmying now, heeling over a few degrees from upright as she paid off from the breeze under the barest amount of sail, making a queasy leeway, not yet under helm control.
"Hoy, where they be takin' us then?" Old Trollop barked, getting to her feet in a huff. "Dear God, not t'France, surely!"
"No, just a bit across the Great Nore," Lewrie patiently explained, putting on a sad smile to calm her. "Recall what that delegate said… about blockading London? They're shifting ships so they have a line right across the Thames approaches. Further apart, d'ye see…"
Further out from each other, he schemed hopefully, where they'd have to guess the range and would have to be quick off the mark to hit Proteus with their first un-organised broadsides, before she got far enough away to show them a clean pair of heels! Far enough that it would take too long for a re-enforcing boarding party to come help their mutineers, should they overpower them? Aha!
"We didn't want no part o' this, Cap'um, sir!" Nancy insisted. "Kept us aboard, press-ganged! Wasn't our doin'! You could speak up for us, couldn't ye, Cap'um Lewrie?"
"Kept us broke an' poor as them, th' shitten cheats!" one more spoke up sarcastically, one of the more pragmatic variety. "Here! We could go 'board them new ships, 'long as this'n writes a letter to th' magistrates, tellin' 'em we're innocent. 'Long as we're kept out here, why can't we turn a shillin'r two, I ask ye? We gotta eat!"
"No visiting 'tween ships," Lewrie pointed out quickly. "That's one of their rules. Besides… the way I hear it told, the North Sea ships came here to get paid, 'cause they're stone-broke too!"
"Ya mean they're 'skint' too?" Nancy sneered. "Gawd, I just knew it. E'en with our gowns on, we're just fucked, is all."
"Wouldn't be th' first time that 'appened, Nancy," Old Trollop hooted. "Wi' half our trade 'knee-tremblers' in an alley! Cheap shits, too cheese-parin' t'rent a room, an' all that tar an' splinters from crates'n barrels on me bum, come mornin'…"