He had eighty-eight Marines remaining, after losing men to prizes. He needed at least thirty seamen. He scribbled a sum on a piece of paper. Yes, he could take all the Marines and still have room for the seamen. Well, that would please Rennick, who would be able to bring along his two lieutenants, four sergeants and four corporals and try them out. Not that there was any need to try out Sergeant Ferris and the two corporals who had come from the Calypso: they had already been in action several times.
Ramage found he was enjoying planning the details of the raid. For a start the Marines would all carry pistols, not the clumsy muskets which would be cumbersome when boarding the enemy. Pistols and cutlasses. The same for the seamen, who would also have boarding pikes, half pikes or tomahawks - they would be allowed the choice.
He did not like the idea of risking all the Dido's topmen, although the men who went aloft in the darkness to let fall the sails would be the most important in the raid, because they might well end up sailing the frigate out of Fort Royal with fighting still going on. Providing, Ramage told himself, that there was an offshore wind. If there was, the frigate would just about sail herself out to sea: it only needed a couple of hands at the wheel.
And that was the next part of his plan: twenty Marines had to be told off to secure the quarterdeck, and particularly the wheel, and hold it whatever happened.
Prisoners? Those Frenchmen who could swim would probably jump over the side as soon as they realized their ship had been captured and was being sailed out of Fort Royal, but that would still leave a large number on board who would have to be secured. They could be sent ashore later under a flag of truce - Ramage decided he was unwilling to sacrifice too many more men in a prize. Returning French seamen did not mean very much, since they could not have the ships to put them in - unless they packed them into the seventy-four.
Muffling the oars - Aitken would have to pay special attention to that. A gun to each boat, in case the alarm was given and they had to fight their way on board - and plenty of case shot, not roundshot, because they would be trying to kill men, not damage the ship. Water - they should have enough water breakers in each boat to refresh the oarsmen.
But what if the whole attack failed, and the French were lying in wait for them and drove them off? A rocket to signal the Dido to sail in as close as possible to take them off, assuming they would be badly mauled.
Ramage soon found he had a small pile of paper on his desk, notes for Aitken, Rennick and the other lieutenants. As he collected up the pages he told himself that it was not possible to plan against all the eventualities: things happened that no man could have anticipated, and by giving too many instructions it was possible to paralyse the officers, making them too rigid to respond to something out of the ordinary.
He leafed through his notes. Yes, that was about right: he was telling them what he wanted to happen, without making the orders too rigid.
He called to the sentry to pass the word for the first lieutenant. When Aitken arrived Ramage told him to alter course for Cap Salomon, and as soon as they were off it to make the signal for the Scourge's captain to come on board. The captain of the brig had to be told what was going on. There was nothing for the brig to do, other than continue her patrol as usual, but she had to be warned to expect fireworks and to take no notice should she see rockets lighting up the sky from the direction of the French frigate.
It took four hours to get up close enough to make a signal to the Scourge and get Lieutenant Bennett on board. The brig's captain listened to what Ramage told him without enthusiasm. Ramage had half expected that the young man would want to take part in the expedition, supplying at least a couple of boats, but there was no such suggestion: Bennett heard Ramage out in silence, and then returned to his ship.
By now it was dusk, and Ramage ordered the Dido to return to Diamond Rock and heave-to for the night. As soon as they were back off the Rock, Ramage sent for Aitken, Southwick and Rennick, and when they were seated in his cabin he said: 'Tomorrow we go to the westwards, out of sight of land, and practise the cutting out.'
'What do we use as a frigate?' asked Rennick.
'The Dido. Her lowerdeck gunports are 7 feet 6 inches off the water forward and 5 feet 8 inches amidships. With the gunports open, they'll be just about right for the men to climb up from the boats. We might fire a few muskets off over their heads, just to get them used to the idea.'
'The new men need it,' Rennick said. 'The men I brought from the Calypso have smelled powder many times. They'll steady the new men, if need be.'
Ramage told Aitken: 'Don't choose only former Calypsos among the seamen; mix in some new men. We've got to get them blooded.'
Aitken laughed at Ramage's unexpected use of the hunting term. 'You don't have to listen to the Calypsos grumbling at being left out. They will regard the new men as a crowd of Johnnie Comelatelys. I take it you'll want your usual boat's crew in the launch?'
'Of course,' Ramage said with a grin. 'The captain's boat has the captain's crew. Jackson and the rest of them wield useful cutlasses.'
'Seems as though I am the only one being left out,' grumbled Southwick. 'You all go off on a cutting out expedition and leave me here on board twiddling my thumbs.'
'I don't regard being left in command of a 74-gun ship as twiddling your thumbs,' Ramage said firmly. 'Think back to the Kathleen cutter and the Triton brig - you never thought that one day you'd be commanding a ship of the line.'
'Nor did you!' Southwick retorted. 'But the point is I'm not commanding her in action. I'm just acting as a horseholder while you are off enjoying a good fight. Why not leave Kenton or Martin in command?'
'Because they don't have your experience. If something unexpected happens and the Dido has to do something - and you know well enough the chances of that - I would sooner rely on you doing the right things than one of those lads. They're keen and willing, but they just haven't your experience.'
'Oh, very well,' said Southwick slightly mollified. 'It's just that I enjoy a fight, too!'
What Ramage knew he could not say was that there were two sides to an action - a lesson he had learned the hard way. There was the fighting, which was usually straightforward, and there was writing the despatch about it afterwards. It looked bad if a captain wrote that he had left command of his ship with, say, the third lieutenant. It was all right to leave it with the first lieutenant (who was in any case second-in-command) or with the master, who though a warrant and not a commission officer, was always experienced in ship handling. An admiral (and their Lordships) would accept a master where they would not accept a third or fourth lieutenant. And, Ramage had to admit, it was a reasonable enough attitude. It just made it hard on Southwick, who all too often was the one who was left behind.
It was a hot and humid night, cloudless but dark apart from the starlight. The wind was light, tending to fitful. The Dido had just passed Cap Salomon about three miles off and Pointe de la Baleine was now broad on the starboard bow. It was, Ramage reflected, a peaceful beginning to what was going to be a bloody night. The Dido was gliding along in a calm sea, leaving little more than a hint of a phosphorescent wake.
Ramage still found it hard to believe, on a night such as this, that he commanded a ship of the line, and he still marvelled at the complexity and sheer size of the ship. For instance, it had taken two thousand large trees, each weighing a couple of tons, to build her. Her sails - hardly strained in this wind - totalled 10,700 yards of canvas, and weighed more than six tons. The standing rigging weighed twenty-seven tons and the running rigging seventeen tons.