It might reassure Lacey if the Calypso made some signals, but the lieutenant already knew how La Perle had been captured because of a captured French signal book, and he might suspect the Dutch had played the same trick. Paolo Orsini was waiting and Ramage ordered: 'Hoist La Creole's pendant number, and then 243, 63 and 371.'
Ramage knew the first one would puzzle the young midshipman, who had long since shown he knew by heart most of the signals in the book. But as he wrote the numbers on the slate he paused to look up the meanings of all three, then repeated them, obviously worried that Ramage had made mistakes. 'Numbers 243, Quit prizes or ships under convoy, and join the Admiral; 63, Anchor as soon as convenient; and 371, sir. The strange ships have been examined.' "Correct, Orsini, and then, when she has anchored, the signal for the captain to come on board.' 'Aye aye, sir.' Aitken wore a broad grin. That first one should convince Lacey, sir. No Dutchman, even if he knew about La Perle and had the signal book, would think of that. And the harbour must seem full of "strange ships" from his position: he can see the masts of those privateers beyond us I' Within fifteen minutes of the signal flags being hoisted the schooner was close - reaching through the harbour entrance, guns run out and men with telescopes up the masts: the wary Lacey had obviously not ruled out the chance of a trap and keeping over to the windward side of the channel, was giving himself room to wear round and get out again. An hour later Lacey was sitting down opposite Ramage as Silkin served the first course of the midday meal. 'I trust that you like callalou soup,' Ramage said. 'I've never tried it, sir,' Lacey admitted. 'Callalou is a sort of local spinach. Silkin is convinced it does me good.' Lacey, still unused to being treated as a commanding officer, raised hi} spoon and sipped cautiously, obviously expecting it to be hot Finding it was being served cold he tackled it boldly and nodded his appreciation. 'Now,' Ramage said, 'tell me the details of the La Perle business.'
There isn't much to tell, sir. She steered a course for the Main, burned lights at night, and pumped. I think the leak was worsening all the time, but her pumps were just about holding. I was watching in case she settled really low in the water, but usually I kept astern of her.' 'Did she keep the same course?'
'Yes, sir. I think they'd decided to make for San Juan de los Cayos. Anyway, that's where we arrived twenty - eight hours after leaving you. I expected her to anchor, but they rounded up, reduced sail, hoisted out boats, made sail again and steered straight for the beach.
'By this .time it was getting so shallow that I bad a man in the chains with a lead and had the sheets eased, so we were making only a couple of knots, but the French were in a hurry: she hit the shallows making a good five knots.'
'Her draught increased by the leak?'
'By a couple of feet, sir: we were watching the waterline in relation to the height of her gun ports. Anyway, it must have been a soft bottom, although farther out we were finding sand with our lead, and she slowly came to a stop, with courses and topsails still set'
Ramage nodded. 'It's a strange sight, a ship with canvas set but not moving. A stronger wind, of course, and the masts would have gone by the board.'
'Yes, sir, they didn't wait to let anything run - sheets, tacks, braces, halyards . . . They just tossed booms over the side, hatch covers, anything that would act as rafts. And then they abandoned ship, the boats towing the rest of the men as they clung to anything that floated. Then, when the boats had just about reached the beach - there was quite a heavy surf and two of the boats broached and capsized - we saw smoke coming from the main hatch. Ten minutes later the ship was blazing from stem to stem. The sails burned like sheets of paper in that wind; the rigging was a fantastic sight, with all the tar on it, the rope spluttering like slow match as it burned. Then the masts went by the board, well alight by the time they fell and sending up clouds of steam as they hit the water.'
With his face flushed by the excitement of telling the story, Lacey stopped, embarrassed at his own eloquence, and carried on with his soup. When he had finished and refused more when Silkin offered the tureen, he nodded when Ramage asked if there was anything more to tell.
'When the masts and yards went by the board she lost a lot of weight and this made her float higher - enough for her to move again. The wind caught her and slewed her round parallel to the beach, which runs east to west, and she had her bow to the west. I think the wind then began coming in through the sternlights - ' he turned to gesture to the large windows of Ramage's cabin - 'and it was like a pair of bellows starting up. She moved perhaps fifty yards, a little to the westward, and just burned like the fire in a blacksmith's forge. An hour later - we were anchored offshore, just watching her - she had burned almost to the water's edge.'
'And the Spanish?' Ramage asked. 'Any sign of patrols?'
'No, sir. The French ship's company were just scattered along the beach. Some of them were trying to haul the boats higher, so that they wouldn't be smashed by the surf, but three broke up. We saw a group of Spaniards to the east, from the village, but they were keeping away from the French. I have a feeling the French aren't going to get much of a welcome.' While they finished the meal Ramage told Lacey of Curacao's problems and the island's surrender, and then described his intended night attack on the rebels. 'I can muster thirty men, sir,' Lacey offered eagerly. That would give you eight groups.' Ramage thought for a moment La Creole was anchored beyond the privateers, almost in the Schottegat The danger to the ships would come only from a large enemy ship attempting the entrance. The schooner with a much - reduced crew would be safe enough. 'Very well,' he said. 'Rennick has the map of the island. Spend half an hour or so with him, so you'll know what we propose.' The meal had been finished and Lacey had left when a boat from Punda brought Major Lausser on board with a report from the Governor telling Ramage that the rebels and privateersmen had not moved from the camp they had set up the previous night near Daniel; that they had apparently looted the villages of Pannekoek, Willebrordus and Daniel; and in burning down some large estate houses they had collected a large quantity of rum. Patrols had seen men driving cattle into the camp, where presumably they were being slaughtered. And, the Governor commented, tomorrow was the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille. Was it possible, he asked, that the Frenchmen were going to celebrate it? If they were, it seemed highly likely the drinking and feasting would start tonight. . .
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The Dutch shopkeepers and their families, along with most other people living on the Otrabanda side, had spent most of the day moving over to Punda with as many of their valuables as they could carry or persuade the boatmen to take on board. The rowing boats, laden with furniture on which the owners perched precariously, crossed the channel with the occupants cursing, joking or being reassured in shrill Dutch or Papiamento, the local language which was a curious mixture of Dutch, Spanish, English and African dialects. Southwick noted to Aitken that it was probably the first time that so many people in Amsterdam had exerted themselves in the blazing midday sun; usually they retired to cool and curtained rooms for a siesta lasting until three o'clock.
Now, half an hour after darkness, the Calypso's boats were landing the last of the eight companies on the Otrabanda quay. Rennick's Marines were formed up as though awaiting the Colonel - Commandant's inspection on the parade ground at Chatham; Lacey was prowling round the thirty men he had brought from La Creole. Aitken stood at the head of his group, which he had formed up in three columns each of ten men, and was silent, no doubt congratulating himself that Southwick had lost the argument that the first lieutenant should stay behind in command of the ship, not the master. Ramage had ruled that marching long distances across the Curacao countryside - and probably running, too - was for youngsters; that masters over sixty with pot - bellies and short of breath could only be rated youngsters if they lived in one of the new charitable homes for old folk. Wagstaffe had his men in four columns of seven men, with a leading seaman ahead and astern. Lacey, Baker and Kenton copied Aitken, who had in turn used the same system as Ramage.