Ramage and the Dido (36 page)

Ramage turned to find the chaplain, Brewster, gossiping with the purser. Jeremiah Clapton was also a tubby man, with spectacles and a large, bulbous nose, that made him look like a heavy drinker, which was unfair because he did not drink at all.

‘I was just remarking to Mr Clapton that we have left our mark on Martinique,’ Brewster said.

‘Yes, and we’ve been lucky that Martinique has not left its mark on us, apart from a few men in the sick bay.’

‘I’ve never heard of a ship of the line being boarded with so few casualties, sir,’ Brewster said admiringly. ‘And that frigate, too.’

‘I’ve never judged the success of anything by the size of the butcher’s bill,’ Ramage said shortly. ‘On the contrary. The more one can achieve with the minimum of casualties, the happier I am.’

‘I’m afraid their Lordships don’t always see it that way,’ Brewster said. ‘They seem to honour those captains who lose half their ships’ companies in some enterprise.’

This was not a subject that a captain of a ship of the line should be discussing with the chaplain and purser, Ramage decided, and waved to Aitken, who was just crossing the quarterdeck. ‘As soon as I’ve given Bennett his orders we shall be leaving for Barbados,’ he said. ‘Have the boats hoisted in.’

Bennett seemed to have mixed feelings about his orders. Ramage felt that the young lieutenant had enjoyed working with the
Dido,
and saw the immediate future patrolling off Fort Royal as a time of boredom, since there were no enemy ships of war to watch. His job now would be catching the odd drogher making her way up and down the coast, with cargoes no more exciting than barrels of molasses, and occasionally a bale of hides.

Finally the
Scourge
got under way and turned north, and the
Dido
made sail to the southwards, gradually hauling round to stretch south-eastward round Cabrit Island and out into the Atlantic to make for Barbados, which was stationed like a lonely sentinel, guarding the chain of islands.

Rear-Admiral Samuel Cameron was in a cheerful mood when Ramage went on board the
Reliant
in Carlisle Bay, Barbados. At first he was cautious, knowing that Ramage could have only just received his orders, sent in the
Scourge,
to destroy the
Achille,
but he was delighted when he was told that the French seventy-four had been destroyed even before the orders had arrived.

‘Well, Ramage, I must congratulate you: one seventy-four destroyed, three frigates captured and a veritable fleet of merchantmen taken. By the way, I have bought in the frigates – they are being valued at this minute.’

‘I am fortunate in having a good ship’s company, sir. Many of them have been serving with me for years.’

‘Yes, well, I am looking for someone to command one of the frigates – the
Sirène.
The only suitable man I had, I’ve given the
Alerte.
What about your first lieutenant?’

‘Aitken. He would be an excellent choice, sir.’

But Ramage’s heart sank. Under Aitken, the
Dido
was run like a ticking clock. Years ago Aitken had refused promotion to post-captain because he said he wanted to continue serving longer with Ramage. But now, if one was honest about it, the time had come when Aitken deserved to be made post, whatever his feelings might be. Yet the loss to the
Dido
would be considerable: he was cheerful and thoughtful, hardworking and reliable. He was, Ramage knew, as good a first lieutenant as a captain could hope to find. But a good first lieutenant deserved a good captain, and a good captain did not stand in the way of promotion which was both deserved and overdue.

‘Aitken, eh? A Scot? And you recommend him?’

‘Most highly, sir, although I’ll be very sorry to lose him.’

‘Well, that’s settled then: I’ll make him post and give him the ship. It’ll all have to be confirmed by the Admiralty, but that’ll only be a formality. How does that leave you in the
Dido
?
’

‘I’ll just move everyone up a place, sir. My second lieutenant, Kenton, will make a good first lieutenant. My third, Martin, will be a good second. My fourth lieutenant, Hill, whom you met when he brought in the prizes, will make a good third. I’d like to make a master’s mate the acting fourth lieutenant, sir. Indeed, will you be assembling a board for examining lieutenants? This master’s mate, by the name of Orsini, is about ready to take the examination.’

Cameron grunted and made a note on a sheet of paper. ‘Yes, I have three or four midshipmen ready for the examination too: your youngster can take it with them. I’ll call the board for next Wednesday – you won’t be sailing before then.’

The admiral leaned forward and handed Ramage a folded sheet of paper which was covered in neat, copperplate hand-writing. ‘Read this. My clerk has just finished copying it out. It is my letter to their Lordships about your Martinique operation.’

Ramage took the letter and read it quickly, conscious that the admiral was watching him keenly. It was very flattering; quite the most flattering despatch he had ever read, in fact.

‘I’ll be enclosing your letter as well, of course,’ the admiral said, ‘which means it will be a
Gazette
letter. Not your first, I know, but it all helps!’

‘Thank you, sir: I appreciate it,’ Ramage said, and thought to himself, this has been quite an eventful quarter of an hour: I’ve lost my first lieutenant, started Paolo off on the first steps to being a lieutenant, and had my despatch to the admiral almost certainly made into a
Gazette
letter, which will please Father, who has saved all my
Gazette
letters so far. And it will please Sarah, too: Father will make sure she gets a copy and appreciates the significance.

But the fact is, Ramage thought grimly, I still don’t know what the admiral has in store for me.

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