Ramage's Diamond (47 page)

“Hold your tongue a moment, boy, I'm trying to arrange two things at once. You to the
Surcouf,
so that's settled. This fellow Aitken made post—the Admiralty will confirm it later, no question of that—and given the
Juno.
We have to find a ship's company for the
Juno,
but we'll manage that somehow.
La Comète
needs careening, which means English Harbour, Antigua …”

“I was hoping, sir, that Wagstaffe—”

The Admiral glared at him. “Do you want him as your First in the
Surcouf,
or let him go off as First in
La Comète
and eat his heart out in the dockyard for a few weeks?”

“I'd sooner have him with me, sir.”

“Very well; so far you've only interrupted with suggestions that I've already dealt with in my mind. Be patient!”

He tapped the table with the fingers of his right hand. “There's
La Créole.
Who deserves her, Baker or your Fourth, Lacey?”

“Baker, sir. Lacey behaved very well, but Baker's row to Barbados …”

“I'm glad to hear you say that. Lacey can go as Second in the
Juno.
Good training for him. So that leaves me
La Comète,
and I have a deserving young lieutenant to be made post into her. Very well, anything else?” he asked briskly.

“No, sir. I will leave my report. Oh yes, sir, there is. We have all
La Comète
's secret papers. And sir, if you felt that you could make a signal to the Diamond, sir … The Juno battery, that's the one at the top, they have a signal mast rigged and a copy of the signal book …”

“Damnation!” the Admiral exclaimed, “I've forgotten all about the Rock. Four guns need thirty men or more, and we'll probably strengthen the place. It'll be a lieutenant's command. But how the devil do we arrange the paperwork, Edwards?”

“They'll have to be attached to a ship for pay, mustering, victualling and so on, sir.” He thought a moment. “That schooner, sir,
La Créole.
If you buy her into the Service, the garrison of the Rock would be on her books. She could keep them supplied, too, because she's fast enough to get over to Barbados for provisions, and she can slip over to St Lucia for water …”

Ramage said: “Perhaps she could be renamed the
Diamond,
sir.”

“Capital,” the Admiral boomed. “His Majesty's schooner
Diamond
… Sounds well. By the way, Ramage, who named the top battery?”

“The men, sir. They named all three batteries,” he added hurriedly. “The middle one is named after my father, sir, not me.”

“You both deserve it,” the Admiral said, standing up. “Now, we'll go up and look into Fort Royal. You stay patrolling off the Diamond, and report on board here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Your orders will be ready by then. Have Aitken report to me at half past nine.”

Ramage stood up and as he was leaving the cabin he heard the Admiral saying angrily to Captain Edwards: “I'm sick of that
Jocasta
business! Damnation take that fellow Eames. If only …”

The voices faded as Ramage walked away. If only what? And earlier the Admiral had said something like: “Dammit, Edwards, I knew I should never have let Eames …” Eames had been blockading Fort Royal for many weeks, then he had returned to Barbados. Ramage remembered that he was the man the Admiral seemed to have in mind for the special service that the First Lord had referred to in London; the special service for which the
Juno
had brought out the orders.

Had Eames made a mess of them? He shrugged his shoulders. There was no point in speculating; it did not concern him, although he was unlikely to find Captain Eames becoming a friend. That his young successor, far below him in the List, had established batteries on the Diamond was unlikely to delight him. And what did the Admiral mean about the
Jocasta?
She was still in Spanish hands after her men mutinied.

The officer of the deck came up to him and saluted. “Are you ready for your boat, sir?”

For a moment Ramage was too startled to answer and then he returned the salute with as much coolness as he could muster. “Yes, when you are ready.”

It was pleasant being a post captain, he thought to himself as the
Invincible
's great fore-topsail was backed while the
Juno
's cutter, which had been towing astern, was brought up for him to climb down into it.

When he arrived on board the
Invincible
next morning, with fifteen minutes in hand to make sure he was not late for the Admiral, Captain Edwards met him on deck and commented on the beauty of the anchorage. The
Invincible
and three frigates were anchored close in to the long Grande Anse du Diamant. Directly to seaward was the grey tooth of Diamond Rock; to the northwest Diamond Hill.

The sun was getting hot now, and Captain Edwards nodded towards the awning. “We'll take a turn or two until the Admiral is ready for you. Tell me, how the devil did you sway those guns up? I don't mind telling you that you spoiled the Admiral's regular game of chess last night. We had charts out, drew diagrams …”

As the two men walked up and down the quarterdeck, cool in the shade and with the offshore breeze just setting in to ripple the water, Ramage described how he had moored the
Juno
close against the sheer cliff on the south side, rigged the jackstay and used the capstan to hoist each gun with a gun tackle.

“But a sudden swell,” Captain Edwards interrupted. “We get them in Barbados—rollers, ten feet high with no warning…”

“But not here, sir,” Ramage said. “They're peculiar to Barbados, so far as I know. I never heard of any of the other islands experiencing them.”

“True, but it's frightening when it happens in Carlisle Bay. I once saw a frigate put up on the beach. The sea was calm with just the usual waves knocked up by the Trade winds and nothing strange about the weather. Then these rollers came up, one after the other. Lasted about an hour or more, and parted the frigate's cable …”

Ramage described how he had moored the
Juno
so that if the wind had backed or veered and knocked up a sea, he could have cut the cable of the stern anchor, cast off the jackstay, and swung clear.

“You still took a frightful risk,” Edwards commented, looking at his watch.

“I did, sir,” Ramage admitted frankly, “but it seemed worth it.” Edwards gave a dry laugh. “You've commanded ships before as a lieutenant, but you are very new to the post list. I'm a dozen or so names from the top, and I've learned one thing, which I pass on for what it's worth. If you succeed in something like that, their Lordships will consider the risk was negligible. If you fail you can expect a court martial and you'll never be employed again.”

“I've learned that already, sir,” Ramage said soberly. Edwards glanced at him sideways. “Yes, the Admiral was telling me last night of some of the things he had heard about you.”

The voice was neutral and told Ramage nothing of what the Admiral had actually said or any opinions he might have expressed. They reached the taffrail and turned inwards together to begin the walk back to the quarterdeck rail.

“The Admiral is in a rather difficult position at the moment, Ramage,” Edwards said quietly. “When you came out in the
Juno,
you carried orders for the Admiral from Lord St Vincent. You know that, of course.”

“For some special service, yes, sir.”

“Did his Lordship tell you what the special service was?”

“No, sir,” Ramage said, realizing that this encounter with Captain Edwards had been far from accidental.

“Nor did his Lordship hint that you might be entrusted with it?”

“No, sir. You see, I had just completed some particular service for his Lordship—it was of a very secret nature,” he said apologetically. “There had been other things, too, and his Lordship made me post after I had reported to him. He gave me the
Juno
and said I was to serve under Admiral Davis. He told me I was to get under way as soon as possible because of the urgency of the despatches I was to carry. He also mentioned that I would be carrying orders to the Admiral concerning some special service, and I'm afraid I immediately showed interest, thinking it concerned me. His Lordship made it quite clear that the choice would be up to the Admiral.”

Edwards nodded. “Hmm, that was the impression the Admiral had and he entrusted the service to his senior frigate captain … Well, there have been, er, well, unexpected difficulties, with the result that the particular service has yet to be carried out.”

Edwards paused, and Ramage said in a neutral voice: “I understand, sir.”

The Captain looked sideways at him and sighed. Clearly he was not enjoying the role the Admiral had given him. “Good, I thought you would, and you can probably guess the rest.”

“I hope so,” Ramage said cautiously.

“I'm sure you do,” Edwards said, making no attempt to disguise the relief in his voice. “One thing is important, though: do you have complete trust in your officers and ship's company?”

It was an unexpected question, and Ramage hesitated as he remembered a similar one from Admiral Davis when he first arrived in Barbados. “In the Master, petty officers and seamen, complete trust, sir: after all, I couldn't have …”

“Of course,” Edwards said hurriedly. “But the officers?”

“I'll only have the Master and one lieutenant left,” Ramage pointed out. “The others will be new.”

“Quite so,” Edwards said hurriedly. “Well, wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes.”

When he returned his face was completely expressionless. “The Admiral is ready to see you now.”

Admiral Davis was sitting in the same chair at the table, with several papers in front of him, and he waved Ramage to the chair opposite, while Edwards excused himself and was promptly told to sit down. The Admiral looked up to bid Ramage a gruff good morning and then continued reading. The
Invincible
was swinging slightly at anchor as the wind eddied off the land. Ramage saw the headland at the foot of Diamond Hill and a minute or two later, as the ship's stern swung, he saw the Diamond Rock. A sharp eye might detect the tiny signal mast, and Ramage realized that at this very moment French patrols along the coast would be looking at it through telescopes, trying to spot where the batteries were, counting ships, preparing a full report for the Governor. Not, he thought with satisfaction, that there is a damned thing the French can do.

Suddenly the Admiral unfolded a paper and pushed it across to Ramage, who recognized the Admiralty seal. “Read it,” he said abruptly.

Three paragraphs, after the usual long-winded and stylized beginning, about the
Jocasta.
The reasons for Captain Edwards's questions about the officers and ship's company were now only too clear. Ramage folded the paper, and the Admiral slid a sealed envelope across the table. “They are your preliminary orders—based on what you've just read. The
Surcouf
will be bought into the King's service, and you will command her. You collect up your former ship's company, unless you want to leave the garrison on the Diamond, in which case Captain Edwards will let you have an equivalent number of men from this ship.”

“And my new officers, sir?”

The Admiral shook his head. “You get only one lieutenant!” Ramage looked puzzled and was trying to phrase a mild protest when the Admiral said: “Aitken and Wagstaffe want to stay with you. I've never heard of a first lieutenant trying to avoid being made post, but that young Scot seems to have a very strong loyalty to you. Not related, are you?”

When Ramage shook his head the Admiral added: “I tried to persuade him—
persuade
him, if you please!—to allow me to promote him into the
Juno,
even though I have several other very deserving young officers. But he said he needed more experience, and he wants to stay with you. So he'll remain as your First Lieutenant in the
Surcouf.
I gave young Wagstaffe the chance of being
La Comète
's First Lieutenant, but he preferred to remain your Second rather than have a long stay in a hot dockyard. Lacey will be the only one to gain out of your action; I'm giving him the
Créole—
the
Diamond,
rather—because he seems full of initiative and knows Diamond Rock. Baker will be out of hospital by now and he'll be sent up to join you in Antigua.”

“I'm most grateful, sir, and—”

“I want you ready to get under way for English Harbour at dawn. Shift to the
Surcouf
and I'll send someone over to command the
Juno.
Leave the two ships' companies as they are—we can sort that out in Antigua. The
Invincible
will tow
La Comète
and I'll send prize crews over to the merchantmen. You'll stay in company with the
Invincible—
a taste of escorting a convoy will do you no harm. You have your final orders … No,” he said grimly, interrupting Ramage, “if you've given any thought to the First Lord's letter you know you've nothing to thank me for.”

I
N
1804 Commodore Samuel Hood, who was responsible for blockading the French in Martinique, reported to the Admiralty that he had taken possession of Diamond Rock, writing: “I think it will completely blockade the coast in the most perfect security … Thirty riflemen will keep the hill against ten thousand …”

Unfortunately Hood gave the Admiralty very few details of how he put the 74-gun
Centaur
alongside the Rock and swayed up 24-pounder guns to the top, but it was seamanship of epic proportions. The garrison held the Rock for seventeen months, and the episode has become one of the legends of the Royal Navy in the Caribbean.