Rapture of the Deep: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, Soldier, Sailor, Mermaid, Spy (9 page)

He brings the
Morning Star
about, drops the sail, and steers her expertly in. I doff my cloak, leap over onto the platform, up the stairs, and onto the deck of the
Dolphin.
In spite of my excitement and my urge to leap upon Jaimy, I know that courtesies must be paid, so I go up before Captain Hudson, and the officers who stand beside him, and dip down into a deep curtsy.

"So good to see you again, Captain," I murmur, as I come up from the curtsy and give him my hand and look into his merry eyes.

Captain Hudson bows. "And good to see you again, Miss Faber," he says with a smile. "It is not often we welcome a French officer onboard one of His Majesty's ships. You shall have to tell us the tale of that sometime."

I expected a comment like that, for I am wearing my French Hussar's jacket, all blue, with gold frogging across the front, and strapped down nice and tight, just the way I like it. It is the one I wore as a messenger in Napoleon's army, and it matches the blue skirt I have on. I knew I could not get away with the trousers I actually wore during that campaign, so I made do with the skirt. Likewise, I do not wear my old shako but instead have perched on my head a bonnet to match. I do, however, wear the five-pointed star of the Legion of Honor on the left side of my chest, just like
l'empereur
wears his. Let them think what they like. I had thought of wearing my Trafalgar medal, too, but it ain't that formal an occasion, so I don't. And it might be a bit much, even for me.

"I shall, with great pleasure, Captain Hudson," I purr. "And Mr. Bennett, I am pleased to see you once again onboard a Royal Navy ship." And indeed I am pleased—the last time I saw him we were both in a foul French prison.

"And Mr. Flashby, my Second Mate."

I lock the frostiest of my Lawson Peabody Looks in place—back straight, eyes hooded, lips together, teeth apart—and dip down ever so slightly before the cur. "Sir," is all I say in greeting.

"We meet again, Miss Faber," he says, smiling and bowing just as slightly in return. "It is to be hoped that this time things will be more ... cordial ... between us?" This exchange is
not
missed by Captain Hudson.

I don't answer the bastard, but turn my face to the next man in line, and,
Oh, Jaimy, it is so good to see you!

"And my Third Mate, Mr. Fletcher, with whom I believe you are already acquainted."

Oh, very well acquainted, indeed!

I dip down in my best curtsy, swirling my skirt so that it describes a perfect circle on the deck, and then I rise up and take Jaimy's hand in mine and look into those beautiful slate blue eyes and—

"Ahem!" says Captain Hudson. "Time for that later. Maybe. Ha-ha. Now we must go below and gaze upon the wonderful scientific device that has just been brought aboard. I think you will be most interested. Dr. Sebastian is already below with the scientist who designed the thing. If you will follow me?"

I give Jaimy a nudge and one of my foxy grins and plant a quick kiss on his lovely cheek and allow him to lead me toward Three Hatch. As we pass it, I see that the hatch is uncovered and a very stout line runs taut from a crane above and disappears into the gloom below. As it sways slowly back and forth, I assume something very heavy is suspended from it.

I find I am not wrong in that assumption. As we descend the ladder and my eyes become used to the gloom, I am able to make out a large, bell-like thing made, it seems, of iron and brass. It is about six feet across and about eight feet high and has a window of very thick glass, fitted and dogged down with brass toggles. The bottom of it has what appears to be lead weights attached to it by short thick chain, and all are suspended about three feet off the deck. Out of the bottom of it also sticks two pairs of trousered legs and I hear excited talk coming from within what I shall now, and probably always will, call the Damned Bell.

"...and you see, Doctor, the construction is such that when lowered into the water, it is kept upright so that atmospheric pressure keeps the air trapped within, so that the occupant can easily and freely breathe while observing all about him," says the owner of one of the pairs of legs. The voice sounds somewhat familiar, and for some reason I feel a sense of dread and impending catastrophe come over me. "It's good, I am quite sure, to withstand the pressures down to at least two hundred and fifty feet below."

"But how does that occupant get out should he ... or, in this case, she ... wish to get out?"

I feel Jaimy tighten up beside me.

"Why, my good fellow, the bell will be suspended a few feet off the bottom of the sea and she will be able to just duck under the edge and be off to do his ... or her ... work and come back every minute or so to sit on that bench there for a refreshing breath of air. Oh, what a brave new world, to have such wonders in it!"

"Ahem," says the Doctor. "Yes, brave and all, but I must point out that many of us have a certain affection for said ... occupant ... and we do not wish to see her hurt."

"Now, now, my good Doctor, put your mind at rest. My diving machine is perfectly safe and thoroughly tested..."

Where have I heard that voice saying exactly that before?

And it hits me—
"My flying machine is perfectly safe and thoroughly tested."

I am astounded.
Tilly? Oh no!

Oh yes. I drop Jaimy's arm and duck under the edge of the dreadful Thing and stand up inside. Before me I see Dr. Stephen Sebastian holding up a lamp and beside him, none other than Professor Phineas Tilden, our old schoolmaster.

Aw, Tilly, you tried to kill me with your damned kite, and now you've come back to finish me off with this! Oh Lord, please, no!

I feel Jaimy slip up beside me and take my hand.

"I don't like this," he mutters, tightening his grip. Then loud enough for all to hear, he says, "I don't like this at all."

"Ah. What have we here? Why, it is our little Jacky Faber," says Tilly, ignoring Jaimy's concerns. He peers out at me through his tiny spectacles, as fat, unworldly, and befuddled as ever. "I see by your dress and your manner that you have benefited from your time at Miranda Pimm's school and I am glad that I was able to place you there. And is it James Fletcher that I see standing there beside you? Well, good ... good to see that two of my former students have profited by my early tutelage and have come up somewhat in the world as a result. Ahem, yes ... Now, Jacky ... er ... Miss Faber..."

Tilly has never, it seems, gotten over the fact that Jacky Faber, the ship's boy he once tutored—and used in his experiments—turned out to be a girl.

"Professor Tilden," I say, "I think—"

I think you are quite mad
is what I start to blurt out.
Two hundred and fifty feet in this iron coffin!
But I don't get to.

"And I think it's getting rather stuffy in here," says Dr. Sebastian before I can say anything. "I rather think the four of us and this lamp have used up most of the available oxygen in this thing"—the lamp indeed does start to sputter—"and we had best step out before we all pass out in a heap."

We do it and it is a relief to suck in a lungful of fresh air—or as fresh as air exists down here in Three Hatch, which ain't very fresh at all, considering we ain't very far from the bilges. Still, it's better than being inside that thing.

I am surprised to find myself somewhat woozy and I lean against Jaimy sayin', "Oi'm sorry, Jaimy luv, but I seems to be a bit unsteady on me pins, I am."

He puts his arm around me and holds me up. "Sir," he says to Captain Hudson, "I must protest. You see how frail she is. How can she possibly be sent to the bottom of the ocean in that thing?"

Captain Hudson casts a jaundiced eye upon my frail self, thinking, no doubt, of the many reports of my distinctly non-frail behavior in the past.

"Now, Jacky," says Tilly, "we will take things very gradually, only going down, say, six fathoms on the first descent."

I fake a slight faint.

"I insist, Sir, that I be allowed to take her place," says Jaimy.

I straighten up upon hearing that—I cannot let
that
happen.

"You are too big, James," says Tilly, shaking his head. "Look at the size of her—she would require very little air at all, while you would require much."

"Plus, it is reported that she can swim like a fish," says Captain Hudson. "Which you, sir, cannot."

"And just think of the specimens we shall collect from down there," says Dr. Sebastian. "Just think of the glorious specimens!"

And with that I know I am doomed.

"Well, now," says the Captain. "Now that we have seen this wonderful device"—and he gives it a rap with his knuckles—"let us go topside and prepare for dinner."

As we emerge back into the light, the Captain says, "Mr. Fletcher, you and your lady have a bit of time before dinner ... enough time for, say ... a ten-minute promenade about the deck." Unable to restrain himself, he then chortles, "And remember always, Lieutenant, to keep your pistol on half cock, for safety's sake." Exit the Captain, laughing over his own joke.

Jaimy's face turns a surprising shade of red. "The Captain is apprised of the ... agreement by which you and I are bound and finds it most hilarious," he says through clenched teeth. "I have been the butt of many jokes by those officers senior to me. The junior ones dare not, but I know what they are thinking, the dogs."

"Ah, let it go, Jaimy. We must enjoy the moment," I say, linking my arm in his and leading him off to what I hope will be a more private place.

"I like and respect the Captain and the Doctor, but I hate the fact that Naval Intelligence seems to feel that they ... own you."

"Well, maybe this mission will clear that up."

"A scientific expedition is going to clear your name so they will bother you no more?"

"Well, maybe there's more to it than that."
And more than that I cannot tell you just yet.
"Now, come around here behind this bulkhead and give your lady a bit of a kiss."

When we separate from that kiss—a particularly good one, involving wet lips, open mouths, and some gentle panting, at least on my part—I say to him, "It was most noble of you, James Emerson Fletcher, to volunteer to go into the bell in my place when you cannot even, as far as I know, swim." I brush back a lock of hair from his forehead.

"Ah, but I can swim, Jacky," he says, pulling me tighter to him. "I taught myself when I was on the river. Since I was navigating a sometimes very rough stream in a very unstable Indian canoe, I thought I should be able to swim should I capsize."

"Ah, so you taught yourself, then?"

"Aye. You see, Jacky, you were not the only one to ... enjoy ... the waters of the Mississippi."

I put my hands on his chest and push him a bit away. I know he is referring to the time he came upon myself and a certain Captain Richard Allen enjoying a bit of a skinny-dip in a tranquil pool on that same river.

"That was explained, Jaimy," I say, frowning and putting my full gaze upon him. I want to say,
Perhaps in return, James Emerson Fletcher, you'd like to explain a certain Missus Clementine Fletcher, hmmmm?
But I don't. Why wreck the moment? Boys, after all, will be boys, and as such, they generally require a good deal of forgiving on the part of us girls. And hey, I take some forgiving, too.

Ummm,
I breathe, moving myself against him. "Just kiss me again, Jaimy, and we will forget about everything else in this world and—"

"Mr. Fletcher," says a very young and very red-faced midshipman, who is suddenly standing next to us. "Beggin' your pardon, Sir, but you—you and the la-lady—are called to dinner in the Captain's cabin. Sir."

Jaimy drops his hands from my waist, takes a deep breath, and sighs. "Thank you, Mr. Thorpe. We will be right there."

The thoroughly embarrassed middie salutes, does an about-face, and quickly leaves.

"One more, Jaimy, and then we shall go, and then later we'll go off to the Pig and Whistle and, oh Jaimy, it'll be such fun, and I'll get to show off my fine young sailor boy lieutenant to all my friends."

"Yes, we shall," he says, taking my arm and leading me aft to the Captain's cabin. I see that Three Hatch is now closed, the line suspending the bell gone, leaving that
thing
below to rest in darkness. I suppress a chill as we pass.

I enter the cabin and find the table set and five men standing about in conversation—Captain Hudson, Mr. Bennett, Dr. Sebastian, Professor Tilden, and that Flashby—all those, I presume, who are privy to the real mission of this expedition.

I am given my place next to Jaimy, and I silently thank the Captain for that. Mr. Bennett is asked to give us the King, and he does, and we all repeat,
"The King!"
at the end of his toast. Then we sit down and dig in. I am quizzed about my recent experiences in France and Germany, my meeting up with Napoleon and my Legion of Honor medal. I throw in the bit about me falling asleep in Bonaparte's lap and then delivering the letter to Empress Josephine, and I sparkle in the telling of it all—I do love being the center of attention.

I notice that Flashby is also doing his best to be a hail-fellow-well-met, and he seems to be good at it. The other officers, Jaimy excepted, seem glad of his company. I am not, however, and never will be.

The dinner being over, we get down to business.

"Mr. Thorpe, if you will wait outside," orders the Captain, and the midshipman bows and leaves. The Captain's stewards as well are ordered out.

Hmmm
... Since they're not asking Jaimy to leave, I guess they're going to let him in on the plot. Probably they figure I would tell him, anyway, being a stupid blabbermouth girl.

"Now then, Doctor, will you please tell us of the
Santa Magdalena?"

Dr. Sebastian reaches inside his coat to bring out a folded paper, but before he can answer the Captain's request, I pipe up with, "Do you think we might be overheard, Sir?," pointedly looking up at the windows that encircle the cabin, several of which are open. "We all know there are no secrets on a ship."