[079. Storm] Broken Bones
October, 1804
Close-hauled with triple-reefed topsails, beating into a strong wind, Pegasus cut a desolate shape on the rising foamy waves of the Atlantic. The dark clouds had appeared two days ago, brooding and angry, casting the sea in gloom. Only today had the wind burst into action, unexpected, the ship heeling and rocking and cracking. Captain Savage had immediately ordered hands aloft to reduce sail. It was tough going, and only made more uncomfortable by the fierce lashing rain that cut across the deck.
It was Lieutenant Mitchell’s watch. He stood uneasily on the quarterdeck, his eyes watching the sea and every so often checking the helm. Carelessness from the quartermaster now would doom them all. Beside him was the sailing master Mr. Douglas.
Grimly, Mitchell turned to him. “Let us pray this is the worst of it,” he said.
“Indeed, sir. Unfortunately I do not share the optimism.” Mr. Douglas had seen service on four ships prior to the Pegasus, and had experienced many a terrible storm. He also had a knack for knowing the weather, as all sailing masters inherently seemed to possess.
There was an achingly loud crash; the smashing of wood and a horrible groan from the gun deck below. Screams of pain. Thunderous noises emanating below. There followed a further smashing of wood, and another. Ominous silence followed suddenly, and Mitchell was past the coaming and through the hatch in a flash, darting below to investigate the trouble. It was immediately clear. On the starboard side, there was one cannon missing.
The eighteen-pounder had disastrously broken loose from its holdings and moved aft, sweeping down the deck. Remains of bulkheads lay splintered and broken. Mitchell looked to where it had ended up: on top of two seamen, a pool of blood below it. The Lieutenant swore, but was thankful it had somehow trapped itself before doing further damage, catastrophic as it was in the midst of a storm. Free and rolling, a cannon was an untameable beast. Breathless. There were many other casualties. Six men lay on the oak. Three of them looked like they would never move again. At some point Mr. Jewell, the midshipman, had appeared beside him, and the boy quivered. Mitchell turned angrily toward him. “Send for the surgeon,” he ordered fiercely.
Mitchell watched him go, and turned to the survivors of the ordeal. “Secure that gun!” he shouted, above the sound of the waves crashing against the hull, and the repetitive thud of sharp rain on the ship.
Later on the Captain summoned Mitchell to his cabin, and grilled the Lieutenant. “It was your responsibility to make safe the guns, Lieutenant. I would hope you would do your duty. I cannot abide neglect.”
“Sir, I must protest, I –” he started, but was cut off.
“Oh you must, must you? Did you check the holdings as ordered?”
“Yes, sir, and--”
“Then I fail to see you how you can protest. I cannot have cannons rolling around my gun deck, Lieutenant. If you feel such a need to cause damage, pray throw yourself instead of my ordnance – it might knock some sense into you. Do you understand how important it is to have the ship secured in a storm?”
“Indeed, sir, that is why I thrice had the guns checked.”
“There are five dead mean that would contest that, Jack,” Captain Savaged said, sighing, his anger abating, reverting to Mitchell’s Christian name as he did so. “Two more have broken bones. By God man, we were lucky! If it hadn’t trapped itself on those two men, it could have ripped a hole in the stern!” His tone had become less accusatory and had a soft edge.
Mitchell had also dwelled on the morbid fact that the deaths of those two seamen had perhaps saved the ship. “I am sorry, sir, but I checked the moorings myself, and I swear they were true and right.”
“It is a nasty business, broken bones and stormy weather. Well, I don’t doubt your word. Mr. Douglas said the same thing. Let us hope this storm brings us no more unwanted surprises.”
Outside, the wind howled. The ship’s bow plowed through the water and drove relentlessly forward.
Glossary
Beating = sailing very close to the wind.
Bulkhead = a wall within the hull of a ship.
Close-hauled = s ailing close to the wind, with the sails turned almost 90 degrees.
Coaming = raised section of deck around a hatch or opening to prevent entry of water.
Quartermaster = helmsman.
Reefed topsails = Lessen sail area by tying parts of it to the spar– it is dangerous to have too much sail exposed in strong winds.
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