Voyage Home

Callum was pushed back into the table behind him by the Irishman that was wrapped around his midsection. Callum crashed into the occupants of the table and was half on it as the Irishman went to move, letting go of Callum for a moment. The occupants of the table got up and got out of the way. Callum bent his right arm and slammed his elbow into the back of the Irishman’s neck, slowing him, and then pushed off the table, the Irishman dropping to his knees. Callum grabbed the chin below him with his left, lifted it and sent his right fist into the rugged face hard making a deep sounding smack, crunching bone of the Irishman’s nose. Blood erupted as the Irishman slumped.

Dustin was on top of the man that he had tackled, straddling him over his chest, pinning the man’s arms to the floor. There was a definite growl from the man under Dustin as Dustin balled up his fists and quickly pounded the face three times. The man’s eyes closed, the head dropped to the floor. Dustin spun off him, getting to his feet as he was hit by another man from the table, spinning Dustin fully to land face down on the table.

Callum faced the man coming toward him, ducking the first swing, taking the next to his midsection with a grunt. He pushed into the man, pushing him back a bit as Callum balled up, sending an uppercut to the firm jaw, throwing the head back and Callum was on him, grabbing the loose shirt with his left, twisting it to hold him and pounded the face twice with his right. Each impact was hard, very hard, and the man crumpled. Callum felt himself being grabbed from behind. He let the man go as he was pulled back and then was forcibly spun.

“I’m not done with you, Your Lordship.” The Irishman said as he pulled back a fist.

“I’m done with you.” Callum growled, blocking the punch with his left arm. He uppercut the Irishman with his right fist, pulled his arm back quickly then plowed directly into the jaw making the Irishman reel. Callum hit him again, this time doing the job fully, making the Irishman go down. Callum spun as the man he had hit in the chair got to his feet.

Dustin was grabbed by his shoulders and pulled off the table, being spun in large hands. He saw the fist coming and moved his head making the man miss. Dustin grabbed the wrist of the hand that held him, twisting it, making the man grunt and pushed into him, sending the man off balance. Dustin pulled back and pounded the midsection twice, the man grunted louder as he almost doubled, Dustin pulled back and pounded the face as hard and as fast as he could.

Callum was ready as the sailor came at him. It was easy enough for Callum to stop him, two hits and the man grunted, going to his knees, but the sailor was not done. Callum backed up one step, fists balled as the flash of steel glinted, a boat knife being pulled from the boot of the sailor. Callum saw it and was ready as the man rose, wiping his mouth with the back of the other hand.

“I’ll gut you like a sheep.” The man said.

“That’s rather unsporting.” Callum said just as the knife was thrusted at him. Callum grabbed the wrist, twisted hard, making the blade roll out away from them both. Callum quickly stepped closer going almost eye to eye with the rough looking sailor, “Let me teach you some manners.” Callum growled, twisting the wrist even more, the knife clattered to the floor, the man almost screamed as he dropped to one knee. Callum pounded the face below him. There was no mistaking the sound of bone crunching as he hit him, blood erupting from a cut on the cheek below the eye and the man slumped. Callum let him go, tossing him to the floor and looked toward Dustin as the man Dustin held went down.

“Dear God!” The voice said loudly from behind, making Callum turn and look, “I thought I said to stay out of trouble. Here I am trying to rest upstairs and you two are down here brawling.” Thomas was standing there, pistol in his good hand.

“My apologies to you.” Callum said with a slight smirk.

“What am I to do with you? And look at your new clothes, you’re a sight.” Thomas said. Callum looked down at himself, seeing the state of his new suit, in a bit of sorts and with some blood spattered on his shirt ruffles. Callum looked up and caught sight of the Irishman starting to get up off the floor.

“I think it can be salvaged.” Callum said. The sounds of moans and groans started to fill the tavern. Most of the other patrons had stood out of the way and had just watched, others still sat in their chairs at their tables. All were silent and just watched as the Irishman went to gather himself, leaning on the closest table. Callum looked over at Dustin, “You alright?” Callum asked and Dustin nodded, then looked down at himself.

“Just who are you?” The Irishman asked, turning away from the table, squaring off to Callum as if he wanted to try again. Some of the other patrons stepped forward and put hands on him to stop him.

“That be Cap’n Quintan Callum.” One of the patrons said toward the Irishman’s ear, “Ye should be knowin better than to be brawlin with ‘im and his helmsman.” The look on the Irishman’s face showed recognition and he eased.

“I had no idea who he be.” The Irishman said toward the other patron but was looking directly at Callum, wiping his hands on his boat pants. He slowly stepped forward putting out his hand, “I be sorry if’n I offended you, sir.” Callum smiled slightly and took the hand in his giving it a firm grasp.

“I take no offense by what you said or did.” Callum said letting the hand go, “As a matter of fact, I rather enjoyed myself.”

“Thank you, sir.” The Irishman said and lifted his hand and tipped his obedience toward Callum. The other men were getting to their feet, hearing part of it and began to realize who they were dealing with. Callum looked toward the man that Dustin had pummeled, the man who had raised question about Captain Renner.

“Let me say this,” Callum said as he caught the man’s eye, “I knew Captain Renner and was there with him when he died. His final actions and words were all about his ship and his crew.”

“Thank ye kindly, sir.” The other man said that was obviously there aboard HMS Hunter. Callum looked over toward him and nodded slightly as the man tipped his hand. Callum looked at the other men, seeing that they were for the most part alright, bruised and bloodied then looked over at Mr. Mills, the landlord.

“I apologize, Mr. Mills. I had told you that I did not want trouble here in your house, but I seem to have caused it.” Callum said.

“No real harm done, Captain.” Mills said as he looked about at the state of things, pushed about tables and chairs but no real damage done.

“Then might I offer to fill everyone’s glasses and we will go up and change.” Callum said as he stepped toward the older man, giving him a brief smile.

“As you wish, Captain.” The older man said as the patrons and the men from the table all started to settle back toward their chairs. Conversations were starting again but were heard as mumblings. Dustin looked about him and then started after Callum, stepping toward Thomas. Callum looked at Thomas once, who was shaking his head, then went by him and headed for the stairs. Dustin reached Thomas and stopped. They both looked toward Callum as they watched him go up alone.

“What the hell started all of this?” Thomas asked Dustin softly.

“It was over what that one man said about…someone named Renner.” Dustin replied.

“It must have been really bad.” Thomas said, “I didn’t think Quintan had a liking for Renner, but obviously I am wrong.”

“Who was he?” Dustin asked.

“You should ask Quintan.” Thomas said. He looked about as Mills walked away going back toward the long counter.

“Perhaps I will.” Dustin said. He and Thomas went toward the stairs and started up together, “Were you going to actually use that pistol?”

“It’s not even loaded.” Thomas said he lifted the pistol a bit as they climbed the stairs. Dustin chuckled softly.

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Dustin closed the door of their room behind him. He saw Callum had slipped out his suit jacket, which now lay on the bed. The necktie had also been undone and was there also. Dustin saw Callum standing before the wash bowl, rubbing his face with water then shook his hands as he reached for a cloth. Callum looked over as he dried his face and hands.

“Are you alright?” Callum asked. Dustin nodded and came to the edge of the bed. He slipped off his own suit jacket, laying it on the bed as well next to Callum’s. He reached up and tried to undo the knot of the necktie. Callum watched him for a moment and then set the cloth down, he stepped over to Dustin, “Let me give you a hand with that.” Callum said and Dustin lowered his hands.

“Who was this Renner?” Dustin asked. Callum undid the knot but was looking into Dustin’s eyes.

“Captain Renner of HMS Hunter.” Callum said softly.

“I have heard of him.” Dustin said softly as Callum unwrapped the necktie, “He was with Lord Nelson at the battle of Copenhagen wasn’t he?”

“Yes.” Callum said taking the necktie and laying on Dustin’s jacket.

“He was with you in this mission then?” Dustin asked. Callum looked back into Dustin’s soft brown eyes, those beautiful eyes that took Callum’s soul.

“Yes. As I said downstairs, I was with him when he died that night.” Callum said and Dustin could see the look on Callum’s face, a look that he knew all too well.

“Something angers you over it, what is it?” Dustin asked.

“It is nothing really.” Callum said and went to turn away but was stopped by a hand on him.

“Don’t do this.” Dustin said.

“Do what?” Callum asked.

“Shut me out like you do. We have been through far too much together. I can see you are bothered by what was said of him and not just because of the brawling. Talk to me, Quintan, tell me.” Dustin said. Callum smiled briefly then put his hands on Dustin’s shoulders.

“I do shut you out, don’t I? I’m sorry for that.” Callum said.

“I don’t want you to be sorry, Quintan. I just want you to tell me. You obviously have a great weight on you and you have barely spoken of your sailing to me. I actually found out more from Thomas and Darin than from you, but Thomas wasn’t actually there, and Darin has been a bit tight lipped about it. When Carson was with us at the Cross with Hans, he spoke very little of it as well. What happened?” Dustin asked. Callum sighed softly and sat on the end of the bed.

“There was great loss, Dustin.” Callum said, “Not just Abel Collingwood, but those young Marines as well. It was one of my greatest challenges, just to try and keep us all alive actually.”

“But you are alive, Quintan, and so are the others that were with you.” Dustin said as he sat on the end of the bed next to Callum, “What has you so angry about all of it?”

“It is not so much anger as it is frustration I suppose, frustration over what was really behind all of this, simple lust and greed for power and control.”

“What was Captain Renner like?” Dustin asked, Callum turned and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“It is true what the one man said. He was a drunkard, and that is something else that frustrates me over this. The man had a very distinguished career, yes, but turned to drink. That’s what actually caused his death in a way.” Callum said.

“What do you mean?” Dustin asked.

“Had he not been drunk or drinking that night, he might not have let the Avion slip in on them and launch an attack actually wounding him, causing his death really. But it was the drink that ruined him.” Callum said, “And another sad fact of it is, Hood and Fitzwarren knew, but did nothing. They sent him out with us just to rid themselves of him.”

“They were hoping he would die?” Dustin asked.

“No, I don’t really think that. What I actually think is, is that they wanted to give him a chance to either prove himself once again or just resign after it was over.” Callum said.

“I see.” Dustin said and put a hand on top of Callum’s, “So downstairs, you were defending Captain Renner’s honor and memory.”

“That is all that is left of him. A very sad ordeal all the way round.” Callum said above a whisper.

“You did the right thing.” Dustin said and kissed Callum’s cheek, “You always do.”

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“So, Quintan had taken on the three of them and I was only dealing with one of them, then finally a second out of the four.” Dustin said as he sat on the edge of the bed. Christian was lying there, propped up with pillows.

“And I am stuck here in this bed.” Christian smirked and looked from Dustin to Callum, who stood at the end of the bed.

“And for good reason, my friend.” Callum said with a soft smile, “The last thing that you need is to be brawling. It would never do and you know as well that Arthur would blame me if you were to strain yourself, especially with brawling.”

“He probably would cut your throat with the dullest knife he could find.” Thomas said as he sat on the opposite edge of the bed looking up at Callum.

“He can be rather formidable when it comes to it.” Callum said, “But I must say that you are looking better, Christian, your color is improving.”

“I do feel better, Quintan.” Christian said, “When are we going home?”

“You know the answer to that, my friend.” Callum said, “I sent a letter home to Martha this morning, letting her know of our delay here.”

“I hope you didn’t write anything that might upset or worry her.” Christian said.

“No, I know better than that.” Callum flashed a brief smile, “I kept it vague and we can give her details when we return home. You must rest and get better first before we can travel.” Christian sighed hearing Callum’s words and felt Dustin take his hand in his.

“He’s right, Christian. You need to heal more before we go home.” Dustin said and Christian squeezed the fingers a bit.

“I know. I just hate lying about like this.” Christian said as he looked at Dustin, “I also hate to be a burden upon all of you.”

“Nonsense.” Callum said, “You could never be a burden, Christian.”

“I feel like it just lying here.”

“Oh stop.” Thomas said as he got up off the bed, “You know you can barely breathe as it is. If it will make you feel better, I know you can walk a bit. Why don’t you get out of bed and we can get you down to the privy. That should be far enough to make you feel more useful.”

“Here, let me help you.” Dustin said as he let go of Christian’s hand and got off the bed. Christian moved slowly as the coverings were lifted. He slowly moved his legs and put his feet on the floor, Dustin helping him. Callum watched as Dustin took great care to be careful and move Christian slowly putting a hand under Christian’s arm to help him up. Christian stood and Dustin moved closer to support him. Callum went to the door of the room and opened it a bit, watching Dustin and Christian come around the end of the bed.

“What the devil are you doing?” The voice asked from the other side of the open door. Callum looked through the opening and pulled the door back even further. Crawford was standing there, black bag in hand.

“Arthur, what brings you here?” Callum asked as Crawford stepped into the room. He saw Dustin and Christian coming toward him slowly.

“I was at the Admiralty and thought I would check on the good Captain here before I went back to my lodgings for the night.” Crawford said and frowned, “What are you doing out of bed?” Crawford asked Christian.

“They were just going down the hall to the privy.” Callum said.

“You should not be walking at all, Christian Holt.” Crawford said ignoring Callum and staring directly at Christian.

“I am feeling better, Doctor. I needed to stretch my legs is all.” Christian said with a strained voice as he looked at Crawford, clutching his chest with his free hand.

“You had better not begin to bleed again with doing this. Remember, you are barely patched back together.” Crawford said with a raised finger, his voice had a scolding tone to it.

“Then it is fortunate that you have come when you did, Arthur.” Callum said and Crawford gave him a scowl.

“Hmmm, this must be your fault, Quintan, I see your handiwork in this. You no doubt put the idea into his head.” Crawford said as Dustin and Christian came closer to him at the door.

“I am completely innocent in this, I assure you.” Callum said with a raised eyebrow.

“I find that hard to believe.” Crawford said as he watched the slow moving pair go by him and out the door into the hallway, “I saw the state of some of the patrons in the tavern downstairs and was told by the landlord after I came in that you are responsible for their condition.” His eyes shifted back toward Callum, “Brawling again? Really?”

“That’s what I said.” Thomas said as he came close to Crawford.

“Yes, and what were you doing when all of that happened?” Crawford asked Thomas, giving him a deep scowl.

“I was up here, trying to rest when I heard the commotion. You know this room is partly above the tavern. We can hear just about everything that goes on down there.” Thomas said with a raised eyebrow.

“Very commendable, Thomas, but I truly wonder.” Crawford said as he looked further into the room and saw the pistol lying on the bed. He looked back at Callum, “Were you armed when you were brawling, Quintan?” Crawford nodded toward the bed. All eyes turned and looked at the pistol.

“No, I was not.”

“That belongs to me actually.” Thomas said, “I had taken it downstairs thinking that the commotion was something else entirely.”

“I see.” Crawford said, “Well, it seems to me that I cannot trust either of you to stay out of trouble. I will wait for Christian to return and see him back into bed. Then I will go downstairs and see about tending to those that need attention and my services.” Crawford said and looked at Callum, “You, good sir, will buy my supper this evening as a result of your deeds and what you have done down there.” Crawford was still scowling and Callum looked surprised about it and what had been said.

“I think that they can tend to themselves downstairs.” Callum said.

“Your buying them another tankard will not suffice I’m afraid. It looked to me that a couple of them had broken bones.” Crawford said and shook his head a bit, “You can be such a brute, Quintan, picking on harmless sailors as you do.” Crawford turned and looked back down the hall seeing Dustin helping Christian slowly, “Now there’s a sight. Look at the two of them, walking along peacefully, they would never be caught raising a hand against another.”

“If you only knew, Arthur.” Callum said as he watched the pair coming toward them.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Crawford asked as he looked again at Callum.

“Just that Dustin gave as good as he got in that little brawl. Two of those men were pummeled quite thoroughly by him.” Callum said.

“I truly find that hard to believe.” Crawford said.

“Ask him yourself if you do not believe me. He will tell you the truth of it.” Callum said as Dustin and Christian came along the rail surrounding the stairwell slowly.

“I have no doubt, Doctor, of what Quintan says.” Thomas said quietly to Crawford’s ear, “I have seen Dustin fight. He can be worse than a rat terrier trapped in a corner when he needs to be.”

“Not that sweet boy surely.” Crawford said. Dustin heard Crawford speaking and looked toward him with a smile as they stepped up.

“The good doctor will be joining us for supper apparently.” Callum said and Dustin smiled wider.

“That would be wonderful.” Dustin said.

“Yes, it is always a pleasure to have your company, Dustin.” Crawford said.

“Why thank you, Doctor.” Dustin said as he helped Christian back into the room, “I always enjoy it when you are with us as well.”

“See? Sweet as the day is long.” Crawford said in a whisper to Callum, who had folded his arms over his chest.

“It is part of the payment that is required for what happened downstairs.” Callum said as Dustin helped Christian back into bed. Dustin looked up and seemed a bit like a boy who had been caught with his fingers in the sugar bowl.

“Oh?” Dustin asked meekly as he covered Christian slowly after he settled into the bed.

“Yes, apparently some of those downstairs are in need of doctoring and Arthur’s services.” Callum said. Dustin still had that look on his face as he straightened and came around the bed. He stepped closer to Crawford who was raising an eyebrow slowly.

“I must apologize, Doctor, if it will put you out with them downstairs.” Dustin said.

“Now what would you have to apologize for?” Crawford asked Dustin.

“Well, I…I…uh…well you see…more than one of them would be…my fault I suppose.” Dustin stammered and looked guilty all of a sudden.

“Dustin Perkins…and here I was just speaking about what an angel you are, at least to my mind. Are you telling me that you are partly responsible for what happened downstairs?” Crawford asked. Dustin hung his head a bit and nodded, “Well I never would have guessed. I suppose they had it coming then.” Crawford said and pushed past a shocked looking Callum and went to the bed, “Now, how are you feeling?” Crawford asked Christian.

“Much better now, Doctor, thank you. It was good to stretch my legs a bit.” Christian said but had lost a bit of his color.

“Mind you, you are not to strain yourself, Christian Holt, or I will have you tied to this bed for the remainder of the time that I feel that it is necessary for you to mend. Mark me, I will have my way.” Crawford said and pointed a finger toward Christian.

“I understand you completely, Doctor.” Christian said and was trying to breathe easy.

“You had best.” Crawford said and turned looking at Thomas, “And the same goes for you as well, Thomas Tomlin. Just because you have use of your legs doesn’t mean that you can flit around as it were. Your arm needs to be elevated and you need to rest as well.”

“Of course, Doctor.” Thomas said.

“I will have your supper sent up.” Callum said quietly to Thomas.

“Thoughtful, Quintan, thank you.” Thomas said just as quiet.

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Callum pushed back his empty plate and sat back in his chair at the table. Crawford had started tending to the men, under threat of further harm to them if they did not allow him to or at least to have a look at them. They acquiesced to his threat and allowed themselves to be looked over. Others about the tavern had been grumbling about Captain Renner and HMS Hunter. Callum had overheard most of them and had also resolved himself to what Dustin had said to him upstairs.

“I am sure that most of you have heard of the Avion.” Callum said in his voice of authority, speaking to no one person in particular. The room fell silent of all conversation and all eyes turned and looked in Callum’s direction. He folded his fingers together and rested his elbows on the arms of the chair he was in. He moved his eyes about the room slowly, catching all of their gazes upon him, “I am not one for storytelling, so I will tell you plainly about what happened that night.” Dustin stopped eating from his second helping, setting his fork down and gave Callum his full attention as did the rest of the room, all but Crawford. Callum unfolded his fingers and reached with his right for the tankard in front of him. He lifted it and took a short drink from it, then set it down.

“My squadron was sent out to find and stop the Avion at all cost, whatever was necessary to either capture her or to destroy her. I was aboard the sloop acting as bait for the Avion. It was late at night, darkness was all about us when we saw flashes on the horizon. I knew those flashes was where Hunter was supposed to be stationed. We hurried as quick as we could to come to her aid. When we arrived, we boarded Hunter and found that she had been attacked, given a full broadside. There were several men dead and wounded on the Main Deck, her starboard railings had been mostly destroyed. Several guns were out of action. I went below to the Great Cabin and that is where I found Captain Renner.” Callum said and reached for his tankard again. He took another short drink from it and set it back down.

“I came to the table he was laid upon. His wound was mortal and there was still a large section of railing sticking out of him. Hunter’s surgeon had been killed in the broadside and there was no saving Captain Renner. His officers were gathered about him and he was giving them his last orders. Those orders were to make repairs as quickly as possible and to see to the crew and the wounded. I was there and I heard every word of it. I tell you all, Captain Renner’s last words to me were of honor and of service. He died in my arms after that.” Callum said and reached for the tankard again. He didn’t have to look, all heads were bowed slightly in respect from what had been said.

“I be thankin’ ye, sir.” The one man who had served aboard HMS Hunter and was from the table earlier said. He tipped his hand toward Callum. Callum nodded and stood, tankard in hand. He raised it.

“To Captain Renner of HMS Hunter. May he have peace at last.” Callum said. All in the tavern but Crawford raised what glasses or tankards they had and followed Callum’s toast repeating it out loud, “Captain Renner” they all said. All took pulls from whatever they were drinking. The silence of the room was broken by a single voice.

“Beggin’ your pardon, Captain, but what happened after that?” The Irishman asked.

“We pursued the Avion, found her hiding place and destroyed her.” Callum said and sat back down.

“Was it right away?”

“No, it was not. But the deed was done and at great cost.” Callum said as he stared out across the room.

“I had heard that it was some time before it was found, that you took your time.” The Irishman said.

“Let it go, Maury.” One of the men said to his ear.

“You have something to say, my man, say it.” Callum said.

“I was told that you had the time to capture another ship along the way and as well destroy a French battery of cannon.” The Irishman said. Callum could see the look that was on the man’s face, that look once again.

“That is true. Had you been there, you might understand.” Callum said.

“It’s also said that you did not wait to preside over those that died aboard Hunter, even Captain Renner.” The Irishman said.

“Again, that is true.” Callum said flatly. He set his tankard down on the table, “Obviously you have a point to make.”

“Just this, they were fellow seamen and you did not even wait long enough for them to be buried properly before you went off.” The Irishman said and Callum let out a long breath through his nose. He stared at the Irishman with cold eyes, but he knew he was right. Callum was ready for the fight again but calmed himself.

“You speak the truth, my man, I will not deny that. I gave orders for the squadron to sail and let Hunter bury their own dead. However, it was because of time to try and catch the Avion.”

“And not to do the Christian thing and be there for the burial of men under your command.” The Irishman said.

“Again, it is true, and that fact is something that I will have to live with for the rest of my life. And again, as I said, had you been there, you might have understood.” Callum said.

“Let it go, Maury.” The man said again to the Irishman’s ear.

“I don’t think so. From what I understand, several did not understand it as well.” The Irishman said, his eyes never leaving Callum’s.

“Including my 1st Lieutenant. But as events began to unfold, he came to understand and finally agreed with my orders.” Callum said.

“Did he now?” The Irishman asked, “Would that be the 1st Lieutenant that was killed?” Callum narrowed his eyes at the Irishman. He knew too much, far too much.

“I can see now that there is no explaining it to you.” Callum said, “If you will excuse me, I shall leave you all in peace for the night.” Callum said and rose to his feet. He looked toward the landlord, “Mr. Mills, if you would be so kind as to fill everyone’s glasses once again for me.”

“Of course, Captain.” The older man said looking about the tavern slowly. Callum walked out of the silent tavern and headed for the stairs. As he went up, he could hear the starting of soft conversations beginning.

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The morning finally came. Callum was up and dressed early. It had been a long night for him filled with the thoughts and memories of the voyage. He had relived it all, over and over in his mind. He had even wondered if he might have done something different during it that those lost might have been spared. And then there was the beginning of this larger chain of events after his return. Upton. Everything was this man’s fault, everything. The fights with the Guardsmen at Harbroughs, the conspiracy behind everything to take control of the government, the loss and the waste of it all, those killed because of one man’s lust for power.

Callum quietly slipped out of their room and went downstairs. He came into the empty tavern and saw the older man, Mills, the landlord behind the long counter. Callum gave him a brief nod and sat down at his usual table near the large open doorway. He stretched out his long legs leaned against the back of the chair, losing himself to his thoughts once again. A large mug was set in front of him, breaking his concentration. He lifted his eyes and saw the older man standing there.

“Mr. Mills, forgive me, I was lost in thought.” Callum said.

“Good morning, Captain. It was not my intention to disturb you, sir.” The older man said.

“Not at all.” Callum said. His eyes diverted and looked at the mug on the table for a moment, then went back to the older man, “Thank you for the coffee.”

“You’re quite welcome, Captain. Would you care for breakfast?” The older man asked.

“Not quite yet, thank you.” Callum said, “I must apologize again for what happened last evening.”

“It was not your fault entirely, Captain.” The older man said, “As I said, it was drunken talk that started it all. You merely tried to end it. I would think that most of the blame rests with Maury Sullivan.”

“Maury Sullivan, that Irishman?” Callum asked. The older man nodded in reply, “Who is he?”

“A sailor. He comes here now and again when he is ported. He serves aboard merchant ships from what I understand.”

“I see. He seemed to be well informed about what happened with my last sailing.” Callum said as he took the mug in his hand.

“He puts his nose in where it does not belong, or so I am told. He also has a tendency to prod others and what their actions are.” Mills said, “He has prompted other brawls in the past.”

“A bit of a trouble maker, is he?” Callum asked with a faint smile.

“He can be, yes. Thankfully he is not here often.” Mills said.

“Beg pardon, gentlemen.” The voice said. Callum looked in that direction. An older boy stood there. He was somewhat neatly dressed. Callum cocked his head a bit as the boy had not made a sound coming in. Mills turned and looked the youth up and down a moment.

“Yes?” Mills asked.

“I was looking for Captain Callum.” The youth said and seemed rather sure of himself, not apprehensive as a boy his age might be.

“I am Callum.” He said and sat forward a bit in his chair. The boy looked at Callum and nodded once.

“Special messenger, sir.” The boy said as he stepped forward, pulling an envelope from his jacket inner pocket. He held it in his hand.

“Oh, and who from?” Callum asked.

“I was to deliver it directly to your hand, sir.” The boy said and Callum held out his left hand.

“I think you have, my lad.” Callum said and the boy handed the envelope over.

“Good day to you.” The boy said and was gone in almost the blink of an eye. He did not even wait a moment for gratuity or reply. Callum looked back at the envelope. There was a seal, a crest in the wax he did not recognize and there was no name on the envelope other than his own. Callum opened it, spread it apart and read it. He sighed as he finished reading it. He folded it back and looked at the older man standing there.

“Mr. Mills, may I impose upon you for a favor?” Callum asked.

“Indeed, Captain.”

“I must leave at once and be back before the inquiry this morning at the Admiralty. I would ask that you give this to Captain Tomlin for me or Dustin, whichever comes downstairs first.” Callum said and handed the envelope to the older man, who took it. The eyes of the older man seemed concerned as Callum rose up from the table.

“Thank you.” Callum said and walked toward the main door of the inn and tavern going out, closing the door behind him.

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The very tall and slender door opened inside the grand home that Callum was now in. He had taken a carriage cab to the address that was given in the letter in the northern end and outskirts of London. This home that he had been summoned to was rather grand in stature as well as was its appointments and furnishings. The man-servant had shown him to this door as Callum was expected. The door opened and the man-servant announced Callum and he was shown into the room.

“Ah, my dear boy, you look well considering what you have been through.” The tall older man said as he looked very regal in his state of dress and stood nearby very tall windows that looked out on the grounds beyond.

“Thank you, My Lord.” Callum said with a slight bow. The door behind him closed and he knew that they were alone, “I must say I was quite surprised to see your summons, but it was somewhat expected.”

“You don’t say.” Lord Ameson said as he put his hands on his breast lapels and held them tight.

“Quite. But, I had thought you might have wished to see me sooner after what happened in Sunderland.” Callum said as he clasped his hands behind his back.

“Very clever, Captain, and you are correct. I had wanted to see you before now but have been detained.” Ameson said.

“I see. And now you wish to be assured of my silence this morning at the inquiry.” Callum said. Ameson smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

“You should take that posting with the Diplomatic Service, my boy.” Ameson said as he let go of his lapels and went over to a sideboard against the paneled wall, “You are far too clever to be left wasting in rolling farmland.”

“Or at the wheel of a ship, My Lord?” Callum asked. Ameson turned his head slightly as he lifted a silver decanter.

“Again, wasted talent.” Ameson said as he poured coffee in two cup different cups. He set the decanter down and took the cups on saucers and turned, crossing the elegant room to Callum, handing him one of them, “Paupling was right in offering it to you. And as clever as you are, I can see you one day running the entire service.”

“Thank you, but I must refuse your offer, My Lord.” Callum said as he took the cup and saucer from Lord Ameson. They exchanged nods and Ameson turned and went to a very long and elegant settee. He sat down at one end and motioned for Callum to join him, “You would not care to have me join the service, let alone run it, My Lord, for the first thing I would do is make most of what has happened a matter of public record.”

“That would never do, Captain, surely you must see that.” Lord Ameson said as he lifted his cup and sipped from it, “If the general populace were to find out about what Lord Upton was planning and nearly able to achieve, there would be a general panic as well, possibly open rebellion against those within the government. It would be such as the rebellion was in the Colonies all over again but right here.”

“A little rebellion can also be a healthy thing, My Lord.” Callum said after sipping his coffee. He watched Lord Ameson’s reaction to what he had said. There was only that half smile again.

“I think not. There is far too much history to show that rebellion can be a terrible thing as well. Not to mention that the British people are not one for change as it were. They like it when it works for them and right it is working for them.” Ameson said and sipped more coffee, “There is a war on, a war against a tyrannical madman who is trying to swallow up the world. The British people are united against this, as you might well know, and will stay that way to see this done. All I ask from you is that you remain silent to keep that stability in place.”

“There were others involved as well, My Lord.” Callum said.

“Yes, of course there were, but they will not say anything unless you say something first. They are like sheep and will follow the ram, even if it is off the edge of the cliff.” Lord Ameson said. Callum set his cup and saucer down on the low table before them.

“And if I were that ram?” Callum asked. Lord Ameson set his cup and saucer down as well and looked at Callum with a cold stare.

“Then you may find yourself over the edge of that cliff long before you know it.” Ameson said, his voice was chilling to Callum and he knew he was serious.

“A threat, My Lord?” Callum asked.

“I do not threaten, my dear Captain, I speak of the reality of the situation.” Ameson said and it was matter of fact in its tone. Callum stood and bowed formally.

“I wish to thank you for your hospitality this morning, My Lord. I will take my leave now.” Callum said. He turned and went to the tall narrow doors, opening the one.

“Callum,” Ameson said making Callum turn and look at him, “mark what I have said.”

“Indeed, My Lord. Good day to you.” Callum said and left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

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“Thank God you’re back.” Thomas said as he saw Callum come in through the wide open doorway of the tavern, “Dustin was about to get the carriage to go after you.”

“Where is he?” Callum asked looking around the tavern.

“He’s upstairs, probably loading pistols to take with him.” Thomas said as he rose up from the table. Callum went for the stairs and went up, taking two at a time. He rounded the bannister and came down the hallway and opened the door of their room. Dustin was at the bed and spun round to see who was there.

There was anger as well relief in his eyes when he saw Callum. Dustin dropped the pistol on the bed and came toward Callum, crossing the room quickly and jumped into Callum’s arms, wrapping his legs around Callum’s hips. The grip of the hug was tight, very tight, and took Callum’s breath.

“Obviously you’re pleased to see me.” Callum said without breath. Dustin kept hugging him, getting tighter with his grip, “It would be nice to breathe, my love.” Callum grunted. Dustin eased and lowered his legs to stand on the floor. Callum took in a deep breath and smiled into Dustin’s warm, tanned face.

“Why did you leave without saying anything?” Dustin asked, “I would have gone with you.”

“I left the letter, did you not read it or have it read?” Callum asked as he was almost eye to eye with Dustin.

“Thomas read it and said only where you were going.” Dustin said.

“The letter also said to come alone. That’s why I didn’t come up and wake you to have you go.” Callum said.

“He never said anything.” Dustin said.

“Never said what?” Thomas asked as he walked up to them at the doorway. Callum whirled and looked at him.

“Did you not read him the entire letter? About it saying that I was to come alone?” Callum asked. Thomas looked a bit shocked.

“Uh,…no, I did not. I only told him where you were going I’m afraid.” Thomas said.

“What? You clod. How thick can you be, Thomas? He was worried needlessly.” Callum said and rolled his eyes.

“I apologize.” Thomas said and looked at Dustin, “I should have said something to you, I am sorry, Dustin.”

“It’s alright, Thomas. He’s here and safe, that’s all that matters.” Dustin said with a faint smile.

“God.” Callum said and rolled his eyes again, “Let’s get ready for the inquiry, shall we?” Callum asked mostly himself as he walked toward the dresser.

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The Grand Hall of the Admiralty had rows of bench seating in it with low backs. Callum came in through the large double doors and sat himself down about three rows back from the main gallery where those officers of the Tribunal would sit. He sat at the end of the bench seat next to the aisle. Dustin came around him and sat next to him. Callum looked about with only his eyes, not turning his head at all. This room was where his court-martial had taken place and it gave him chills. His eyes scanned to his right where there were three finely dressed men, non-officers. He narrowed his eyes a bit. They were obviously Parliamentary men.

“It seems that everyone has been summoned that was involved.” The smooth voice said above and behind Callum, making him turn his head. Callum smiled and stood as he recognized who was there.

“Alistair.” Callum said taking the hand in front of him, “It is so good to see you.”

“And you as well, Quintan.” Captain Alistair Stewart of HMS Triborne said, giving a slightly formal bow of his head. He was regally dressed in his best tunic, his hat under his other arm. Callum saw another at Stewart’s elbow. Callum smiled a bit wider.

“William, a pleasure.” Callum said, shifting his hand to take Captain William Carrington’s hand now.

“It is always a pleasure to see you, sir.” Carrington said.

“Now, none of that. Quintan, please.” Callum said with a warmth filling him at seeing these two men.

“Of course,..Quintan.” Carrington said with a soft smile.

“Gentlemen, may I present my helmsman of Dover and companion, Mr. Dustin Perkins.” Callum said as Dustin was on his feet and at Callum’s other elbow. Stewart smiled wide.

“I have heard of you, Mr. Perkins. Quintan spoke very highly of you at a dinner I hosted aboard Triborne once and you also have an outstanding reputation for being able to handle a wheel with uncanny eyesight and a steady hand.” Stewart said as he took Dustin’s hand.

“I thank you, sir, but that is overexaggerated to be sure.” Dustin said as he blushed.

“Well, I for one would love to give you a turn at Triborne’s wheel and see what you are made of, my man.” Stewart said.

“You cannot steal him from me, Alistair, so you can stop trying now.” Callum said with a raised eyebrow.

“You cannot blame me for trying, Quintan.” Stewart said raising one eyebrow himself. Dustin noticed that Stewart’s eyes were looking him up and down a bit.

“No, I suppose not.” Callum said with a wide smile, “Would you care to join us?” Callum asked and used his hand to guide them into their row. Stewart seemed more than happy to sit next to Dustin, Callum on the other side of him.

The room was filling with officers, both senior and junior, all talking about the coming proceedings and what it was all about. Dustin felt a bit out of place and was a bit concerned as he was not an officer, but was here to lend Callum his support if needed. The rows of seats filled rather quickly and the mumblings about the large room filled the air so much, Callum thought it might be difficult to be heard with a normal voiced conversation. The far door of the room opened and all in the large room fell silent.

Lord Hood came in first followed by Lord Fitzwarren. There were two other officers that came in behind and joined Hood and Fitzwarren at the long table that was on a slightly raised platform. The chairs that they took were high backed and upholstered and made for some comfort in case the proceedings of this event or any others became drawn out.

“That is Commodore Rathings and Vice Admiral Pierce.” Callum whispered into Dustin’s ear. Hood and the other two presiding officers sat down, Fitzwarren stood and picked up a clavel, a knobbed gavel of sorts, off the table. He struck the small ships bell in threes, in three successions.

“This Tribunal will come to order.” Fitzwarren said in his booming voice. He set the clavel down and picked up a rolled parchment that was near the ships bell. He unrolled it and held it in his hands, “We are assembled here to ascertain the facts involved in the sailings and mission to find the French Warship Avion, charged with open piracy and murder. Squadron commanded by Acting Commodore Quintan Callum. Serving line officers, Captain Alistair Stewart, HMS Triborne, Captain Augustus Renner, HMS Hunter, acting Captain, Lt. Thomas Tomlin, HMS Dover. All here and present are asked to give truthful and complete testimony to any events witnessed or involved in, in this action.” Fitzwarren finished and rolled up the parchment. He set it down and then sat in his chair, “Anything that is said will be put to record and all of these proceedings are to be kept within this room. There will be no speaking of these proceedings outside of these walls.”

“Acting Commodore Quintan Callum,…come forward.” Lord Hood said. Callum rose from his bench seat, sighed, and stepped out into the aisle. He could feel all eyes upon him. He moved forward and stepped through the gallery rail, pushing the swinging door out of his way. He stopped barely two meters away from the table. He clasped his hands behind his back.

“He’ll be alright. Do not worry.” Stewart leaned slightly and whispered into Dustin’s ear.

“Quintan Callum,…you were in overall command of the squadron, were you not?” Fitzwarren asked.

“I was, My Lord.” Callum answered.

“Can you recount what happened in your sailing during this mission?” Fitzwarren asked.

“It would be rather lengthy, My Lord. Do you wish me to recount all of it, or only certain parts?” Callum asked innocently. There was a bit of chuckling throughout the room.

“Yes, suffice it to say, it was rather involved.” Hood said making the room go silent, “We have read your report, which was rather detailed. However, there are some points that require further answering.”

“My Lord.” Callum said with a slight bow of his head.

“The events that led up to Captain Renner’s death specifically.” Hood said.

“As you are aware, My Lord, we were attempting to bait the Avion with our sloop and following the pattern of the previous attacks with sailing in no moon, we were holding position out in the North Sea. We had been spotted two nights prior by another ship that had seen our position and we were waiting for the return of the Avion.” Callum said.

“The return?” Fitzwarren asked.

“Yes, My Lord. The previous night we had been attacked and boarded by the Avion and her crew but were able to repel her on our own. It was my suspicion that she would return under the cover of darkness with no moon to try and finish us off. Triborne and Hunter were stationed nearby but still out of sight with lights out. Dover was further away to the north.” Callum said.

“Were you attacked again?” Fitzwarren asked.

“No, My Lord, not the sloop. It was that night, after repairing our damage from the first attack, Captain Stewart had hosted a dinner for the command officers as a bit of a respite aboard Triborne. Captain Renner had rejoined the squadron a bit late to be of assistance in those repairs and I know that he felt regret over that as he had voiced it along with his deepest apologies. During that dinner, Captain Renner excused himself to rejoin Hunter and to continue in his duties, taking and holding station some ten miles away from all of us. It was then, in the dead of night, that the Avion attacked, catching Hunter completely unaware of her presence.”

“You are saying that a ship of the sheer size of the Avion could slip in under the cover of darkness and give a full broadside to a seventy-four? With a more than experienced commander aboard?” Fitzwarren asked.

“If you had seen her, My Lord, you would understand.” Callum said.

“You gave some description of her and her condition, Callum, in your report, but perhaps you could shed more light upon this for us.” Hood said. Callum nodded.

“Indeed, My Lord. Any Boatwright will tell you what happens to an ocean going vessel that is held and docked for long in fresh water, My Lord. Her hull will blacken and she will begin to rot from the lack of salt water. So it was with the Avion. We discovered later where her docking was on the Somme River. Fresh water, My Lord. The Avion must have come up behind Hunter from her port tack and was able to give Hunter a full broadside down Hunter’s larboard side. I have no doubt that the Avion would have been unseen, almost as a veritable ghost against the black of night with no moon, even with her size.” Callum said.

“You speak to preserve Captain Renner’s memory, Callum, surely.” Fitzwarren said, “Any commander would have had lookouts posted aloft.”

“I assure you, My Lord, Captain Renner needs no defense. His record speaks for itself. I am merely speaking to what I know of the Avion, My Lord, having been aboard her myself. Had you been there, you would also know. The man in command of her was more than cunning, he was a true devil upon the open sea.” Callum said.

“In your opinion.” Fitzwarren said.

“Shared by others as well, My Lord.” Callum said, his voice firm.

“Thank you, Acting Commodore.” Hood said. He leaned over to his left and whispered something to Fitzwarren.

“You may take your seat, Callum. Captain William Carrington, come forward.” Fitzwarren boomed the last. Callum turned and went back to the row as Carrington rose and stepped out into the aisle.

“Thank you,…for him.” Carrington said in a whisper to Callum.

“It’s the truth.” Callum whispered back. Carrington went around Callum and stepped forward through the gallery rail and stopped, standing about where Callum had been.

“Captain William Carrington, you were the 1st Lieutenant aboard HMS Hunter while commanded by Captain Augustus Renner during this action. This Tribunal wishes to know your account of what happened leading up to the death of Captain Renner.” Fitzwarren said, his voice booming.

“My Lord, it was as what Captain Callum has said. We were holding station some ten miles away from the rest of the squadron, toward the French coast, following the supposed direction of the Avion. We were into the second dog watch, I had the deck. Captain Renner had come out from the Great Cabin. He was looking about before taking the stairs to join me at the wheel on the Poop Deck. That is when we were fired upon. The flashes were so bright and there were so many of the men screaming. It was difficult to ascertain what was happening at first. That’s when I heard the voices.” Carrington said, his voice drifting.

“The voices?” Commodore Rathings asked.

“Yes, sir. Voices…in the dark…speaking French.” Carrington paused for a moment, licked his lips and continued, “I knew in a moment that we were being attacked by the very ship we were pursuing.”

“The Avion.” Fitzwarren said.

“Yes, My Lord.”

“And how is it Captain, that this ship, this ghost, could happen across you in complete darkness?” Hood asked.

“I have given that much thought, My Lord, in the days since.” Carrington said, “Captain Callum had ordered lights out at all times on all ships of the squadron, except for the sloop of course. I can only think that it was the lights from below decks that they were able to see us.”

“If you were lights out, then how?” Hood asked.

“Through the slits of the closed gun ports, My Lord.” Carrington said.

“Of course.” Callum whispered mostly to himself, “That son-of-a-bitch was far too clever. The light would have reflected off the water in no moon.” Dustin looked at Callum as he heard what he said.

“Closed gun ports?” Fitzwarren asked.

“Yes, My Lord.” Carrington said, “Captain Renner had ordered all gun ports to remain closed below decks, but he had also ordered the men to be standing by each and every night at their gun stations in the event of a possible attack.”

“So, he was at the ready at all times?” Fitzwarren asked.

“Yes, My Lord, his standing order.”

“Very well, Captain. You may sit down.” Fitzwarren said. Carrington bowed his head slightly, turned and went back through the gallery rail. He came up the aisle and slid past Callum, Dustin, and Stewart in the row. There was a long silence in the room. The four at the long table were discussing points, obviously, talking with themselves. Fitzwarren finally stood. He cleared his throat before he spoke, “It is the finding of this Tribunal that there was no fault by Captain Renner in the performance of his duties, but it was unfortunate circumstances that led to his untimely death. It shall be entered into the record that Captain Renner died while in the performance of his duties and maintained his exemplary record of service to both his ship and to his King.”

“Captain Alistair Stewart…come forward.” Lord Hood said. Fitzwarren sat down in his chair. Stewart rose up from his place and slipped by Dustin and Callum. He stepped forward, coming through the gallery rail, stopping short of the long table. He bowed his head slightly toward those seated at the table.

“My Lords.” Stewart said in smooth voice.

“Captain Stewart, what is your opinion of the way the mission was handled by Acting Commodore Callum?” Lord Hood asked.

“My Lord, it is my opinion that the mission was handled with great planning and daring by Captain Callum.” Stewart said.

“Do you think that it could have been handled in better fashion?” Hood asked.

“I do not believe so, My Lord. Captain Callum was able to anticipate or to deal with each and every situation that occurred during that mission to achieve success, My Lord.” Stewart said.

“He’s fishing for something.” Callum whispered to Dustin in their seats.

“We have read your reports from the mission, Captain Stewart. It seems that you also thought that Captain Callum took chances as well.” Hood said.

“I did, My Lord. I would like to add that without him taking those chances there might not have been success in that mission.” Stewart said.

“Are you saying that his decisions might have been foolhardy, Captain?” Fitzwarren asked.

“No, My Lord. I could never think that of Captain Callum. He has great daring and he has the ability to see what few others do and is able to act quickly. I found him to be an excellent tactician. His actions during this mission accomplished many things, My Lord, the destruction of an enemy semaphore crippling their communications, the destruction of an enemy battery of cannon as well as leading to the taking of the Avion itself. Without his leadership, My Lord, none of that might have happened.” Stewart said.

“You place Captain Callum very highly, Captain Stewart. Do you know him well?” Commodore Rathings asked.

“I had not met Callum Callum prior to being posted to this mission. Our first meeting was rather…clever.” Stewart said and smiled slightly.

“Clever?” Vice Admiral Pierce asked. A large man in stature and highly decorated with all of the medals on his elegant tunic.

“Yes, My Lord, clever would be the right word to use.”

“Explain yourself, Captain.”

“Captain Renner and I were having a respite in a tavern while in Portsmouth. We were engaged in private conversation when Captain Callum and Lt. Tomlin came in. They were not wearing their tunics and were rather boisterous in their actions and voices. Captain Callum engaged Captain Renner and I in conversation, he trying to be polite and jovial. We were rather guarded at first but his tone and manner gave us both ease. I did not realize at the time who he was and then he sprung it upon us after the conversation had turned toward the coming mission and him finding out what our opinions of the unknown Acting Commodore were.” Stewart said.

“In other words, he baited you.” Fitzwarren said.

“Indeed, My Lord.” Stewart said with a slightly lowered head, “His tactic was perfect and we were taken by complete surprise, I must say. It was rather embarrassing.” There was a group of chuckling about the great room.

“Yes, obviously shades of things to come.” Fitzwarren said.

“Very true, My Lord.” Stewart said.

“Tell me this, Captain Stewart,” Fitzwarren said, “if it came to be, would you sail with Captain Callum again?”

“Without hesitation, My Lord.” Stewart said flatly, “If he leads, I will follow without question.”

“That is a very strong statement, Captain Stewart.” Lord Hood said.

“I mean every word of it, My Lord.” Stewart said. His usual smooth sounding voice had resolve to it. Callum sat motionless but Dustin was looking right at him and knew.

“Thank you, Captain. You may take your seat until called again.” Fitzwarren said.

“What are they doing, Quintan?” Dustin whispered to Callum’s ear as Stewart turned and came back through the gallery railing.

“I have a suspicion, but I am sure that they are going to lay it out in a few minutes.” Callum whispered as he watched Stewart coming toward them, “Say nothing, I will deal with it.”

“Acting Commodore Callum, will you come forward again?” Fitzwarren asked as Stewart reached the row Callum sat in. Callum rose and Stewart gave him a slight nod and a smile out of the corner of his mouth.

“I think you went a bit far, Alistair.” Callum whispered.

“Nonsense.” Stewart said as the smile turned to a smirk, “You proved that in the North
Sea and The Channel.” Callum sighed and stepped out of the way for Stewart, who slipped in next to Dustin and sat down. Callum straightened himself and stepped forward. He put his hand on the gallery railing door and pushed it open, going through and stepped forward toward the long table. He watched carefully as Lord Hood opened a small satchel that had been placed on the table without Callum seeing it, Callum narrowed his eyes a bit as he watched Lord Hood pull out three separate documents.

“Do you have any idea what it is that I have before me, Callum?” Hood asked as he lifted his eyes to look at Callum.

“I do not, My Lord.” Callum said.

“I will explain these to you then.” Hood said as he slid the documents apart from one another, “This document,” Hood said as he put a finger on the paper, “is a sworn deposition from a Royal Marine Sergeant McGuffin.” Hood said and lifted his eyes again to meet Callum’s, “Are you familiar with him?”

“I am, My Lord.” Callum said.

“And what is your opinion of the Sergeant, Callum?” Hood asked.

“He is more than an honorable man, My Lord, and a true credit to the uniform. I owe him my life several times over in fact.” Callum said.

“Suffice it to say that you would then trust his word?” Hood asked.

“Without question, My Lord.” Callum said flatly.

“In this deposition, the Sergeant spoke of the Dutch merchant that you came across in The Channel. He also said that you rescued a single survivor from that ship.” Hood said and looked at Callum directly, “Is that true, Callum?”

“Quite true, My Lord.”

“And do you know who this survivor is in reality?” Hood asked.

“I do now, My Lord, but not when he was rescued by the sloop.” Callum said.

“And can you tell us where this survivor is now, Callum?” Hood asked.

“No, My Lord, I cannot.” Callum said as he stiffened slightly.

“Cannot…or will not?” Hood asked. Callum paused with an open mouth. He thought for a moment before answering.

“It is a little of both, My Lord.” Callum said and feigned a smile.

“You know who he is, Callum, and his importance. It is imperative that you tell us.” Hood said.

“My Lord, as you well know, I have given you reason for keeping his whereabouts secret. You have seen him for yourself, My Lord, he is merely a boy. He understands what and where he comes from, yes, however, he has voiced strongly that he wishes no part of it or that life. I took steps to protect him and to shield him from that possible life and those that might force it upon him. I gave him my word, My Lord, and I intend to keep it.”

“Admirable, Callum, but you know of his importance.” Hood said.

“What I know, My Lord, is that if, and I do mean if he is allowed or made to impose his status, it will change our very existence and how our form of government is run. That much is very clear to me, My Lord. As well, there are and have been others that sought to take him for their own means. With the boy out of the way and sheltered as it were, that threat to our way of life is secured.” Callum said.

“You speak clearly, Callum, and with great foresight as well. I see that you understand what it all means very clearly.” Hood said and settled back in his chair.

“I do indeed, My Lord.” Callum said flatly. His voice almost had a tone to it.

“Very well, we will let that matter go for now.” Hood said and moved his finger to another document, “This document is from the Harbormaster at Southend. How familiar are you with Commodore Phelps?”

“I have met him more than once, My Lord.” Callum said.

“And?” Hood asked as he leaned forward a bit, placing one forearm on the table.

“Commodore Phelps has been rather…abrupt with me, My Lord. Both him, and his associates.” Callum said.

“Associates?” Fitzwarren asked.

“Yes, My Lord. Those that are under the Commodore’s control or direct orders from him.” Callum said.

“You have proof of this?” Vice Admiral Pierce asked.

“From the point of a sword, yes, My Lord. It was explained to me as my sloop and crew had been captured and detained.” Callum said.

“Dear God.” Pierce said.

“What else was said, Callum?” Hood asked.

“I…I…am afraid that I am unable to discuss it further, My Lord.” Callum said.

“And why is that?” Fitzwarren asked.

“I have been asked to say nothing further on the matter, My Lord.” Callum said.

“I order you to tell us.” Fitzwarren said with a glare.

“My Lord, with the greatest respect, I cannot. I am bound by my word to silence.” Callum said.

“You have been given an order to tell us.” Fitzwaaren said, his booming a bit.

“I do not wish to press the point, My Lord, but I am no longer an officer in His Majesty’s service.” Callum said and saw the shocked looked on Fitzwarren’s face, “I apologize deeply, My Lord, but I cannot say anything further on the matter.” The silence of the room was deafening. Callum could hear his own heart pounding in his ears. What he had said, had cut into Fitzwarren deeply and also angered him, Callum could see it on his face. Lord Hood put his left hand on Fitzwarren’s sleeve for a moment and then sat forward even further.

“We shall belay the point for now.” Hood said flatly, “This third document is from a supply master in Southend. He writes of what supplies were delivered to both the Fleming and its squadron. He also writes that shortly after bringing those supplies, the Fleming and her squadron set sail.” Hood said and looked at Callum directly, “Without orders to do so from the Admiralty. Do you know of this, Callum?”

“Only from what I have heard, My Lord.” Callum said.

“It is believed that the Fleming and her squadron set sail for the Indies.” Hood said.

“I have heard that as well, My Lord.” Callum said.

“Have you any idea why?” Hood asked.

“I…am afraid, My Lord, that I cannot say.” Callum said.

“Does this have something to do with you word of being silent?” Hood asked.

“My Lord,…” Callum said and Fitzwarren leaned forward and slammed his fist on the table.

“Damn it, Callum, we are talking about five ships of the line that have gone off without orders!” Fitzwarren boomed, “There is a war on, man, and we need every ship that can set sail.”

“It is understood, My Lord, believe me. I know what is at stake all too well.” Callum said.

“And yet you say nothing.” Fitzwarren said, “You are speaking in circles, Callum.”

“My Lord, if I could tell you what I know or even think, I would, believe me. Nothing pains me greater, My Lord.” Callum said.

“I have half a mind to have you arrested for treason, Callum.” Fitzwarren said.

“Under the Articles of War, My Lord, you have every right to do so.” Callum said and there was an audible gasp behind him. Callum knew it was Dustin without even looking, “However, even if I was locked up in The Tower, I could not divulge anything, My Lord, you must believe me.”

“I do believe you, Callum.” Hood said, “It does prove your character to me however.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Callum said and bowed his head slightly.

“Do not thank me yet, Callum.” Hood said as one of the doors opened to the Great Hall. A Paige stepped in and closed the door as quiet as he could. Hood looked past Callum toward the Paige that looked a bit frightened in just being there, “I ordered no interruptions.” Hood said.

“I beg your pardon, My Lord.” The Paige said as he stepped forward. An envelope was in his trembling hand, “There is an urgent message for Captain Callum.”

“Bring it forward then.” Hood said as Callum turned and looked at the nervous boy. Callum stepped to the gallery rail and the young boy handed out the envelope to him. Callum took it and looked at it, his name was written on it. He tore it open and read it. He lifted his eyes and saw Dustin sitting there, looking very worried over everything that was going on.

“What is so important to interrupt these proceedings, Callum” Fitzwarren asked. Callum turned and looked at Lord Hood as he stepped forward to the long table. Callum handed Hood the letter.

“It’s in French.” Hood said softly as he read it. His eyes slowly lifted and looked at Callum.

“I beg your pardon, My Lord, but I must take my leave…now.” Callum said.

“Who is he, Callum, this man that wrote this?” Hood asked as he dropped the letter on the long table.

“Possibly the key to all of this, My Lord.” Callum said.

“We are not done with you yet.” Hood said.

“I understand, My Lord, but this is far too important to just…” Callum said.

“Edmund, read the order if you please.” Hood said to Fitzwarren but his eyes were on Callum. There was a bit of a sigh from Fitzwarren as he reached out and took another parchment in his hand from the table surface. He unrolled it and held it out as he stood.

“To Quintan Callum, Acting Commodore, in command of the third squadron under direct order given from Lord Samuel Hood, First Sea Lord, Admiral of His Majesty’s Royal Navy, you, sir, are hereby promoted to the posting of Rear Admiral in the service of His Most Royal Majesty, George III, hereby granted all of the power and direction thereto. You are also to receive the Distinguished Royal Naval Cross for service and gallantry of your actions in and during the mission to capture and or destroy the French Man of War, Avion, charged with piracy and murder on the high seas. May God have mercy on you and continue to strengthen you in your duties that are to come.” Fitzwarren said rolled up the parchment. The cheers that rose up from the gallery rows was deafening. Everyone was on their feet, screaming, cheering, all but one. Callum turned and looked toward everyone in the gallery. He smiled slightly and caught the look from Dustin, who rose to his feet, stepped out into the aisle, turned, and headed toward the doors.