Chapter 20

“Aye aye, sir!” he replied. “Mr. Bannon, attend me, if you please!” he yelled to the midshipman who had just descended from his perch high above. Bannon hurried to follow.

Weyland was at his shoulder now, saluting.

Allison acknowledged the salute and gave him direction. “Lieutenant, we’ll be maneuvering to deliver a broadside before long. When that happens I want your men where their scarlet coats can be seen by that other ship. The sight of armed marines on deck will no doubt lend a more threatening aspect to our appearance.”

Weyland saluted again and moved off to give orders to his sergeant and men. The marines stood at attention with muskets at the ready waiting for the signal to take position.

Allison now stood alone near the taffrail for some time watching the brig get closer and closer through his glass. Suddenly, as he suspected, a fountain of spray shot up from the surface of the sea well astern. The pursuer wasn’t in gunnery range yet, but she had probably fired off a long
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