Thank God for the Marines. At least they still turn out men. Crazy and wild to be sure. Mad as March hares, each and every one of them, but true men for all of thatand dashing to boot!
Quote from Sammy Amalu Columnist
Honolulu Morning Star 1971
Copyright 2003 by David Ekardt
eBook ISBN 978-1-54398-283-1
First Printing by Rosedog Books 2003
Second Publishing Book Baby 2019
Prologue
What a Brilliant Prospect does the Event Present to every Lad of Spirit who is
Inclined to try his Fortune in this highly renowned Corps.
Thousands are at this moment endeavoring to get on Board Privateers where they will serve without pay or reward of any kind whatsoever, so certain does their chance appear of enriching themselves by PRIZE MONEY! What an enviable Station then must the CONTINENTAL MARINE hold--- who with far superior advantages to these, has the additional benefit of liberal Pay, and plenty of the best Provisions, with a good and well appointed Ship under him, the Pride and Glory of the Continental Navy; surely every Man of Spirit must blush to remain at Home in Inactivity and Indolence when his Country needs his Assistance.
Where then can he have such a fair opportunity, reaping Glory and Riches in the Continental Marines, a Corps daily acquiring new Honors, and here, once embarked in American Fleet, he finds himself in the midst of Honor and Glory, surrounded by a set of fine fellows, Strangers to Fear, and who strike Terror through the Hearts of their Enemies wherever they go!
From the first Marine Recruiting Poster, January 1776
Some of that sounds like what a Marine recruiter said to me in June of 1969 when I enlisted! The above quote from the first Marine Recruiting poster reflects the spirit and sense of adventure that has been part of the Marine mystique since those first days back in 1775 when the Corps was born. It has remained alive throughout the history of the Corps, and is still alive today.
Come on board for a great sea tale of those first Marines during the American Revolution. Theirs was a time of honor, and great personal sacrifice of those who fought to establish this great nation. If you are a fan of C.S. Foresters, Hornblower series, or of Alexander Kents, Bolitho series, you will enjoy this novel. This is the first in what is sure to be a great collection of tales of the Marine Corps. They will follow the involvement of the Taggerts as they answer the call to arms as Marines throughout the history of our nation. Researched from the journals of Marines of the times, this proves to be an exciting tale of both land and sea action during the American Revolution. So join in, and like Sergeant Angus Lanigan said, Aye, thats the beauty of being a Marine Lad! Youll be aboard a ship! No mud! We stay on board; we fight on board, no mucking about in the mud. The only time we go ashore is to visit some exotic port and get to know the pretty lassies!
Contents
An Incident at Sea
Boom!
The sound of the cannon reverberated across the open water as the ball sent a geyser of water skyward a hundred feet in front of the bow. Turn her into the wind if you please, helmsman! ordered William Taggert, the ships owner and captain.
Aye, aye, sir. replied the helmsman as he grappled with the big wheel.
Those damned British naval ships are a thorn in my side! he swore.
Why are they stopping us Father? asked his son Sean, who acted as third in command after his older brother Thomas.
They are probably looking for deserters again, that or just to harass us colonials. With the rebellious stirrings in Boston and the other cities, they are putting pressure on everyone to assert their authority. he replied in his thick Scottish brogue.
Theyve lowered a boat. Look the marines are loading into it! Do you think they mean to seize us? asked Thomas, as he trotted back to the wheel where his father and brother were. At twenty-five he was not much bigger than his brother, who was two years his junior.
You boys stop gawking and get the lads aloft to trim sails while we await our guests. Be off with you now! he bellowed. The brothers sent the hands aloft to bring in the sails while they watched the progress of the longboat full of red-coated marines and one naval officer. The sailors pulling on the oars had a tough go at it, as the wind had picked up speed and kicked up the waves.
Sean looked across the waves at the two-decker. Only one gun port was open, that of one of the bow-chasers, so they did not expect any trouble. The ship was a magnificent sight, all trimmed out, freshly painted and gilded. He recognized it as the Huntress, a twenty-four gun, two-deck frigate. Sean had seen it before since its arrival from Portsmouth a year ago to help keep the colonies in check.
He climbed back down the ratlines as the boat pulled alongside. First up the side was the marine lieutenant, who saluted in the direction of his father. He was followed by ten of his men, all bearing muskets with bayonets fixed. Last on board was the naval lieutenant, a pale weasel-looking man, not a pleasant fellow to be sure. He did not render a salute at all, but instead, looked around at the crewmen, sneering at each one.
State your business, so that we might be on our way! demanded his father.
Dont presume to give me orders, old man! This scow might be your ship, but I am Lieutenant Jennings of His Majestys Navy! You colonials must be reminded that you have a king, and his wishes must be obeyed even over here. You keep a civil tongue in your mouth, or Ill have you keel-hauled! He spat the words out.
I will not be berated by a lowly officer such as you! Now state your damn business, before I throw you off my ship meself!
You Scots are all pig-headed. We are to inspect this ship, its cargo and its crew. We are looking for contraband weapons and deserters. If any are found to be on this vessel, if you can call it that, we will confiscate it and the vessel to be sold for the government. Lieutenant Hawkins, you will detail some of your men below to inspect the cargo, while I look over these seamen, pitiful looking lot that they are!
Roight, you heard the man, sergeant, take two men below with you and look things over. Be sure not to damage anything. ordered the marine officer, showing his dislike for the naval officer.
Aye, aye, sir! snapped the sergeant, as he pointed to two men and headed below. The others stood in a line with their muskets held at their sides.
You men, get aft and stand by your captain, so that we can keep an eye on you! barked Lieutenant Jennings.
The crewmen slowly started moving to the rear after they saw their captain nod to them. Thomas stood next to his father and whispered, Father, dont push this one, he does not seem to be right in the head.
Dont worry about me, laddie, just keep out of this. You ca not let tyrants such as him get the better of you, he counseled his son.
They watched as the lieutenant pulled a belaying pin from the rail and strutted in front of the men, starring each one in the eyes.
You, roll up your sleeves. You have the looks of a navy man, and Ill wager that youll have the tattoos to prove it. The seaman, Michael Innes, glanced at his captain and rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattoo of crossed cannon barrels on his right forearm.
I was gunners mate on the old Pelican, sir. I was paid off when she went into ordinary five years ago. Came to America on one of the Hudsons Bay Company ships.