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Pity poor Captain Alan Lewrie, Royal Navy! Hes been wind-muzzled for weeks in Portsmouth, snugly tucked into a warm shore bed with lovely, and loving, Lydia Stangbourne, a Viscounts daughter, and beginning to enjoy indulging his idle streak, when Admiralty tears Lewrie away and order him to the Bahamas, into the teeth of ferocious winter storms. Its enough to make a rakehell such as he weep and kick furniture! At least his new orders allow Lewrie to form a small squadron from what ships he can dredge up at Bermuda and New Providence and hoist his first broad pendant, even if it is the lesser version, and style himself a Commodore. Lewrie is to scour the shores of Cuba and Spanish Florida, the Keys and the Florida Straits in search of French and Spanish privateers which have been taking British merchantmen at an appalling rate, and call upon neutral American seaports to determine if privateers are getting aid and comfort from that quarter. Lewrie is to be Diplomatic. Diplomatic? Lewrie? Not bloody likely!

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Dewey Lambdin

Reefs and Shoals

(lewry 18)

This one is for a dear, longtime friend,

Bob Enrione

February 5th, 1947-June 28th, 2011

We never actually met face-to-face, but back in the misty mid-90s he called me one night to talk about the series as a fan, first, which turned into hours long almost weekly chats about everything; the Great Age of Sail, naval history in general, social customs and scandals of the times, food (he cooked lobscouse, spotted dog, and sea-pies!), and the eccentricities of the British and the characters of the Royal Navy.

Bob was a U.S. Navy diver and Vietnam veteran who ended up traveling the world with CBS News, knew a bit about anything that caught his mind, so he had a wealth of stories about world leaders hed met, and the gossip about our media celebrities was priceless, too.

He retired in early 2011 and was looking forward to a lot of things, including a novel of his own and a compendium of his historical naval essays.

I, his wife, Jackie, his family and friends, will miss him most sorely and that voice on the phone.

Now let open Justice hear,

Come with killing sword to smite

One who knows no law, no right.

THE BACCHAE, 1010-1012 EURIPIDES

PROLOGUE

I wish I were the Bosun, aboard a man o war,

I wish I were the Captain, aboard a man o war!

Sams gone away, aboard a man o war!

Pretty work, brave boys,

Pretty work, I say!

Sams gone away, aboard a man o war!

SHORT HAUL OR DRAG SHANTY ANONYMOUS

CHAPTER ONE

To Captain Alan Lewries lights, no place was better on such a cold day than to be snug in a warm, soft bed with a toasty-warm woman. A well-stoked fireplace ablaze with a heap of sea-coal, and a brass reflector plate at the back to radiate its heat outward, a brace of candles aglow on the night-stand to create an intimate amber aura, a pot of tea atop a candle-warming stand, and a squat bottle of brandy near to hand, well all those were fine in their own way, but they ran a poor second-best to snuggling close in the after-glow of feverish lovemaking!

Lewrie shifted a bit, digging his shoulder deeper into a pile of pillows and tugged the blankets, thick feather quilt, and coverlet up to his ears, then let out a very pleased Mmmm! He lay facing the lone window in the suite of rooms, and the sight of the rime of frost on the inside of the panes, the swirling flakes of snow, stark white against the low, grey clouds outside, brought forth a shiver in spite of the beds warmth. Early January winds now and then moaned round the corners of the venerable George Inn, almost whistled cross the fireplace chimney. Like a badly made clock, there even came the irregular tick! of tiny, hard bits of sleet against the glass.

Whod be a sailor on such a day? he whispered.

I do imagine the smart ones find a warm inn, Lydia told him with a wee chuckle, and a grin that scrunched her nose. Rather cutely, Lewrie thought.

Lydia Stangbourne might not possess the bowed and bee-stung mouth that Society preferred, nor the high brow or the plumpness of form that made gentlemen turn their heads in silent admiration. But Lewrie had thought her oddly fetching from their first encounter at St. Jamess Palace, the day hed been knighted, and had grown even more entranced since.

She was willow slim and wiry, with dark emerald green eyes and hair the colour of old honey, hair which she allowed to curl naturally, and scoffed impatiently at the idea of elegant coiffures or wigs. That nose full-on it seemed too wide and large, though in profile, it looked much shorter, almost pug-Irish. And, she was dis-armingly strong for a daughter of the aristocracy, and a sister of a Viscount. That came from vigourous daily rides, fox hunting in season, steeplechasing when not, from brisk walks, hunting with her brother Percy on their estates with her own rifled musket or fowling piece-not when Lord Percys male compatriots were there, though!-even dabbling at swordplay, shed gleefully admitted, hiring a swordmaster in for very private lessons when at their main country house near Henley-on-Thames. Her slim upper arms bore more lean muscle than any lady of her age or class might sport! All of that suppleness and strength sheathed in smooth and blemishless flesh as soft, and fragrant, as talc, the feel of which quite made Lewries head swim!

Such good timing, Lydia cooed as she pressed closer to him. Had I come before Christmas, as wed planned, youd have been off with that Popham fellow, but now! I pray most earnestly that the weather stays like this for the next fortnight.

And I thought I was shot of those damned catamaran torpedoes, Lewrie replied with a groan.

God made women just hellish-fine ! he thought; Sleepin or just layin close like this, theyre better than a warmin pan!

The summer before, his frigate, HMS Reliant, had been tasked to experiment with a variety of infernal engines designed to drift in on the tides and blow up some of the thousands of French invasion craft. There had been a real attack with them against the port of Boulogne, but the results had been extremely disappointing. Lewrie had thought that would be an end to them, but no Captain Sir Home Riggs Popham, the clever fellow who had invented the Navys new flag code, had staged an assault on Fort Rouge, a pile-built battery outside the port of Calais, and since Lewrie knew so much about torpedoes, he had been roped in, despite what he thought of them. Sure enough, of the two launched, one went far off course and blew up harmlessly, and the second did a disappearing act. The lone fire-ship sent in exploded too soon, too, and the whole thing had been a dead bust. After that, Admiralty had given up on torpedoes in general, and since the middle of December, Lewrie, and Reliant, had been anchored here in Portsmouth awaiting new orders, and the foul weather had penned them in, fresh orders or no.

For which he was, this moment, damned thankful! This was simply a splendid way to welcome in the new year of 1805!

When wakened at 4 A.M. at Eight Bells in his great-cabins aboard ship, anchored far out in St. Helens Road, it had taken a long look and a hard try to leave his hanging bed-cot. All his blankets and his coverlet, a quilt or two, and the furs hed bought to brave the cold of the Baltic before the Battle of Copenhagen, and he had still been cold! His cats, Toulon and Chalky, had found it too nippy for them, too, and had burrowed under, for a rare once, and would not be turfed out, either. And the long, gusty sail to fetch alongside the Kings Stairs in a whistled-up bum-boat had left him chilled to the bone, with his teeth chattering halfway through breakfast and a whole pot of scalding hot coffee!

Comfortable? he asked her.

Blissfully, Lydia murmured back.

Warm enough?

Delightfully so, she assured him, then lifted her lips to his for a soft and gentle kiss. He stroked the length of her back and her flanks; her thigh thrown over his slid higher, but

Except for your feet, it seems, Lewrie said, grimacing.

I could say the same of yours, Lydia replied, giggling as she slid her foot down next to his, wriggling her toes as if to grasp, or play at toe-wrestling. Alan, I hate to ask, but might you mind pouring me a cup of tea, with a dollop of brandy?

He let out a theatrical groan and a weary Well, if I must.

Outside the bed covers, the room was merely cool, not frozen solid, but Lewrie made a quick chore of it, pouring tea, adding sugar and a splash of spirits.

You are a dear, Lydia vowed quite prettily as he handed her the cup and saucer, and hopped back into bed. She slid up to prop herself against the thick piilows, and drew the blankets up to her neck.

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