Michael Aye - The Reaper

T he carriage lurched and seemed to twist as it hit yet another pothole. The sudden jolt broke Anthonys train of thought and felt like it damned near broke his aching bones. Was it only four, no six, weeks ago he had brought HMS Recourse, a thirty-two gun frigate, limping into Portsmouth Harbor? They had repaired as much damage as possible, but the scars of battle were still obvious to all. Damme, what a fight that had been, Anthony thought.

The Recourse had be en headed home to England when Peckham, the keen old master, commented to those officers around him on the quarterdeck, I hear cannon fire.

No sooner were the words out of Peckhams mouth than the lookout called down, Deck there! Looks like several galleys attacking a convoy, sir!

Once Recourse waded in, the Honorable East India Companys fat merchant ships showed their heels as they sailed for safer waters. Recourse s entry surprised the pirates who thought they only had to deal with a lone escort, making the convoy easy picking. The escort was a ten-gun sloop of war. She had bared her fangs like a feisty dog but was doomed until Recourse showed up with her guns blazing.

Little did Anthony know that one action could set into motion a course of events that would change his life forever. Looking back, things had happened so fast that it seemed a blura dream from which he was just awakening.

As he gazed out the carriage window at the dreary countryside, he wondered where the wind and tides would take him. A messenger had come aboard as soon as Recourse had moored in Portsmouth Harbour. Anthony was swiftly escorted to the Admiralty for a quick interview with Lord Sandwich, the First Lord. Then Lord Sandwich took the new hero in tow as they rushed off to a celebration given by the Honorable East India Company in recognition of Anthonys daring action. One of the directors got up and read the article from The Gazette, which was overly lavish in the telling of the bravery and honor demonstrated by Recourse s captain and crew. Much was made of Captain Anthony being the son of Fighting James Anthony, Vice Admiral of the Red. The speaker ended, declaring, It appears we have another Fighting Anthony.

After the speech, the speaker then turned the presentation over to Hugh English, Anthonys brother in-law.

Captain AnthonyGil, as a token of our esteemed gratitude, I would like to offer you a small reward. A purse full of gold coins was then handed to Anthony. As soon as Anthony was given the coins, Hugh continued. I would also like to present you with this ceremonial sword from Wilkinsons.

As Anthony set down the bag of coins to accept the sword, he couldnt help but ponder the remark about a small token of their appreciation. The sword was worth at least a hundred guineas and the reward was certainly nice, but there was no thought of rewards when Anthony put Recourse into the midst of the fight. However, he couldnt help but think that their rewards were just a token. One only had to look at what it would cost to replace a ship, not to mention the added cost of the cargo had the pirates had their way. A small token indeed.

Anthony was also sure Hugh had something to do with the celebration and reward. Hughs father had been a merchant captain for the Honest Johns, as the Honorable East India Company was commonly called. Now Hugh was one of the companys directors, a Member of Parliament, as well as a close friend to the Prince Regent.

Anthony was certain his sudden bestowal of knighthood was stimulated by Hughs relationship with the Prince. The ceremony happened suddenly, with the First Lord escorting Anthony to his Majesty King Georges chamber. Along the way, he had whispered hurried instructions to Gil so that he would not embarrass the family name or the Navy. The episode was such a blur that Anthony could barely recall the events. He remembered kneeling before the King, who said some words he couldnt remember, and then he was dubbed Sir Gilbert, Knight of the Bath. No sooner had he been dubbed and congratulated than he was whisked away, as more important affairs were in need of his Majestys attention.

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Pleading illness, Anthonys father had not been present for either Honest Johns celebration or the knighting. He had sent his love.

Then came the summons. A messenger had brought word that Gils father was in critical health, the reason for his hurried journey home. The driver cracked his whip and the horses labored to keep up a quickened pace as they fought the howling wind and snow.

Gils father, Lord James Anthony, Earl of Deerfield, had been a Vice Admiral of some standing, making a name for himself equal to Anson and Hawke. He had distinguished himself at Cape Finisterre and Quiberon Bay, earning himself the nickname Fighting James Anthony. However, an ailing marriage and politics had caused Lord Anthony to haul down his flag prematurely.

Gils mother lived in Kent on the family estate with her cats and medicinal brandy. Becky, his sister, with the help of a good overseer, took care of their mother and Deerfield.

Admiral Lord Anthony had turned his back on it all, saying, a man should not tarry in a place where never blows a fair wind. He had kept in touch with his children, and they had visited with their father in secret. They had once told their mother of these visits, and it was then that Gil found the true meaning of a foul wind.

Gil had questioned his father as to the reason for the separation with his mother. Lord Anthonys only remark was that some things were better left alone. The matter was never mentioned again. Lord Anthony had moved to Portsmouth and bought a townhouse where he could peer out the second floor windows or sit on a balcony and see the ships and the harbor. He also acquired a mistress named Maria, a gypsy womanwith eyes and hair as black as the darkest night. She was twenty years younger than Lord Anthony but their life had been happy regardless of their age difference. Maria was seductive without trying. She was elegant and possessed a quiet humor that made liking her easy. Not wanting to be disloyal to his mother, Gil still had to admit his father had been a lucky man to have shared life with Maria.