Reynolds could tell Walker Walker was heaved to by the sudden wallowing sensation. He quickly checked the function of all the control surfaces and shouted down to the chief of the air detail, "All right, Chief, pick us up and swing us out! Set us down with plenty of slack but don"t cut us loose until the engine starts, hear? And keep an eye on those line handlers!" was heaved to by the sudden wallowing sensation. He quickly checked the function of all the control surfaces and shouted down to the chief of the air detail, "All right, Chief, pick us up and swing us out! Set us down with plenty of slack but don"t cut us loose until the engine starts, hear? And keep an eye on those line handlers!"
The Nancy lifted. "Cats strained at the taglines to keep the plane from swinging with the rolling motion of the ship. Reynolds knew Ben had been hoping to construct some kind of catapult, a sort of abbreviated version of what Amagi Amagi had had, but there just hadn"t been time. Now Reynolds better appreciated Ben"s scheme. It wouldn"t have made any difference with recovery, but with a catapult, they could have just flown right off the ship. A couple of times, the Nancy swung dangerously close to the davit and Fred clenched his eyes shut, expecting a splintering crash, but somehow, fairly quickly, the plane was over the water and headed down. Now the only immediate concern was giving the plane enough slack that the roll of the ship wouldn"t yank her back out of the water and smash her against had had, but there just hadn"t been time. Now Reynolds better appreciated Ben"s scheme. It wouldn"t have made any difference with recovery, but with a catapult, they could have just flown right off the ship. A couple of times, the Nancy swung dangerously close to the davit and Fred clenched his eyes shut, expecting a splintering crash, but somehow, fairly quickly, the plane was over the water and headed down. Now the only immediate concern was giving the plane enough slack that the roll of the ship wouldn"t yank her back out of the water and smash her against Walker Walker"s side.
Suddenly, Reynolds felt the independent motion caused by water under the plane. There"d been no thump or splash at all. "Switch on!" he yelled, and Kari leaped up to lean against the little railing that kept her body away from the prop. Reaching as high as she could, she grabbed a blade and yanked it down. There was a cough, but nothing else. She repeated the process and was rewarded by a loud, m.u.f.fled fart and the blades blurred before her. Reynolds advanced the throttle while she fell back into her seat and strapped herself in. This was the signal for the detail on the ship to pull the tagline pins that released all ropes from the plane. Kicking the rudder hard left, Reynolds advanced the throttle still more to gain some distance from the ship.
"All right!" Reynolds shouted, tension ebbing away. "We"re on the loose!" Behind them, the ship slowly eased forward, exposing them to the westerly breeze. Turning the Nancy"s nose into the wind, Reynolds advanced the throttle to the stop. The new liquid-cooled engine was heavier than Ben"s makeshift prototype, but the power-to-weight ratio was actually a little better. It stayed uniformly cooler too, which could be good and bad. They"d need better spring technology before they could do a proper thermostat. The big, exposed radiator behind the c.o.c.kpit also negated any potential speed increase, but having flown a couple of times in the prototype, Fred liked "his" Nancy a lot better. Unlike Ben, Reynolds had also quickly figured out a major secret to seaplane flying. Maybe it was because he"d had no preconceptions and just did what came naturally, but he"d amazed Ben on his third flight by "bouncing" his plane into the air off a wave top with half the speed and in a third of the distance with which Ben had ever managed it. Ben had been flabbergasted, amazed, annoyed, and proud all at once. After he got Fred to first figure out what he"d done, and second explain-and ultimately show it to everyone else-the practice became SOP.
Fred used the procedure now, and within moments of his applying full power, the plane was in the air. "Whooee!" he shouted, banking low over the water. He gradually pulled back on the stick. The Nancy"s CG was still just a little aft, and Ben had constantly pounded it into them not to fool around with the stick, particularly at low alt.i.tude. Slowly, the plane climbed. In the distance, about ten miles away, he saw Achilles Achilles. He knew no one on the Imperial ship had ever seen a man fly, and he was tempted to cruise over and buzz her. He resisted the impulse, realizing it probably wasn"t appropriate to goof around in the air the first time the skipper let him fly. He grinned, thinking about what it would be like-Ben had told him of the chaos he"d caused on Ajax Ajax that one time. Shaking his head, he banked a little sharper and flew back toward that one time. Shaking his head, he banked a little sharper and flew back toward Walker Walker, gently waggling his wings as he flew over.
In all the wide expanse of the world around them, there was nothing but sea. He"d never flown over the empty ocean before, at least not beyond sight of land, and it made him a little queasy. Worse, it was a dull, humid day and the higher he flew, the more difficult it became to tell where the sky and the horizon met. He looked at his clinometer and steadied his wings. As far as he could see, there was no sign of land at all. Just the hazy, grayish sky and the hazy blue sea below. Achilles Achilles and and Walker Walker were there, of course, and that comforted him, but the only other things in view were the distant ships the lookout had spotted. It was time to get to work. were there, of course, and that comforted him, but the only other things in view were the distant ships the lookout had spotted. It was time to get to work.
"Definitely four ships," he shouted to Kari through the speaking tube, knowing she would report it, although by now Walker Walker and and Achilles Achilles would probably know that already. There were no ships beyond those, however, and that would be news. He reported that as well. Closer and closer to the unknown ships he flew, gaining alt.i.tude. Still nothing beyond them but maybe an atoll or something. He couldn"t tell for sure, and it might even have been a distant squall. But the four ships were clearly alone. "Tell "em they"re sailing steamers, like would probably know that already. There were no ships beyond those, however, and that would be news. He reported that as well. Closer and closer to the unknown ships he flew, gaining alt.i.tude. Still nothing beyond them but maybe an atoll or something. He couldn"t tell for sure, and it might even have been a distant squall. But the four ships were clearly alone. "Tell "em they"re sailing steamers, like Achilles Achilles . . . and . . . and Ajax Ajax. All have those paddle box things on their sides. When we get a little closer, I"ll take her down a little and see if we can get a look at their flags. They"ve got got flags; I can see that much from here." flags; I can see that much from here."
A short time later, he was kiting a few thousand feet above the strange ships. He still couldn"t see what flag they flew, but they must have noticed him. He couldn"t tell if his flying machine had caused any consternation below, but they were taking in sail, and puffs of smoke began streaming from their tall, slender funnels.
"Say, Kari," he shouted, "I don"t know what it means, or if they"re reacting to us or our ships, but they"ve lit their boilers. Seems that would mean they want to be able to maneuver. Better send that; then we"re going down for a closer look."
"Yes, I send," Kari said. "But stay out of musket shot! If they Jenks people, they muskets are no as good as our new ones, and no near near as good as you rifles, but they plenty good shoot holes in this "crate" you get close enough!" as good as you rifles, but they plenty good shoot holes in this "crate" you get close enough!"
"Don"t worry. I plan to stay well clear." He eased the stick forward and began a slow, spiraling descent. "Let"s see," he said, mentally kicking himself for forgetting a pair of binoculars. He"d have to remember that in the future. Surely Kari could hold the plane level while he took a look-or he could do the same for her. She was the observer, after all. Maybe with her better eyes . . . "Hey, Kari, if you get a good look at the flag, describe what you see!" he yelled.
Still closer they flew, swooping down to within three hundred feet of the water. The ships looked just like Jenks"s, for the most part. One had more gunports, the others fewer, but all followed essentially the same lines and rig. Sooty black plumes rose thick from all four ships now.
"I see flag! Imper"al flag!" Kari confirmed. "Is same as Jenks . . . I think." Something about it, she didn"t know what, didn"t look exactly right.
A single puff of smoke belched from a gun on the nearest ship.
"They shoot at us!" Kari shouted. "With cannon! We out of range their muskets, but not cannon!"
"Relax," said Reynolds, a little shaky himself, as he banked abruptly away. "We probably just spooked them. That had to be a warning shot telling us to keep our distance. If they were shooting at at us, I doubt if they"d have used just one. Think about it: they"ve never seen an airplane before in their lives. They don"t know if we"re dangerous or not. I can understand them not wanting us too close." He rubbed his wind-blown face. "From what I could see, they looked like Imperial flags to me too. Send it. Tell Captain Reddy we"re coming home and ask him to fly a signal saying what he wants us to do." Fred would be glad when they could make headsets for the observers. His Nancy had one of the simple receivers, and the little speakers Riggs had come up with worked fine, but they couldn"t compete with a droning motor. For now, they had to rely on visual instructions from the ship. us, I doubt if they"d have used just one. Think about it: they"ve never seen an airplane before in their lives. They don"t know if we"re dangerous or not. I can understand them not wanting us too close." He rubbed his wind-blown face. "From what I could see, they looked like Imperial flags to me too. Send it. Tell Captain Reddy we"re coming home and ask him to fly a signal saying what he wants us to do." Fred would be glad when they could make headsets for the observers. His Nancy had one of the simple receivers, and the little speakers Riggs had come up with worked fine, but they couldn"t compete with a droning motor. For now, they had to rely on visual instructions from the ship.
"Wilco!" Kari shouted through the speaking tube.
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"He says-En-sin Reynolds says-they Imperials, all right. Chase plane off with warning shot," one of Ed Palmer"s comm strikers reported. "He ask we hoist signal flags, tell more instructions."
Matt was thoughtful. "A warning shot, huh? Very well." He turned and spoke to the Bosun. "Have him orbit us while we meet the strangers, fuel permitting. He should have plenty and it won"t be long. The main reasons I let him fly in the first place were to test his procedures-we had to do that sooner or later-and to get the plane off the ship when we meet these guys . . . just in case."
"Aye-aye, Captain," Gray said, and he strode the short distance to where the signalmen and signal strikers stood, just aft of the charthouse.
"That"s most odd," Courtney observed.
"What, the warning shot?" Matt asked.
"Well, that too, but I suspect even our Harvey Jenks would have done that when we first met, had we flown an airplane at him. Imperials do seem to have a rather well-defined societal arrogance. Mr. Jenks has mellowed rather satisfactorily, I think. Actually, though, what suddenly strikes me is that presumably they can see us as well as we can see them by now."
"Sure . . ." Matt glanced at the approaching ships and saw the black smoke above them. They were were much closer, maybe only six miles away. Under steam and sail, they were probably making ten or twelve knots. much closer, maybe only six miles away. Under steam and sail, they were probably making ten or twelve knots. Walker Walker had slowed to five when the plane took off, but she"d accelerated to fifteen as the Nancy swooped back over the ship, reading the flags they"d hoisted. Matt peered past the port bridge wing and looked north-northwest, where had slowed to five when the plane took off, but she"d accelerated to fifteen as the Nancy swooped back over the ship, reading the flags they"d hoisted. Matt peered past the port bridge wing and looked north-northwest, where Achilles Achilles had been keeping pace. He saw that Jenks"s ship had closed the distance to about seven miles, and smoke was streaming from her stack now too. "What the h.e.l.l"s going on here? Those ships are clearly heading toward had been keeping pace. He saw that Jenks"s ship had closed the distance to about seven miles, and smoke was streaming from her stack now too. "What the h.e.l.l"s going on here? Those ships are clearly heading toward us us, not Jenks. And why did everybody light their boilers all of a sudden?"
Palmer himself appeared on the bridge. His voice had an edge when he spoke. "Message from Achilles Achilles, Skipper."
"Okay. What"s it say?"
"Commodore Jenks suggests that we not, repeat not not close with the approaching squadron alone." close with the approaching squadron alone."
"Why not?"
"He doesn"t say."
"Well, find out, d.a.m.n it, because they"re sure as h.e.l.l closing with us us, and they"ll get here before he does!"
"Aye-aye, sir," Palmer said, and left the bridge.
"Slow to one-third," Matt ordered. "Maybe we can reduce our closure rate, at least. I"m not sure showing our heels will make the best impression."
"We ought to go to flank and steam circles around the b.u.g.g.e.rs," Gray muttered to Bradford as he returned.
"While perhaps highly satisfying," Bradford whispered back, arching his eyebrows, "it may also be deemed provocative." He raised his voice. "I think I know why they are concentrating on us, Captain," he proclaimed. "When Jenks dispatched his message, he surely must have reported that Her Highness desired us us to take her home on to take her home on this this ship. No doubt Jenks would have described ship. No doubt Jenks would have described Walker Walker as she had been described to him: a dedicated steamer with an iron hull. No sails. I shouldn"t wonder if that"s why they are converging on this ship; they believe the princess is aboard!" as she had been described to him: a dedicated steamer with an iron hull. No sails. I shouldn"t wonder if that"s why they are converging on this ship; they believe the princess is aboard!"
"Maybe you"re right," Matt replied. "And if it hadn"t been for Billingsly"s stunt, that would make me feel a lot better. Even so . . . Even if they"re all as big a pack of jerks as Billingsly, I can"t imagine they"d fire at us and risk hurting the girl. Billingsly took her-and the rest of our people-"cause he wanted her. He could have just b.u.mped her off at any time."
"Not and lived," Gray growled.
"Good point," Matt agreed. He rubbed his face again. "If they"ve got twenty four-pounders, like Achilles Achilles, they can punch holes in us out to what, five hundred yards? Six?"
"I"d think about that, Skipper," Gray agreed. "Probably dent the h.e.l.l out of us to a thousand. But round shot loses a lot of energy quick. It"s buckin" a lot of wind for the weight." He shrugged. "If they"ve got anything even a little bigger, though, the weight goes up exponentially for just a little more wind resistance. A thirty-two"s not buckin" much more wind than an eighteen pounder, like Donaghey Donaghey carries, but it"ll punch a hole in us at a thousand!" carries, but it"ll punch a hole in us at a thousand!"
Matt made up his mind. "Okay, at two thousand yards, we heave to, broadside. We"ll fly a white parley flag, but all batteries will remain loaded, trained, and aimed for surface action starboard. The gun director will concentrate on that big boy that must be their flagship. If they close to fifteen hundred yards, we"ll fire a warning shot of our own with the j.a.p gun aft. Have Chief Gunner"s Mate St.i.tes lay it himself, in local control. Tell him to use HE for a really big splash and put it close enough to rain on "em without hurting anybody, clear?"
Chief Bashear understood that the tactical conversation was over and that orders had been issued. He quickly pa.s.sed the word. "Skipper?" he asked when he received confirmation. "I oughta be aft." Chief Gray might be the "Super Bosun" of the fleet, but Carl Bashear was Walker Walker"s official chief bosun"s mate now. Since Gray"s self-appointed battle station was the forward part of the ship, near the captain, Bashear"s post was aft, near Steele, on the auxiliary conn. Chack was a bosun"s mate too, but since he also commanded the Marine contingent, he oversaw things amidships, where he could remain close to his Marines.
"Of course, Boats . . . Bashear," Matt said with only a slight hesitation. Gray would always be "Boats" to him, but "Boats Bashear" had seemed to make Carl happy. "By all means, round up a relief and take your post."
Staas-Fin, or "Finny," quickly arrived to take his place and Carl Bashear was gone. Time pa.s.sed while all the ships gradually converged. Achilles Achilles was really cracking on, but even with was really cracking on, but even with Walker Walker"s speed reduced to slow, Jenks clearly couldn"t arrive until shortly after the Imperial squadron reached the two-thousand-yard mark and things began to happen. The squeal of the halyard behind the charthouse announced that the parley flag was on its way up. Reynolds"s Nancy flew by ahead, just a few hundred feet off the wave tops. Matt had to admit the thing looked a lot better in the air than it did strapped to his ship.
"I see a white flag going up on the biggest Imperial ship," cried Monk from his lookout post on the starboard bridge wing. About that time, the same report came from the crow"s nest.
"Sir," said Palmer, gaining the bridge again, "Jenks says firing the boilers is Imperial SOP when they clear for action! He asks if we are certain certain the ships fly the same flag he does, the ships fly the same flag he does, exactly exactly the same? The Imperial Naval jack is basically the same as the national flag-thirteen red and white stripes with red on top and bottom, and the union blue in the field! The Company flag has white on top and bottom with no blue, just a red cross of Saint George! He says the Company revived an older flag to show a distinction!" the same? The Imperial Naval jack is basically the same as the national flag-thirteen red and white stripes with red on top and bottom, and the union blue in the field! The Company flag has white on top and bottom with no blue, just a red cross of Saint George! He says the Company revived an older flag to show a distinction!"
"G.o.dd.a.m.n, what a crock!" Gray said.
"Not a crock," Matt retorted. "There"s definitely historical precedence, and it makes sense. Can anybody tell if there"s any blue on those flags? If Jenks thinks it"s that important, we"d better find out!"
"Can"t tell!" shouted Monk. "All their flags are streaming aft and they"re headed right for us! I can see stripes now and then, but that"s it!"
"What"s on top, red or white?" Matt barked.
"Two thousand yards!" cried Finny.
"Very well, left standard rudder. When we"re in position, we"ll heave to and maintain position. Flags?" he prompted again.
"I can"t tell tell what"s on top!" Monk yelled. what"s on top!" Monk yelled.
"Crow"s nest?" Matt demanded.
"White!" said Finny. "No, red! Jeez, Skipper, crow"s nest no tell either! Campeti say coming to fifteen hundreds!"
"Gun number four will prepare to commence firing. One shot only," Matt said.
"Fifteen hundreds!" Finny almost squealed.
"Fire number four!"
From aft, they heard the bark of the j.a.panese 4.7-inch dual-purpose gun. Even over the sound of the blower, the hssssshk hssssshk sound of the projectile in flight was distinctive. A large geyser of spume erupted one hundred yards off the port bow of the largest approaching ship, and spray did indeed collapse upon the fo"c"sle. sound of the projectile in flight was distinctive. A large geyser of spume erupted one hundred yards off the port bow of the largest approaching ship, and spray did indeed collapse upon the fo"c"sle.
"Pa.s.s the word to St.i.tes," Matt said. "Well-placed."
For a long moment, there was no response from the ships. Matt was about to order a second shot when Monk reported that the target (odd how it had suddenly become "the target") had begun reefing sails. Still, though, the ships continued toward them.
"I don"t like it," Gray said.
"Me either," agreed Matt. "They"re reducing sail like they"re respecting the warning shot, but they"re still steaming right at us. I don"t like it at all." He looked to port. "Where"s Jenks?"
"Coming up hand over fist, but he"s still a couple thousand yards off the port quarter. Sir, he"s hoisted a really big flag!" Matt looked. Sure enough, a much larger than usual Imperial national flag had been run up to the peak of Achilles Achilles" maintop. It was clearly a battle flag, and Matt had seen something similar done a long time ago. Walker Walker even had her own battle flag now. Meticulously repaired after the Battle of Baalkpan, and with the name of that battle added to the others embroidered upon it, it lay folded in a place of honor in the center of the signal flag locker. even had her own battle flag now. Meticulously repaired after the Battle of Baalkpan, and with the name of that battle added to the others embroidered upon it, it lay folded in a place of honor in the center of the signal flag locker.
"Run up our battle flag," Matt said resignedly. "Obviously they understand what it means. That ought to impress them more than another warning shot!"
"Skipper! They"re turning!"
Matt looked back to the front. At about eight hundred yards, the four ships executed a very tight turn to port that only paddle wheels would have allowed. They still had the wind, and for a moment, the flags all streamed forward from aft. They were red-and-white flags, without the slightest touch of blue, and just as that realization dawned, the starboard side of all but one of the ships erupted in a solid bank of white smoke.
"All ahead flank!" Matt shouted. "Main battery, commence firing! Somebody yank that white rag down and get our own flag up there!"
Fireman Tab-At, or "Tabby," felt the ship squat down and lurch forward as the throttlemen poured on the steam. She almost fell against the aft bulkhead of the fireroom. Access plates on the deck popped up out of their grooves and slid toward her like big, rectangular blades, and she hopped as they went by to keep from losing her toes. They clanged against the bulkhead behind her. "Feed "em!" she shouted. "Open "em up!" They had to increase the flow of air, water, and fuel to keep up with the sudden enormous dump of steam. An instant later, she felt like somebody had put a bucket on her head and started beating it with a stick. As quickly as it began, the heavy drumming ceased, but Walker Walker kept picking up speed. The air lock cycled and Spanky emerged from the forward engine room. He was covered with dark fuel oil from head to foot, but his eyes were white as they darted around the compartment. kept picking up speed. The air lock cycled and Spanky emerged from the forward engine room. He was covered with dark fuel oil from head to foot, but his eyes were white as they darted around the compartment.
"Everything okay in here?" he shouted.
"Yeah . . ." Tabby started, then amended, "Yes, sir! A few loose plates. What happened?"
"The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds fired at us!" Spanky bellowed. "The G.o.dd.a.m.n sneakin" b.a.s.t.a.r.ds b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!"
"Who shoot?" Tabby asked, her drawl and English slipping a little.
"Those G.o.dd.a.m.n Company Brits. Who else?"
"How you get so oily? Engines okay?"
"Yeah. Somethin" punched a hole through one of the saddle bunkers, somethin" big big. Must be rollin" around in the bilge, "cause it didn"t go out the other side, but it blew oil all over the place. Damage control"s on the way. Any of "em come through here, tell "em to pump the bilges into one of the two empty bunkers aft. It"ll be full of c.r.a.p, but we can"t spare the fuel. Maybe we can separate it out some." He started forward. "Gotta check the forward fireroom!"
"Commander McFaar-lane?" Tabby asked. "Spanky? You okay?"
Spanky stopped and looked back at her. "Swell, kid. Just gotta check on the old rice bowl." He wiped at the oil burning his eyes. "Might be your rice bowl too, now. Chief Aubrey"s dead. Whatever came through just kinda smushed his head." He wiped his face again. "Chiefs don"t last long down here. Never shoulda picked him. He started out as a torpedoman, for G.o.d"s sake! Shoulda left him at home!" Spanky sneezed, still wiping his face on his oil-soaked sleeve, and disappeared forward through the swirling, steamy heat of the fireroom.
"Damage report!" Matt bellowed over the rapid salvos of the numbers one, two, and four guns.
"Buncha big dents, three big holes," Finny replied. "One hole through for"ard engine room, make big leak in fuel bunker. One dead, two injured. "Nother hole through wardroom, spray Sela.s.s with few steel pieces, but she okay. Hole through for"ard berthing s.p.a.ce not hurt anybody."
"d.a.m.n them! Their flagship better be a wreck by now!" Matt growled. He raised his binoculars and stared hard at the geysers erupting around the distant ship. Actually, as he thought about it, it would be a miracle if they"d hit anything with their first salvo. They had explosive rounds now, using a black-powder bursting charge just like in the Great War. It was a lot better than the solid copper bolts they"d been forced to use before, and way better than nothing. The problem was, Bernie was still working out some issues with his cordite. They had all the formulas, but the organic material they had to work with was different and produced different properties and burn rates. For now, they were still using black-powder propellant charges, and it took time to work out the differential math on the gun director. Their sudden acceleration to flank hadn"t helped. Unconsciously, he opened his mouth, trying to pop his ears. They"d installed one of them! Their flagship better be a wreck by now!" Matt growled. He raised his binoculars and stared hard at the geysers erupting around the distant ship. Actually, as he thought about it, it would be a miracle if they"d hit anything with their first salvo. They had explosive rounds now, using a black-powder bursting charge just like in the Great War. It was a lot better than the solid copper bolts they"d been forced to use before, and way better than nothing. The problem was, Bernie was still working out some issues with his cordite. They had all the formulas, but the organic material they had to work with was different and produced different properties and burn rates. For now, they were still using black-powder propellant charges, and it took time to work out the differential math on the gun director. Their sudden acceleration to flank hadn"t helped. Unconsciously, he opened his mouth, trying to pop his ears. They"d installed one of Amagi Amagi"s alarm bells to replace the dead salvo buzzer, but Campeti had forgotten to push the b.u.t.ton. "Cease firing main battery," he called. "Left full rudder! Come to course one eight five!" He needed to give his fire control crew a break, and the only thing that would allow that was a constant course and speed.
"Left full rudder, aye!" answered Kutas. "Making my course one eight five!" Another enemy broadside churned the sea behind the ship, skating across the wave tops and looking for all the world like a giant shotgun pattern in a duck pond.
"They can"t hit a moving target, at least one moving this fast," Matt observed with satisfaction. "Where"s Jenks?"
"Starboard quarter. He"ll pa.s.s astern of us on this course," Gray answered. "He"s still headin" right at "em!"
"Course is one eight five degrees!" Kutas exclaimed.
"Main battery may resume firing as soon as they have a solution," Matt ordered. He"d opened the range and given his gunners a stable platform. Crrack! Crrack! Three guns spoke together and smoke gushed aft from number one. Three guns spoke together and smoke gushed aft from number one. Shssssssssh Shssssssssh . . . Splashes rose. . . . Splashes rose.
"Down fifty!" they heard Campeti shout from above. "Match pointers . . . Fire!"
"Good hits, good hits!" cried the lookout in the crow"s nest. New splashes erupted around Walker Walker and she shuddered from a heavy, booming impact forward. and she shuddered from a heavy, booming impact forward.
"Trying to lead us," Matt observed with grudging admiration. That had taken quick thinking and steady nerves. "What"s the condition of the first target?"
"She hit pretty bad, it look like. She steam in circle, out of line."
"New target, designate far left steamer," he ordered.
"Campeetee say we can"t shoot at her," replied the talker a moment later.
"Why not?" Matt raised his gla.s.ses. d.a.m.n, what"s Jenks up to? Achilles d.a.m.n, what"s Jenks up to? Achilles was still steaming forward, broad battle flag streaming, and she"d moved almost directly between was still steaming forward, broad battle flag streaming, and she"d moved almost directly between Walker Walker and her target. Splashes began to rise around Jenks"s ship. and her target. Splashes began to rise around Jenks"s ship.
"Come left to one five zero! Redesignate far right right enemy ship!" Matt ordered in frustration. enemy ship!" Matt ordered in frustration.
"Making my course one five zero, aye!"
Matt didn"t want to close the range and risk any more serious. .h.i.ts, but he needed needed to be closer to support whatever it was Jenks was up to. He studied the enemy battle line through the lingering haze of the day and the gun smoke of battle. What was to be closer to support whatever it was Jenks was up to. He studied the enemy battle line through the lingering haze of the day and the gun smoke of battle. What was left left of the line. The enemy had opened the battle- of the line. The enemy had opened the battle-started it, he fumed-in an extremely disciplined fashion, but in the face of it, he fumed-in an extremely disciplined fashion, but in the face of Walker Walker"s salvos, that discipline had fallen apart. The far left ship he"d meant to engage was rushing headlong for Achilles Achilles, just as the far right ship had turned toward Walker Walker. The largest, presumably most powerful, had made a wide, looping turn to port that now had her steaming away, off the starboard beam of the ship Walker Walker was bearing down upon. The only ship that had maintained her position in the original formation seemed to have struck her colors! At that moment, no one was firing at anybody. What a mess. was bearing down upon. The only ship that had maintained her position in the original formation seemed to have struck her colors! At that moment, no one was firing at anybody. What a mess.
"Guns one and three will bear on the advancing ship!" shouted the talker.