I take a step away from Flaco and say, "Davy ... Tink ... ready...FIRE!"
Both of my lads jerk their lanyards at the same instant.
Crrraaack!
Flaco has wisely hit the deck, as bullets fly over his head and splinters fly from the side of the Red Devil.
El Feo bellows out, "Tiren los cañones," and his six twenty-four-pound portside guns roar out.
Craaack! Craack! Craaack! Craaash!
But the Red Devil is so much higher than the Nancy that the balls sail through our rigging and not through our hull. We lose some lines, and the foresail spar, but that's it, thank God!
"Reload, lads! Daniel, Joannie! Powder, grape! Hard Left your helm, Jim!" I shriek. The kids scurry below and return lugging bags of powder and canisters of grapeshot.
The Nancy turns and presents a much more narrow target for El Feo's guns. I note with some satisfaction that it takes his men a lot longer to reload than it does mine.
"Ready, Jacky!" shouts Davy and Tink.
"Hard Right!" I shout. "Fire when they bear!"
The Nancy turns to starboard and my lads lean over their cannons and...
Crrraaack!
Davy shoots and then Tink jerks his lanyard and ...
Crrraaack!
The grapeshot rakes the deck of the Red Devil, and there are screams from the other ship—a bee is small but she may still sting a bull—and many men lie still, but not El Feo. He has taken refuge behind his cabin during this exchange of fire.
"John! Finn! Take over the guns!" I shout. "Brothers, take up your rifles!" John Thomas and McGee rush to reload the cannons while Tink and Davy pick up their rifles and fire. Two men on the other ship pitch over and fall. Too bad neither of them is El Feo—he now comes back to stand on what is now his quarterdeck, confident that we have done our worst.
Not yet, Feo...
Flaco, in his rage, hurls down curses so obscene that even I haven't heard them before. El Feo's mother is especially featured in many colorful ways, I note, even though my mind is fully occupied with the fight.
On my order, Davy and Tink climb up to the crow's-nest with their long rifles and powder horns slung over their shoulders, cartridges in their belts. Once there, they commence to rain bullets down on El Diablo Rojo, and more men fall victim to their marksmanship.
"Pistola!" pleads Flaco, holding out his hands to me. I pull out my pistols and flip one to him. He catches it, then leaps onto the ratlines, yelling, "Show yourself, Feo, you miserable dog! Show yourself, coward!"
El Feo, for an instant out in the open, looks up at Flaco, raises his own pistol, and fires and shouts, "Tenga su madre, maricón!" but misses. Then Flaco fires, but he, too, misses, clipping only the tip of one of the feathers in El Feo's headdress. Feo takes that as a sign to once again duck behind his cabin.
"That's it, hide yourself, you cowardly bastard," shouts Flaco. He, himself, is not cowering but instead hangs there in full view of the musketeers on the other ship, and I worry for his safety. Bullets buzz and snap all around us. Although none have yet hit flesh, as far as I can tell, they are bound to get lucky soon, lousy shots or not. We've got to get out of here.
"Another pistol, Jacky, por favor!" yells Flaco, but I do not give it to him.
Instead, I say to faithful Higgins, who has stood by my side during all this hurly-burly, "Higgins, with our pistols, let us take down their helmsman."
He draws his two handguns and aims, as do I with my remaining one.
"On the count of three, we will fire. One ... two ... three!"
Our pistols bark out and the man at the wheel grabs his chest and falls. I don't know which of us got him, but one certainly did ... and I don't want to know.
"That'll slow him down," I say as we see El Diablo Rojo suddenly yaw to the right, being deprived of its helm.
Then I shout, "Left Full Rudder! Let's show him her tail! Go!"
We leap away from the pirate—Good girl, Nancy!—and though he chases us for a while, he cannot close the distance. And as night falls, he turns away, his nose well bloodied.
I let out the breath I have been holding for a long time and say, "Good work, all. Secure from Battle Stations. Let's have dinner."
Flaco stands desolate at the rail, watching the ship that once was his disappear into the dark. I know the terrible crushing feeling of losing one's ship and put my arm around him. "Come, amigo, you shall have dinner with me tonight in my cabin, and we shall talk of old times and maybe plot for the future. There will be another day." I give him a squeeze. "Hey?"
He looks down at me and nods. "Gracias, mi corazón."
We repair the damage, bind up any wounds, and set sail for Cuba.
Chapter 39
Lieutenant James Emerson Fletcher
Onboard HMS Dolphin
En route to Kingston, Jamaica
Jacky Faber
Onboard the Nancy B. Alsop En route to Havana, Cuba
My dearest Jacky,
For once I am actually penning this letter instead of just making it up in my mind, for there is the very good chance, God willing, that I will see you again in a week and you might actually read it, unlike those many others I have written and sent out on the winds of chance.
This will not be one for our children to read...
I have the midwatch tonight, and so I must turn in early to my lonely bunk. But I know that sleep will not come easy for me tonight, for I will be again reliving our last night together in your cabin.
"Turn around, Jaimy, please," you had said after we had finished our dinner and were preparing for bed. I did so, thinking it uncommon shyness on your part. I heard a whisper of cloth, then...
"All right, Jaimy."
I turned around and beheld you and understood.
"And what do you think of your saucy sailor girl now?"
I was astounded to see you wearing the same impossibly light, filmy little dress you wore on that glorious day in Jamaica three years ago.
You lowered your eyelashes in the way that you have and whispered, "It's my Kingston dress, Jaimy, the one I wore on that happy day in Jamaica. Do you remember?"
Ah, yes, well I remember.
"I had it in my chest in Boston and brought it with me, in case we should, by some impossible chance, be married—you did say you wanted me to wear it on our wedding day, didn't you?"
I rejoiced to see you in that dear relic, but I liked it even better when it floated to the floor and I beheld you in your natural state. You stood in the soft glow of the lamplight, your skin impossibly bronzed in some places, the purest white in others. Then, smiling, you came to me and put your arms about me, but ... I must stop thinking of that, else I drive myself mad.
I have taken to washing in very cold water each night before turning in to my solitary bunk, but I comfort myself with the possibility that you and I might very soon lie together again.
The midwatch comes in three hours. I shall try to sleep; but when I close my eyes, there you are again.
Good night, Jacky. With all my affection, I remain
Yours,
Jaimy
Chapter 40
Breakfast is over and cleaned up after, and I'm checking out the condition of my fighter in the coop behind the stove. I lift El Gringo to feel his drumsticks. Hmmmm ... much, much stronger now, I think with some satisfaction. The ever increasing lead weights that have been tucked into his vest have been good for him. He should be very light on his feet now when the vest comes off. Beware, El Matador.
Daniel and Joannie sit in front of Jemimah and listen like mindful students. Would that the scamps paid as close attention to the studies I assign them. Grrrr...
Jemimah clatters some pans and starts in...
"So it happen that one fine day Brother Rabbit was hoppin' along a path that a lot of the animals used, goin' about their business, him singin' a happy song, and glad to be off by himself for a spell. Y'see, Sister Rabbit did have her way with that man, and now there's a whole bunch of baby bunnies all over the rabbit shack, gettin' underfoot all the time and settin' up a fuss just like you two, and sometimes a daddy just gotta go off by hisself for a bit and pretend he still be a free-rambling man.
"By 'n' by Brother Rabbit come to a bend in the road and he perks up them big ears o' his 'cause he hears somethin' goin' on up ahead. When he rounds the bend, he sees a bunch of men diggin' a hole right in the middle of the path and he duck back in the bushes and lays back his big ol' ears to watch what they doin,' him bein' a curious sort of rabbit.
"He watches 'em for a while and he's thinkin', 'They's diggin' a mighty deep hole there and it's gotta be some kinda trap for us pore animals, but they dug it so deep wit' the sides so steep that they must have the big critters in mind.' The rabbit puts his front paws to his chin and thinks on it some more as he watch the men come out of the hole and lay light branches across it and then scatter some leafs over that so it look all natural. 'Nope, that trap ain't for us rabbits and possums and 'coons and such. No, dey lookin' for somethin' else ... sumthin' like dat big ol' brown bear dat's been lately tearin' up the Man's beehives down at the plantation and stealin' all his honey ... hmm...? Or mebbe it's dat ol' red fox what's been down in the Man's henhouse, pluckin' out some o' his fine hens and leavin' only the feathers behind ... hmmm?'
"The men take up their shovels and pickaxes and head on off, back to the Man's plantation down in the valley, leavin' the place all quiet. Brother Rabbit sits up, grins him an evil grin, and heads off back down the road, lookin' for a certain pair of rascals."
Jemimah pauses to clean an imaginary spot from her big skillet and then hangs it on its hook on the side of the stove. She is well aware of the effect this pause has on her impatient audience. When she figures the kids have squirmed enough, she goes on.
"Soon Brother Rabbit spots Brother Fox and Brother Bear lyin' under a persimmon tree, asleep and snorin' away. The rabbit figures he'll get behind a bush and wake 'em up with a song, pretendin' he don't know they're there. He opens his mouth and sings.
Oh, de Squirrel he got a bushy tail,
Possum's tail is bare.
Raccoon's tail is ringed all 'round,
And stumpy goes de Bear.
Stumpy goes dat ooooold
Brown bear'
"The fox's ears perk up and he cracks open an eyelid. He nudges the bear, who grunts and keeps on sleepin'. Sleepin' is one thing bears is really good at.
"'Wake up, Brother,' says the fox. 'I think I hears dat rabbit comin' along.'
"Well, that gets up the bear. He wake up droolin', cause he been dreamin' of some nice rabbit stew and now the main ingredient in that kinda stew was comin' near.
"Brother Fox and Brother Bear get to their feet and listen as Brother Rabbit puff out his chest and sing up another verse.
'Brother Fox he got a bushy tail,
Muskrat's tail is bare.
Rabbit got no tail at all, Just a little tuft of hair.
Just a little tuft of hair
Back there'
"Then he burst right into the clearin' where the fox and bear is waitin'.
"'Grab him, Brother!' shouts the fox.
"'Feets, do yo' stuff!' shouts the rabbit, and he spin about and he dash off down the road with Brother Fox and Brother Bear right behind him. They can run fast, but the rabbit be little bit faster. Still, he don't get too far ahead of them, no, he just wave his little cottontail in front of their noses and they keep on pantin' after him.