Good morning all! I am not going to promise to deliver daily but I am on chapter 5 having taken yesterday off DIY and managing two chapters. However that gives me a chance to catch up with myself.
William returns to Portsmouth to complete the refitting of the 'Thetis'. He will need extra men and officers [I count Petty Officers in this] and has an ...interesting ... task finding some of them. Add to this a dockyard thief and rambunctious Price boys and William would rather face roundshot in battle.
I will be having an unpleasant character use the N word for Amelia, which I have put n***** because I would rather not type it. When it comes in - chapter 4 I think - I would like input over whether this is acceptable as it is intended as an insult, or indeed whether I should bite the bullet and use it in full. It's a truly filthy epithet when used as an epithet.
Chapter 1
Mrs. Price was
taken aback by her visitor. He was a
well-set man in his middle years, plainly used to the best, and definitely a
gentleman. He raised his hat.
“Ma’am, my
name is Finch, Amos Finch, and as my little girl has married your son, I’m
deputing for young William while he is tied up in some mission the government
has sent him off on.”
“But he said
she was ...” Mrs. Price tailed off.
William had told her in his last letter that his bride was dark of skin
and that she was not to say anything untoward about it.
“Mulatto? My late wife, G-d rest her soul, was a woman
of colour, the daughter of a British plantation owner and a slave, and she was
a free woman, Mrs. Price, and I will hear nothing against her, or my lovely
daughter. William was nervous of
introducing Amelia to you, and I hope his fears will be unjustified.”
“I ... er ...
well, of course it is up to him to choose a wife,” said Mrs. Price, covertly
assessing what Amos Finch was worth.
“Good, I hoped
you’d see it that way,” said Finch. “Now
as his deputy in this, I’ve come to help you all move to a nicer, bigger
house.”
“I ... I beg
your pardon?”
“Waal, Mrs.
Price, William thought you might like a nice house on High Street, and a couple
of extra servants, and a subscription to the Assemblies at the Crown,” said
Amos. Mrs. Price gasped. The High Street had fine, tall, modern
buildings, four stories and a garret, built in the Corinthian style. The best houses in the town!
“Why, how kind
of William, and of you to deputise for him,” she said, achieving a simper.
“Why, there will be room for William and dear Amelia to live in so fine a
house.”
Amos beamed.
“Indeed, but I
bought a block of four houses as their wedding gift; two of them have sitting
tenants, whose rent will help the upkeep of the other two houses, I made that
right and tight with the attorneys, I can tell you! And the choice of one of the empty ones up to
you, and the newlyweds in the other.”
“Why, how
delightful!” said Mrs. Price, faintly.
“I am sure the children will love it.”
“Yes, and
William determined to see that any of them who do not wish to go to sea given a
chance to go to school, and of course the littlest girl offered schooling too,”
said Amos.
“Oh! I cannot
bear to have my Betsey parted from me,” cried Mrs. Price.
“No? Then we shall have to see about a governess,”
said Amos. “A man like William Price, mentioned in despatches, needs to know
all his siblings have been well educated to take their place in society.”
“It’s not
exactly the society of the Bertrams,” said Mrs. Price, with a touch of spiteful
asperity towards her sister.
“No, ma’am,
but then you’ve raised children to make your sister hang her head in shame at
how she has done less well by her children, so Amelia says,” said Amos. “She
has, after all, been staying with Mrs. Fanny Bertam, so she has seen for
herself.”
“My poor
Fanny, she could have done better for herself than a second son, and a vicar at
that,” mourned Mrs. Price. “But she says
she loves him, so I suppose I must be content. Perhaps Susan will make a better
match.”
“I believe
Mrs. Bertram is happy,” said Amos.
Mrs. Price
sighed.
“It can make
up for a lot while it lasts,” she said.
William
arrived in Peacock Lane to see all his family’s possessions being loaded onto a
cart, and for a moment he was shaken with fury that they may have been
evicted. Then he saw his father-in-law’s
figure.
“Pa?” William
went up to Amos.
“Now you just
play along, my boy; I knew you’d like your ma in a better house,” said Amos.
“Well, yes,”
said William. “I wasn’t sure how to put
it to her, though, or to arrange it.”
“Well, I put
it to her, and I arranged it,” said Amos. “I hope you don’t think it
interfering?”
“Pa, I might
have some disagreements with my mother, but I do love her,” said William.
“I interfered
more than that,” said Amos. “I set John
up as a clerk to my factor here, to learn the ropes so to speak, and Richard
was keen for the army – the real army, he said, not the marines – so I bought
him a pair of colours. Because I’d do
most anything to keep my family happy, and that means you, son, as well as
Amelia. Only I’ve been wondering’ if I
was heavy handed.”
“I ... well,
I’m taken aback,” said William. “And my
brothers, all of them, do worry me. I
... I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You’ll run my
business for me when I want to retire to thank me,” said Amos. “And with luck,
your brother John a real help to you by then.
The other three want to join you at sea; I said that was up to you.”
“I’ll not have
them all,” said William. “But if it’s
sea they want, I will call on Captain Mornington to take one or two of them. I
planned to take Tom, but I won’t split him from Charley. And Sam is ...”
“Pugnacious?”
said Amos. “You send Tom and Charley to
Captain Mornington, who won’t lick your brother Sam as hard as he should be
licked if he makes a nuisance of himself, and you put Sam in his place
yourself.”
William
nodded.
“Your words
have wisdom, Pa,” he said. He saw his mother come out, with Betsey by the hand.
“Ma!” he said, coming over to kiss her on the cheek. “So, we’re to be neighbours now; you look
much happier and healthier than when I last saw you.”
“Oh, it is so
nice to get out of that nasty little house,” said Mrs. Price. “Thank you, William, and for asking dear
Amelia’s father to organise it. I
thought we might throw a house-warming tea when we were quite moved in; you
will come, won’t you?”
“Certainly,”
said William. “May I bring my friend
John? He’s a lieutenant I serve with, and also Colin, if I may, a
midshipman. I’d like him to get to know
my brothers. Dear me, and I should also bring Michael Ashe, who is my ward, and
plans to be a Marine, and little Miss Greene, who is also a ward.”
“Oh, William,
Sam wants to go to sea as well, and Charley doesn’t want to leave Tom, can you
take all three? And how do you come to have wards?”
“I can’t; but
I will put Tom and Charley with my former captain, who will be kindly to them
for my sake,” said William. “I am sure
Sam will settle down.” He avoided answering the question about wards.
“I ... I
cannot control him,” confessed Mrs. Price, who was more concerned with Sam.
“I can,” said
William. “Papa never gave you an easy
life, did he?”
“Oh Will, he
was a good husband until ... until he was cashiered for drinking, and then he
could not seem to stop,” said Mrs. Price.
William
nodded.
“I know it
wasn’t easy, and having all us boys to try to discipline must have made it
harder,” he said.
“You were
never any trouble, though having you and Fanny being fed by someone else was a
relief,” said Mrs. Price. “And your
earnings were helpful too, I have to say; thank you.”
“Well, mother,
you won’t ever have to worry again,” said William. “Amelia is a generous girl.”
“Who is this
Miss Greene?” asked Mrs. Price.
“She’s a
little girl the same age as Colin, a year younger than Sam,” said William.
“She’s going to learn medicine from Amelia, along with Molly, the daughter of
one of my former shipmates. Amelia likes
children,” he added. “Colin rescued young Emma Greene, and I rather fancy he
likes her more than a little. Of course
that may change in the coming years, but we shall see. Michael Ashe is another orphan in need of a
future; and I have thanked my Maker that we had you, and even as ... distracted
... as he was, Papa was there at times.
Gentlemen’s children who are orphans but impoverished are in poor case,
not being suited by their upbringing to many jobs, and mostly what they have
trained towards expecting them to have a degree. Which if they outran the constable ain’t
feasible. Curate’s children and the like,” he added.
Mrs. Price
shuddered.
“At least the
Bertrams won’t let any of Fanny’s children starve if anything happens to
Edmund,” she said.
“And nor would
we,” said William. “Amelia is fond of
Fanny.”
“I suppose she
is suited to a vicar,” sighed Mrs. Price.
“Such a funny, serious little thing.”
“That is much
what Amelia has said,” laughed William. “I fancy you will warm more to Amelia
than you realise; she isn’t solemn! And she is not afraid to speak her
mind. I do hope Sam will not disrespect
her; for I will thrash him if he does.”
“I expect he
will soon learn,” said Mrs. Price.
“Someone needs to do something; he is quite out of my control.”
William
nodded.
“Sam! Tom!
Charley!” he called.
The three boys
ran over.
“Can you
really take us all to sea, Will?” asked Sam.
“I can arrange
for all of you to go to sea,” said William, “But I can’t have you all. I had a mind to send Tom and Charley to my
old Captain, Captain Mornington, who owes me a favour or two and would be kind
to you both. Sam, I hear you are a bit
of a hellion and need a bit more discipline; and I wouldn’t wish that onto
Captain Mornington, for I am fond of him.”
Sam flushed.
“I’m not a
baby any more, and Ma expects me to let her know where I am all the time!”
“If you want
to be an officer and a gentleman, not a boor, you would do that anyway out of
common courtesy,” said William. “When you are under orders aboard ship, you
will be where you will be supposed to be, or you will be flogged. The lives of other people will depend on you
doing your duty as much as them doing yours.”
“You wouldn’t
really flog me, would you, Will?” Sam was shocked.
“As a
midshipman, the discipline would be up to the gunner, who would cane you. It wouldn’t even come to my ears, as it would
be part of the discipline of the gun room.
And as a new boy, you would be below those who have had more time at sea
even if they are younger than you. If
you are man enough to live up to that, I will take you; if you think you are
going to be a baby and run to me every time you get into trouble, and expect to
be treated like a precious little girl and let off duty, then I would rather
you stayed on shore and I’ll arrange to have you sent away to school so you
don’t plague Mother. If I do you an injustice, then I apologise, but I have the
feeling you might be the sort of brat who would play with his dirk and use it
to threaten his sisters or younger Middies.”
Sam flushed.
“I need to
practise with it.”
“Yes, but that
does not include pricking little ones to make them cry – you were acting the
bully when I was last home, Sam! I saw
you push Betsey.”
“Well, she’s
spoilt.”
“That isn’t
the point. You’re almost twice her
age. For Charley to push her might be
one thing but you should be above that by now.
And you won’t learn how to use a dirk by flourishing it about like
paintings of generals. It isn’t a toy and I will personally thrash you if you
use it inappropriately. Which goes for
all of you,” he added. “It is a weapon
for killing people with. And more
dangerous at sea, when a flourish of it, plus a wave knocking you off balance
could be another middy killed for your carelessness, rather than nicked for
what you see as ‘fun’ and then you’d be hanged.
I would have no choice in that.
You are not a child. You will be
under Mr. Midshipman Prescott, who is thirteen, and who has killed nigh on a
dozen pirates. Only he prefers a
seaman’s cutlass to his dirk, which he uses after the Italian fashion as a main gauche, a parrying weapon in the
left hand. One of our French seaman
taught him. You learn from Colin and you’ll do very well! And after a year at sea, you won’t be a
child. But I listen to your
protestations, and compare you to Colin, and to little Mr. Lord who is twelve,
and I laugh because in comparison, yes you are a child.”
Sam flushed.
“I can do it,”
he said. “I’m not afraid of hard work, if it means something.”
“So long as
you recognise that you are not always going to be told what it means, then I
will accept you,” said William. “I have
limited room for midshipmen, and I had meant to take Tom, but I will take you
instead as Charley wants to be with Tom.
You two will be subordinate to at least three other midshipmen, Mr.
Jenkins, Mr. Lord and Mr. Jethro, any one of whom can teach you a lot. I will be taking Mr. Jethro’s brother who may
only be your age, Charley, but I’d back him to know more than many
lieutenants. He is from a naval family.”
“I reckon we
can manage,” said Tom. “Thank you for not splitting us, though we’d rather be
with you.”
“I would have
rather had a brother to start with myself,” said William. “Try not to let anyone see you cry, but if
you must blub, Mr. Lord went through some homesickness himself for a few weeks
before he settled down, and he will sympathise.
Keep yourselves busy. There’s a
lot to learn and I will be buying you all not only your handbooks but an
excellent book on sail-handling. I had
to save for my copy, but I will see you get a copy each. Do not be afraid to
ask the sailors for advice. They know
you are learning, literally, the ropes.”
The two
younger boys nodded.
“So what would
I call you?” asked Sam.
“Captain,”
said William. “A captain is on first
name terms with all his officers and that first name is ‘captain’. My friend John would not use my first name
aboard ship. It would be bad for discipline.
And neither will you.”
“What if I
forget?”
“Well, unless
it’s because you are dying I imagine you will be teased unmercifully by the
others. And I won’t answer,” said
William.
It was an
eye-opener for Sam.
