Ричард Вудмен - 1805

'Brace up, Mr Gillespy, pray remember who and where you are.'

He paused, allowing the boy to pull himself together, and turned towards Guillet. 'What are your orders regarding this young officer?'

Guillet shrugged. His new duty was becoming irksome and he was regretting his boasted ability to speak English. 'The admiral 'e is a busy man, Capitaine . 'E says if the, er, midshipman is necessary to you, then he 'as no objection.'

Drinkwater turned to the boy again. 'Very well, Mr Gillespy, you had better find yourself a corner of the orlop.'

'And now, Capitaine , perhaps you will come with me onto the deck, yes?'

Drinkwater was ushered on deck, Guillet brushing aside the boy in his ardour to show the English prisoner the puissant might of the Combined Fleet. Drinkwater emerged on deck, his curiosity aroused, his professional interest fully engaged. He was conducted to the starboard waist and allowed to walk up and down on the gangway in company with Guillet. The lieutenant was unusually expansive and Drinkwater considered he was acting on orders from a higher authority. It was difficult to analyse why Villeneuve should want an enemy officer shown his command. He must know Drinkwater was experienced enough to see its weaknesses as well as its strengths; no seaman could fail to do that.

The deck of the Bucentaure was crowded with milling seamen and soldiers as the last of the stores were brought aboard. The last water casks were being filled and there were obvious preparations for sailing being made on deck and in the rigging. Boats were out under the bows of the nearest ships, singling up the cables fastened to the buoys laid in the Grande Rade .

'Over there,' said Guillet pointing to a 74-gun two-decker, ' le Berwick a prize from the Royal Navy, and there, the Swiftsure , also once a ship of your navy,' Guillet smiled, 'and, of course, we also 'ave one other ship of yours to our credit, but we could not bring it with us,' he laughed, 'His Majesty's sloop Diamond Rock !'

Guillet seemed to think this a great joke and Drinkwater remembered hearing of Commodore Hood's bold fortifying of the Diamond Rock off Martinique which had been held for some time before the overwhelming force of Villeneuve's fleet was brought to bear on it.

'I heard the garrison fought successive attacks off for nineteen hours without water in a tropical climate, Lieutenant, and that they capitulated upon honourable terms. Is that not so?' Guillet appeared somewhat abashed and Drinkwater changed the subject. 'Who is that extraordinary officer who has just come aboard?'

'Ah, that is Capitaine Infernet of the Intrépide .' Drinkwater watched a tall, flamboyant officer with a boisterous air climb on deck. ''E went to sea a powder monkey,' Guillet went on, 'and 'as escaped death a 'undred times, even when 'is ship it blows apart. 'E speaks badly but 'e fights well…'

'And who is that meeting him?'

'That is my capitaine , Jean Jacques Magendie, commandant of the Bucentaure .'

'Ah, and that man?' Drinkwater indicated a small, energetic officer with the epaulettes of a Capitaine de Vaisseu .

'Ah, that,' said Guillet in obvious admiration, 'is Capitaine Lucas of the Redoutable .'

'You obviously admire him, Lieutenant. Why is that?'

Guillet shrugged. 'He is a man most clever, and 'is crew and ship most, er, 'ow do you say it… er, very good?'

'Efficient?'

' Oui . That is right: efficient.'

Drinkwater turned away, Infernet was looking at him and he did not wish to draw attention to himself. He stared out over the crowded waters of Cadiz, the great battleships surrounded by small boats. He saw the massive hull of the four-decked Spanish ship Santissima Trinidad , 'That is the Santissima Trinidad , is it not?' Guillet nodded. 'She is Admiral Gravina's flagship?'

'No,' said Guillet, 'the Captain-General 'as 'is flag aboard the Principe de Asturias of one 'undred and twelve guns. The Santissima Trinidad flies the flag of Rear-Admiral Don Baltazar Cisneros. The ship moored next to 'er, she is the Rayo of one 'undred guns. She may interest you, Capitaine; she is commanded by Don Enrique Macdonnell. 'E is an Irish man who became a Spanish soldier to kill Englishmen. 'E fought in the Regimento de Hibernia against you when your American colonies bring their revolution. Later 'e is a sailor and when Gravina called for volunteers, Don Enrique comes to command the Rayo .'

'Most interesting. The Rayo is newly commissioned then?'

'Yes. And the ship next astern is the Neptuno . She is Spanish. We also 'ave the Neptune . She is', he looked round, 'there, alongside the Pluton …'

'We also have our Neptune , Lieutenant. She is commanded by Thomas Fremantle. He is rather partial to killing Frenchmen.' Drinkwater smiled. 'We also have our Swiftsure … but all this is most interesting…'

They spent the morning in this manner, talking always about ships and seamen, Drinkwater making mental notes and storing impressions of the final preparations of the Combined Fleet. He had a vague notion that they might be of value, yet was aware that he would find it impossible to pass them to his friends whose topsails, he knew, were visible from only a few feet up Bucentaure 's rigging. But what was more curious was the strong conviction he had formed that it was Villeneuve himself who wished him to see all this.

A midday meal was served to Drinkwater in his dark and malodourous cabin. Eating alone he was reminded of his time as a midshipman in the equally stinking orlop of the British frigate Cyclops . The thought made him call for Gillespy. The only response was from the sentry, who put a finger to his lips and indicated the boy asleep in a corner of the orlop, curled where one of Bucentaure 's massive futtocks met the deck.

Guillet did not reappear in the afternoon and, after lying down for an hour, Drinkwater rose. The ship had become strangely quiet, the disorder of the forenoon was gone. The sentry let him pass and he went on deck, passing a body of men milling in the lower and upper gun-decks. As he emerged into a watery sunshine he was aware of the admiral's flag at the masthead lifting to seawards; an easterly wind had come at last!

On the quarterdeck a reception party which included Captain Magendie, his officers and a military guard was welcoming a short, olive-skinned grandee with a long nose. He courteously swept his hat from his head in acknowledgement of the compliments done him, revealing neatly clubbed hair.

Lieutenant Guillet hurried across the deck and took Drinkwater's arm. 'Please, Capitaine , is it not for you to be 'ere now.'

'Who was that man, Lieutenant?' asked Drinkwater suffering himself to be hastened below.

'Don Frederico Gravina. Now, Capitaine , please you must go to your cabin and to stay.'

'Why?'

'Why, Mon Dieu, Capitaine , the order to sail, it is being made.' But the Combined Fleet did not sail. At four o'clock in the afternoon of 17th October the easterly wind fell away to a dead calm, and Drinkwater sat in his tiny cabin listening to the details of Mr Gillespy's family.

Drinkwater woke with the calling of Bucentaure 's ship's company. He was denied the privilege of breakfasting with the officers and it was clear that he was not permitted to leave the hutch of a cabin he had been allocated. Nevertheless he was not required to be locked in, and by sitting in the cabin with a page of his journal before him he amused himself by getting Gillespy to attempt to deduce what was going on above them from the noises they could hear.