Dewey Lambdin - THE GUN KETCH

"Should they seize Finney and recover the funds, there's sure to be Finney's money as well, liable to condemnation as Droits of The Crown, I trust. More funds to support the construction of your Fort Charlotte. And to support the administration of the Bahamas Colony, milord," Boudreau concluded with a broad wink.

"Zounds! Damme if that don't sound right to me, Mister Boudreau!" the governor agreed heartily, his eyes piggish with greed. "Well, go be about it, you sea-dogs. Go get him! Sic 'im, boys, sic 'im, hey? I say, Commodore, you're lookin' a touch peaked. Not coming down with something… tropical, are you?"

"Got out on the first of the rising tide mis morning," Lewrie speculated as they left the Governor's mansion and began to trot down to the quays. "Four hours, just about. Damme, that's a hellish long lead. And that three-masted lugger of his is bound to be fast."

Lewrie could not bear to name Finney's ship, the Caroline.

"There's a chance," Rodgers puffed, trying to keep up with him. "He's no longer on the waterline than your Alacrity. And he couldn't have known we're only hours behind his sailin'. I'd wager he'll take deep water up the Nor'west Providence Channel. With your shoal depth, we might try cuttin' closer to the Berry Islands, and gain the current of the Gulf Stream afore him."

"Gentlemen, please!" Peyton Boudreau insisted, blowing with the effort to maintain their pace. The refined gentlemen or ladies never went faster than an idle strolling pace; the richer and more refined they were, the more languid! "This haste is unseemly! Lewrie, I must speak to you before you sail. About Caroline!"

"What about her?" Lewrie snapped, coming to an abrupt stop.

"I'll go on," Rodgers decided. "Join me soon as you're able."

"Aye, aye, sir," Lewrie responded perfunctorily before wheeling on Boudreau again. "Is anything wrong with her, or the baby?"

"They're fine," Boudreau assured him. "I meant but to show you this. Finney came to your home. He attempted to woo her with a tale of you abandoning her."

"So it was not Commodore Garvey interrupting my mails?"

"It was, but at Finney's behest," Boudreau said. "I believe he took your letters back and forth, so he might discover what would work best upon her insecurities when his time was right. Last week, before you arrived at Spanish Wells, I should think, he made his move."

"The bastard!" Lewrie screeched, clutching the hilt of his sword.

"This was the result, sir," Boudreau said proudly, producing a copy of the broadside sheet. "This was what 'Calico Jack' received as reward for his scheme."

"Well, damme!" Lewrie exulted as he took in the title and the engraved scene. "Good Lord, but she's got bottom!"

"I told you to trust her loyalty, and her good sense," Peyton praised her. "Enough to put a bumptious clown such as Finney to shame, even in what passes for Bahamian society, haw haw!"

"He went into our house, though?" Lewrie frowned suddenly.

"When he saw his plans had gone for nought, he did, and she…"

"He persisted?" Lewrie shouted. "He attempted force, after she spurned him? Force enough for her to shoot at him?"

"I fear he did. I ran him off at gun-point."

"I'll have his heart's blood, swear to God!" Lewrie said, with a sincerity that gave the pacific and elegant Peyton Boudreau chills. "Let's go, Mister Boudreau. I have to sail. There's not a single minute to waste, now!" he said, setting off at a faster trot once more.

But there was. For at the foot of the hill, at the landing quay on Bay Street by the Vendue House, sat a carriage which contained Mrs. Heloise Boudreau, and Caroline.

She alit from the equipage and ran to him, holding up her long skirts with one hand, hair flying behind her beneath a sunbonnet He turned his course and met her, shouting her name as he lifted her into his arms and twirled her around as she collided with him, so fierce was her greeting. Snickering watchers bedamned, he kissed her in public; she returned his kisses just as ardently.

"Oh, God, at last!" she breathed against his cheek.

"Damned right!" he growled, laughing as he trembled with relief to see her well. Not only well, but as slim as he remembered her, just as lovely as before. And alive and hale! "Lord, you're beautiful! I missed you so much!"

"I love you so much," she echoed, "Alan, come see our son!"

He went to the carriage, where Heloise Boudreau held up a baby in swaddling clothes for him to see. Caroline took him and turned to show him off, cradled in her arms.

"Sewallis Alan Lewrie, this is your father," she said proudly.

Poor little bastard, Alan thought: what a horrid name! Well, he ain't rightly a bastard, is he? Not like I was. He has a father, and a mother. Godparents and grandparents, and all! Ugly, though, I must admit. S'pose all babies are.

"Hullo, little man," Alan crooned, putting out a hand to touch the child on the cheek, to stroke the incredibly soft flesh with one tentative finger. By God, this was reality, and a damned awesome one! He stroked the back of one tiny hand, and felt wee fingers grasp his. "Well, I'm damned!" Alan breathed out with awe as little Sewallis gave him a grave going over with his tiny eyes. He chucked him under the chubby chin.

"Sewallis, I'm your father. What think you of that?"

Sewallis Alan Lewrie screwed up bis face and began to wail.

Damned right, Lewrie thought: I would, too!

"Early days," Lewrie shrugged helplessly.

"Let's go home, this instant," Caroline invited.

"Dearest, I can't. We're off after Finney."

"Oh, God!" she gasped. "Alan, must you? I thought…!"

"I care to be no other place but with you, love, but we've been ordered to hunt him down, if we can. I have to sail at once. But, I will be back, I swear. Soon, darling."

"I'll take him, Caroline," Heloise offered, holding out her arms to receive the child. Arm in arm, Caroline strolled with him down to the quay, where his gig rocked on the tide.

"Peyton showed me the broadside, dear," Alan tried to cajole her. "You're the bravest, stoutest girl I know! That took courage, and I'm that proud of you for fending off his vile advances."

"You'll have to fight him," she shuddered, head buried against his shoulder. "There'll be a battle, I know there will. God, Alan, I have this fear, of a sudden! You're barely back at all, and gone!"

"I'll be back, Caroline," he insisted. "I love you! Now we've a real family, now I've a son to raise, I'll not do anything stupid, I swear. Once I'm back, we'll have all the time in the world together."

"Promise me you'll do nothing too rash, Alan? Please?"

"I'll do my duty, Caroline," he vowed. "And nothing rash. And, he's a good head start on us. We may not catch him up at all."

"You will, though," she sighed on the verge of tears. "I know you will." She looked up at him intently, as if trying to memorizehis face for a final time to last her through the rest of a long life without him. "I love you, Alan. I will always love you."

"And I love you, Caroline," he replied, getting a fey feeling. He bent down and kissed her. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. Be brave for me, dearest girl. I'll fetch Finney back in chains, and we may add attempted rape to his crimes. Though we've enough to hang him a dozen times over already. Goodbye, love. Just for a week or two, a month on the outside, I promise."

"I'll be waiting," she told him, attempting to smile, holding back her tears as he stepped away from her. He walked to the dock and stepped into the stern-sheets of the gig. The bowman shoved off, and Cony snapped out his orders to back-water away from the pier.

Caroline watched as Alan was rowed out to his ship, stayed rigid on the dock as he mounted to the entry port to take his salute, stayed to wave to him as he doffed his hat to her. And stayed unmovirig as Alacrity's crew began to draw her up to short-stays to up-anchor, drumming round the capstan, though the gun ketch swam in her watery vision.