John Drake - Skull and Bones

And Selena stood next to Silver, while Flint scowled, and Billy Bones looked on in agony.

As the hands pointed out the shore, and the masts of other ships hove up over the horizon, there was chattering and naming of prominent points, especially as Walrus came eastward into the mouth of the mighty Chesapeake bay.

Silver put his glass to north, and then to south, then offered it to Selena.

"Here, lass," he said, "take a look, for this is the beginnings of America! We're between the Virginia capes, which is Cape Charles to the north and Cape Henry to the south – named for the sons of King James a hundred and fifty year ago." He pointed to the distant shores. "The Capes is as far apart as England and France. And within… why, Chesapeake Bay is over two hundred and fifty miles long, and thirty miles wide at the widest!" He shook his head. "It's vast beyond belief, my girl, like all the Americas!"

Selena took the telescope, which was too big for her, and Silver drew it, and helped her take a sight through it, necessarily standing close, and brushing against her.

"That 'un there," he said, "that's Cape Henry, where the men of the Virginia Company landed in 1607, after a voyage of one hundred and forty-four days, aboard three ships, of which one was called Godspeed." He smiled. "Don't know the names o' the others. But there was a hundred souls aboard what founded Jamestown, the first English town of the Americas."

"A hundred and forty-four days," she said, looking at the green shore. "That's worse than ourselves, isn't it?"

"Aye. We been eighty-nine days at sea, by my reckoning," he said.

And she nodded, and handed back the glass, and smiled. Then she glanced at Flint, who bowed elaborately, sweeping off his hat and smiling.

"Bonjour, madame," he said.

"Bonjour, monsieur," she said, and laughed, and looked to Silver for the fun of playing them off, one against the other… a game that she knew was wildly dangerous, but it was exciting, and she was still punishing them.

Long John frowned and fretted and looked at his rival. He was a fine bugger, was Flint: fine face, fine figure, fine manners. He was everything that women liked. Even with two legs, Silver couldn't have matched him for looks, and never as a cripple!

So it wasn't only Flint who was turning from the light, but Silver too. In the storm, under urgent need for teamwork to save the ship, they'd stood together. Now, it was their tragedy that, left in peace with no overwhelming threat, they were pulled apart by rivalry for a woman: that ancient and corrosive acid, which was easily capable of dissolving their new friendship. For that had always had been shallow, depending as it did upon denial of acknowledged history.

Thus, day by day, the two men dug into their memories for the bad rather than the good, and once again they began to hate, until they were held together only by the two halves of the divided papers.

And all hands saw it, and muttered among themselves and worried: all except Billy Bones, who despaired.

Four days later, on 4th April, Walrus dropped anchor off Alexandria, on the western bank of the Potomac. It was new, raw and unfinished, with as many empty lots on its grid- pattern streets as there were finished houses. But it was a flourishing port, with tobacco going out and manufactured goods from England coming in, and many ships anchored, and wharves and warehouses besides. And of those houses that were completed, many were in brick and stone, built to best London standards, especially those of the major merchants, lined up along Fairfax Street, looking down upon the river.

Once again, and for discretion, Mr Warrington was made sober, made clean, and made captain… and charged with undertaking all dealings with shore authorities, while Walrus became Sea Serpent. There were days of busy traffic, of boats bringing fresh food, and other supplies, and storm damage made good, and the men allowed ashore, by watches, with their arms secured aboard ship, and under oath to behave.

Meanwhile, Selena was left wanting to go ashore yet afraid to do so. She spoke to Dr Cowdray.

"I'm wanted for murder in Charlestown," she said.

"That's another world," he said.

"But someone might know me."

"Selena," said Cowdray, "Charlestown is five hundred miles away. That's as far as England is from Spain! D'you think Flint would go ashore if he thought he'd be recognised? And he's wanted for murder everywhere!"

So Selena went ashore, where the first two taverns refused outright to receive her. They refused even though she was accompanied by two "servants" – Tom Allardyce, now fully fit, and Mr Joe – who carried her baggage and called her ma'am. The trouble was, that while entirely respectable, she was plainly of the negro race and therefore unacceptable as a guest within the house.

"I told you, ma'am," said Allardyce, "I said they wouldn't have you."

"Bah!" said Selena and stamped her foot. "What do they think I am: a field nigger?" Then, "Oh…" she said, looking at Mr Joe, "I mean… I mean… in London and Charlestown I was welcomed everywhere."

"That was there, ma'am," said Allardyce. "This is here.n

In the end, it took the persuasion of Flint and Silver together, and a fat purse, to get Selena into Duvall's tavern – one of the best in the town, with private rooms for hire upstairs. But she had to take her meals in her room and come and go by the back stairs, which humiliation she accepted because anything was better than another day aboard ship! Even so simple a pleasure as a clean, dry bed, was close to Heaven, as was the ability to be alone to consider her future.

Meanwhile, being in Duvall's tavern, Flint and Silver found a seat by the fire, in a quiet room, with a few tables and some gentlemen smoking pipes. They sat down and stared, unsmiling at each other. They said nothing, for any conversation led to argument. So they had a silent dinner, and were steadfastly ignoring each other over a glass of rum punch when a loud argument broke out in the room next door.

"No! No! No!" cried a loud voice. "Be damned if I will!" And a chair crashed over, a door boomed like a cannon, heavy footsteps sounded, and a red-faced Virginian gentleman stamped into the room and sat himself down at the table next to Flint and Silver.

"Bah!" he said, and beat the table with his fist. "Bah!"

He was a very big man, well over six feet tall, with red hair and grey-blue eyes. His face was massive, he had huge hands and feet, and though he was quite young – only in his early twenties – he was a dominant, aggressive creature, full of confidence, used to having his own way, and capable of great rages when he didn't get it.

"Bah!" he said again, and glared round the room. But for once there were others present who were as dominant as he, and equally unused to giving way.

"Trouble, matey?" said Silver, staring steadily back.

"I do hope," said Flint, "that I, personally, have given no offence?"

"What?" said the big man, for he'd been paying attention to nobody but himself.

"Oh!" he said. "Your pardon, sirs." He frowned and sought to explain: "There is a fellow in that room -" he stabbed a huge finger "- who holds the king's commission, and tells me that the French and Indians must be met in the forest by platoon firing, with drums rolling and troops dressed in line!" He slammed the table with the flat of his hand. "Huh!" he cried. "D'you see the nonsensical ignorance of it?"

"Ahhh," said Flint and Silver, for they'd seen forest warfare. They'd seen how the slippery Indian outclassed the plodding musketeer. So they nodded, and made a friend.

"My dear sirs," he said, "I have exceeded the bounds of politeness. Would you do me the honour to share a bottle of wine, in apology for my behaviour?"

"With pleasure, sir," said Flint.