John Drake - Skull and Bones

"God bless you, Cap'n," said Black Dog, clutching Flint's arm and shedding tears of relief. But Billy Bones saw the look on Flint's face and shuddered. "See here," said Flint, pulling out one of his small pocket-pistols. "It's primed and loaded."

"Loaded, Cap'n?" said Black Dog, with round eyes.

"Yes, my dear fellow," said Flint. "If you place it 50…" Flint opened his mouth, and inserted the pistol barrel, and paused for the manoeuvre to be appreciated. Then he removed the weapon and offered it to Black Dog with a smile. "If you aim upwards at the brain," said Flint, "why, a single shot will see you off without the least trouble."

Black Dog groaned. "But why?" he said with fresh tears, this time unhappy ones. "Why should I do that?"

"Because, Mr Black," said Flint, "if you cannot keep up, you shall be left behind, and if you are left behind you shall be discovered by the Hurons, in which case you will be grateful for so swift and painless a deliverance from their attentions."

Black Dog kept up after that. He staggered and scrambled and wept, but he kept up and was fortunate that he had to run no more when Black-Ear found what he'd been looking for: a hidden place where a small clan had a settlement, with lodges and canoes by a tributary of the Potomac. The clan was equally fortunate, for the men were away hunting, while the women and children fled into the woods at the barking of their dogs, and were saved.

So Black-Ear's men stole all the food in the settlement, and took two canoes, built of birch bark and willow, and caulked with pine-gum. They were neat little vessels: delightful for their lightness and buoyancy and the ease with which even one man alone could drive them forward with a paddle. So all hands went aboard, and they proceeded downstream – with a grateful Black Dog semi-conscious on his back – moving this time, not at a miserable dozen miles per day, but at five or six times that speed on the rushing, living highway that led to the Chesapeake and the Atlantic Ocean. And even when they faced rapids and waterfalls, so light were the canoes that they were easily carried overland to the lower waters, where the swift, easy journey continued.

Moving night and day, they soon came down into the white man's lands, and either avoided settlements or passed through them at night, until the river broadened mightily, and the little canoes had to hug the shallows of the shoreline, and finally – at night – the lights of a small fishing village were visible on the bank ahead. Black-Ear turned and ceased paddling and spoke to Flint.

"Sun Face! This is Morgansville. The place of which I spoke."

"Good! Will there be ships?"

"Yes. Sea-ships. For fishing and trade. But not many."

"No fort? No soldiers?"

"No. It is a small place."

"Then here we must part," said Flint.

Billy Bones watched as Flint's intuition drove him to ceremony. Even Billy Bones knew how formal Indians could be, but Flint had them all go ashore, and drag the canoes from the water, and make a fire and sit around it. There, Flint thanked Black-Ear and his men for their help, and gave each a gold piece.

Then Black-Ear spoke in praise of Flint, and drew a knife, and the two men stood, and Black-Ear slashed his palm, and Flint offered his own hand to be cut and clasped by Black- Ear to mix their blood, and the Mingos sighed and Billy Bones and Black Dog winced.

"My brother!" said Black-Ear.

"My brother!" said Flint.

And Billy Bones saw the unnatural perversity that a man who'd been a king's officer, at ease in the salons of London, and a matchless navigator, mathematician and seaman… was happiest among wicked savages.

But later Flint played the role of civilised man as he led Black Dog and Billy Bones into Morganstown, all three on their best behaviour, affecting mild harmlessness and good nature, and bowing and smiling and paying in gold, and there – by Flint's charm – they were so well received, and spent so handsomely in the one small tavern that next day Flint had a word with a Mr Davison – a shipmaster – such that Flint and his men went aboard Davison's ship, The Merry Jane: an ugly little blunt-bowed lugger, more used to the crab fisheries than the deep seas, which made a slow and lumbering passage out of Chesapeake Bay, and south down the coast of America, much delayed by foul weather.

Nonetheless, in early July she came up the Savannah River and dropped anchor by the town, with Flint mightily relieved to see that Walrus wasn't among the ships moored there, which gave him the chance to put certain proposals to Jimmy Chester… without John Silver being around to interfere.

Morning, 13th July 1754 Aboard His Catholic Majesty's ship San Pedro de Arbuйs St Helena Sound The Carolinas A week's sail north of Havana

The flagship doubled to the task of launching the longboat. This complex task first required the removal of the ship's other boats, which nestled one-inside-the-other, in the longboat. Thus a great triple block was bent to the mainstay; then a hundred men – chanting and hauling to the music of a pipe – whisked each boat aloft, such that it could be swung aside, by lines bent to the main yard, and set down out of the way, enabling the great longboat itself to be drawn aloft.

Standing behind the gilded balustrade at the break of the quarterdeck, in the blue coat, red waistcoat, and gold-laced hat of his king's sea service, and with his officers respectfully in his lee, Capitбn de Navio Adolfo Peсa-Castillo watched in satisfaction as his men went about their duties. Many were not even Spaniards, for the ship had been thirty years on Caribbean duties, and there were as many Indians as white men on the lower deck. But all his officers were Spanish, and all hands were proud of their Havana-built ship, for she was so stoutly made, of such massive Cuban mahogany, that she was believed to be invulnerable, and in all her service no enemy shot had ever pierced her sides.

Peсa-Castillo glanced at the two big frigates that made up his squadron: Andrйs de Fez and Lepanto: splendid names both! The former celebrated an Andalusian admiral, and the latter the battle whereby the navies of Spain and her allies had smashed the Turk and saved Christendom. These fine ships were hove to with backed topsails at the mouth of St Helena Sound, for there was plenty enough depth to float the flagship, and Peсa-Castillo was pleased personally to confront the English schooner that was trying so hard to avoid him, and which had sailed past the supply ship, concealed between Tercero and Quarto islands, and darted into another inlet further up the sound, like a rat into a rabbit hole.

In all this, there was a pleasing satisfaction to Peсa-Castillo, who was a logical, intellectual man – talents profoundly unusual in a sea officer – since he was merely sufficient in seamanship, but came of excellent family, was ruthlessly hardworking, and was gifted with a powerful mind nourished by extensive reading. Behind his back, his men called him el cerebro gordo… the big fat brain.

And now San Pedro de Arbuйs, with all way taken off, was slowly rolling as the heavy longboat finally heaved aloft and went down into the water with a coxswain and a dozen men aboard, oars raised like standing soldiers, in as neat a piece of drill as a seaman's heart could desire.

"Seсor Capitбn," said a teniente, stepping forward and touching his hat.

"Ah," said Peсa-Castillo, "Burillo!"

"Permission to disembark, Seсor Capitбn?"

"Permission granted!" said Peсa-Castillo. "And remember my orders!"

"I shall search as you bid, Seсor Capitбn!"

Teniente Burillo was an aggressive, heavy young man, ever ready to urge the men to their duties with a kick, but he was diligent and active, and in every way ideal for his allotted duty. He saluted again, and ran off beckoning to a dozen of marines standing ready with their muskets, and an equal number of seamen with pistols and cutlasses. These swarmed over the side and into the big boat, and took their places. Burillo nodded. It was well done. Finally – raising his hat to the image of San Pedro in its shrine under the quarterdeck – he went over the side himself, and took his place in the stern, with the sides of the great ship looming over him, and her masts, yards and sails shadowing out the sun.