The Flying Squadron (1992)
“Clapping one hand to his hat he took a quick reef in his billowing cloak with the other and made his way into the partial shelter of the mizen rigging.
‘Morning, sir.’ The third lieutenant approached, touched the fore-cock of his hat and added, quite unnecessarily, ‘A stiff breeze, sir.’ ‘Indeed, Mr Frey.’ Drinkwater stared aloft, at the whip of the topgallant masts and the flexing of the yards. The wind had veered a touch during the night and had hauled round into the north-west quarter. He kn...ew from the tell-tale compass in his cabin that they were making a good course, but he knew also that the shift of wind would bring bright, squally weather. The first rays of the sun breaking above the cloud banks astern of them promised just such a day.
‘Let’s hope we’ve seen the last of that damned rain and sea fret,’ Drinkwater said, turning his attention forward again, where the bow swooped, curtseying to the oncoming grey seas.
Two days west of the Scillies, clear of soundings and with a fine easterly wind giving them the prospect of a quick passage, the weather had turned sour on them, closed in and assailed them with a head wind and sleeting rain.MoreLess
‘Morning, sir.’ The third lieutenant approached, touched the fore-cock of his hat and added, quite unnecessarily, ‘A stiff breeze, sir.’ ‘Indeed, Mr Frey.’ Drinkwater stared aloft, at the whip of the topgallant masts and the flexing of the yards. The wind had veered a touch during the night and had hauled round into the north-west quarter. He kn...ew from the tell-tale compass in his cabin that they were making a good course, but he knew also that the shift of wind would bring bright, squally weather. The first rays of the sun breaking above the cloud banks astern of them promised just such a day.
‘Let’s hope we’ve seen the last of that damned rain and sea fret,’ Drinkwater said, turning his attention forward again, where the bow swooped, curtseying to the oncoming grey seas.
Two days west of the Scillies, clear of soundings and with a fine easterly wind giving them the prospect of a quick passage, the weather had turned sour on them, closed in and assailed them with a head wind and sleeting rain.MoreLess
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