The King's Marauder
“Saturday would have been a suitable day for sailing, for there was a good wind out of the Nor’east, but for the lack of their other escort. Comus came into the Great Nore on Sunday, a bit before Noon, and dropped anchor about one cable off from Sapphire and the transport ships, after sending a cutter under sail to hunt for them. Sapphire made her number, then Comus’s number, then hoisted Captain Repair On Board. Lewrie waited impatiently by the starboard entry-port to greet the frigate’s captain. A gig shot out from Comus, being rowed at some speed. As it neared, Lewrie was almost on his tiptoes ’til at last, there he was!
Captain Ralph Knolles was newly-minted, for he wore a single fringed gilt epaulet on his right shoulder, the sign of a Post-Captain of less than three years’ seniority. Back when he’d first come aboard as HMS Jester’s First Lieutenant, Knolles had been twenty-five, fourteen years before. He was about thirty-nine now, but before he began the long scramble up Sapp...hire’s boarding battens, Knolles looked up with a grin on his face, spotted Lewrie, and waved broadly.MoreLess
Captain Ralph Knolles was newly-minted, for he wore a single fringed gilt epaulet on his right shoulder, the sign of a Post-Captain of less than three years’ seniority. Back when he’d first come aboard as HMS Jester’s First Lieutenant, Knolles had been twenty-five, fourteen years before. He was about thirty-nine now, but before he began the long scramble up Sapp...hire’s boarding battens, Knolles looked up with a grin on his face, spotted Lewrie, and waved broadly.MoreLess
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