<!--QuoteBegin-Enemy on the Horizon By Franklin Van Valkenburg+--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Enemy on the Horizon By Franklin Van Valkenburg)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteEBegin-->I awoke with a sudden start. My hammock was rocking violently and the lantern in the corner of my sleeping cabin was squeaking loudly on it’s hook. I jumped out of bed and nearly fell as the deck lurched steeply. I pulled on my shirt and boots, grabbing my greatcoat as the dark cabin was suddenly filled with a bright flash of light. It was then that I heard the eerie sound of howling wind and smashing thunder from outside.
A squall.
I threw my door open and rushed out into the great cabin just as another flash of lightning filled the world with blinding light. I glanced out of the stern windows to see the most amazing sight. Monstrous waves and driving rain filled the my view. You could not distinguish where the sea and sky met. I then charged out of the cabin and up the hatch that led to the quarterdeck.
“Mr. Avery, how is she handling?†I shouted as I staggered over to him. He was drenched from head to toe and was holding a hand to his hat to keep it from being swept from his head.
“She’s answering the helm Sir!†he said with a grin, “But its getting mighty hard to keep on course!â€
“Very well!†I nodded, “Lets just try and keep the <i>Odyssey</i> afloat. We’ll worry about staying on course when we’re commanding a seventy-four!â€
Avery laughed as I looked aloft. The crew were already out on the yards, a hundred feet above the deck and angry sea. There was little to protect them, they only had a bit of line to tightrope on and were forced to cling to the yard as they feverishly clawed at the wildly flapping sails.
“So you’ve already ordered for the square sails to be taken in!†I shouted to Avery, “Very good! You shall be an excellent captain one day!â€
Avery looked down at his feet then up again at the sails, “Thank you Sir!â€
I strode past him and clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Lets get the rest of the hands below! I don’t want anyone to get in the way or get hurt!â€
Avery began to relieve the extra crew of their duties and let them below decks as I did my best to stand upright by the compass stand. I attempted to read our heading but the dimly lit globe in which the compass was housed was covered with water beads and the glass was blurry with water as the rain came down in torrents. I tried to wipe the water from the glass bulb to catch a glimpse of the compass but to no avail.
There was another flash of lightning and I watched the whips of light blast through the violent sky. It broke off into dozens of jagged fingers and touched down in the water somewhere ahead of us. The world was lit like a candle would light a dark room, revealing a shadow off the starboard bow. What made me hesitate, however, was the fact that I almost thought that I saw sails against the darker world behind it. If there were sails there, I couldn’t tell how close they were, for there was no horizon to gauge it with. There was another flash and it was gone.
Shrugging it off, I worked my way over to the taffrail to check on Mr. Thompson.
“How is she running?†I bellowed.
“Making some thirteen and a half knots or so!†Thompson screamed above the din.
“Very good,†I smiled, “very good.â€
I looked above at the yards and watched the crew slowly climb back down the ratlines. The Odyssey was finally under staysails alone which relieved me. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about ripping a square sail or cracking a yard.
“Sir!†Avery shouted, “The masthead saw something!â€
I strode over to him, “What did he see?â€
“Lights, Sir.†he bellowed, “Lights!â€
Though he could not see it very well, I wore a confused expression, “What? What do you mean?â€
“I don’t know what they are, Sir!†Avery said.
“Very well.†I returned, “Keep a sharp eye in the masthead.â€
Avery nodded, “Aye Sir.â€
“The wind is lessening, Mr. Avery,†I noted, “I shall be below. If there is anything that comes up, notify me immediately.â€
Avery touched his hat as I ducked below and reentered my cabin. There was another flash of lightning and the cabin was lit with the eerie glow. I took down the lantern from it’s hook and struck a match. The match threw a golden light upon the lantern as I put it through the touch hole and lit the wick of the candle inside. The cabin was less dark as I put the lantern back up, yet still very strangely lit as the lantern swayed and cast dozens of shadows about the deck.
I leaned over the large table in the center of the cabin and leafed through the charts strewn upon it. I pulled a map of the Caribee Islands, a chain of small islands running South from Hispaniola, out of the pile and spread it on top. A couple of water droplets pattered down from a lose strand of hair onto the map and I quickly wiped them away and fetched a cloth. After drying my hair enough to keep it from ruining my charts, I took my dividers, spread them accordingly and began to measure the distance from our position an hour ago and factored in our speed. I sighed as the dividers marked a fifty mile radius. We could be anywhere to the East of the center point, North or South. When this squall died, I would have to put out a full spread of canvas to regain our course and time lost.
I stood straight and tossed the dividers down as I thought. It was then that I heard the cry from above and felt the <i>Odyssey</i> begin to heave to larboard. I threw the door open and ran back out on deck.
Avery was shouting orders and the ship was slowly turning as the bow plunged through the wild sea. I peered out into the darkness and searched for the reason Avery had ordered the <i>Odyssey</i> hard to larboard. Then I saw it. It was a wall. A huge dark wall of wood lined with gun ports. I could hear men shouting on the other ship as they made their best efforts to avoid letting us collide.
“EVASIVE ACTION MR. AVERY!†I bellowed, “You men forward, get away from the side!â€
The other ship was pulling away now, but we were still very close. The water was a frothing white as the other ship heaved to starboard and revealed her stern. It was very high and ornate, three tall windows brightly lit.
The lights.
As I continued to peer through the rain at the other ship, I noticed something very strange about it. Even though it was very well decorated, most likely an old Spanish galleon, it was extremely colorless. No gold trim, no vibrant décor… nothing. Then I remembered the ship’s side, no scheme, no color at all. It was almost as the ship were a solid, flat black. There was no telling who’s ensign it flew.
“We’re clear Sir!†Avery shouted.
“Very good, Mr. Avery!†I called back, still perplexed about the ship we had just nearly collided with. What kind of man would wash his warship a solid black? Not only was that strange, but the ship’s design resembled a fat, deep hulled merchant… yet she was bristling with guns, providing no cargo space at all. There was the most surprising thing of all, when we had almost hit her, she had seemingly instantly gained speed and left us… despite the fact that her sails were severely shredded and holed. What kind of captain would sail under full canvas in the middle of a squall?
As I looked about, no one seemed to be questioning the same things I did. Apparently, no one had seen what I saw. I was annoyed and thankful at the same time. No one had seen it, so I could not talk of it and determine what it was… on the other hand, if the crew had seen it, they would certainly believe it to be a ghost ship. I did not want morale to drop, or it would be impossible to carry out the task ahead of us.<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->
That's part of chapter five in my first Norrington book... I like the storm idea and seeing the <i>Dutchman</i>... but it seems a bit too close to my novel for comfort. I'm not saying that you can't do this scene, but if another way could be found... <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/unsure.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":?" border="0" alt="unsure.gif" />
A squall.
I threw my door open and rushed out into the great cabin just as another flash of lightning filled the world with blinding light. I glanced out of the stern windows to see the most amazing sight. Monstrous waves and driving rain filled the my view. You could not distinguish where the sea and sky met. I then charged out of the cabin and up the hatch that led to the quarterdeck.
“Mr. Avery, how is she handling?†I shouted as I staggered over to him. He was drenched from head to toe and was holding a hand to his hat to keep it from being swept from his head.
“She’s answering the helm Sir!†he said with a grin, “But its getting mighty hard to keep on course!â€
“Very well!†I nodded, “Lets just try and keep the <i>Odyssey</i> afloat. We’ll worry about staying on course when we’re commanding a seventy-four!â€
Avery laughed as I looked aloft. The crew were already out on the yards, a hundred feet above the deck and angry sea. There was little to protect them, they only had a bit of line to tightrope on and were forced to cling to the yard as they feverishly clawed at the wildly flapping sails.
“So you’ve already ordered for the square sails to be taken in!†I shouted to Avery, “Very good! You shall be an excellent captain one day!â€
Avery looked down at his feet then up again at the sails, “Thank you Sir!â€
I strode past him and clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Lets get the rest of the hands below! I don’t want anyone to get in the way or get hurt!â€
Avery began to relieve the extra crew of their duties and let them below decks as I did my best to stand upright by the compass stand. I attempted to read our heading but the dimly lit globe in which the compass was housed was covered with water beads and the glass was blurry with water as the rain came down in torrents. I tried to wipe the water from the glass bulb to catch a glimpse of the compass but to no avail.
There was another flash of lightning and I watched the whips of light blast through the violent sky. It broke off into dozens of jagged fingers and touched down in the water somewhere ahead of us. The world was lit like a candle would light a dark room, revealing a shadow off the starboard bow. What made me hesitate, however, was the fact that I almost thought that I saw sails against the darker world behind it. If there were sails there, I couldn’t tell how close they were, for there was no horizon to gauge it with. There was another flash and it was gone.
Shrugging it off, I worked my way over to the taffrail to check on Mr. Thompson.
“How is she running?†I bellowed.
“Making some thirteen and a half knots or so!†Thompson screamed above the din.
“Very good,†I smiled, “very good.â€
I looked above at the yards and watched the crew slowly climb back down the ratlines. The Odyssey was finally under staysails alone which relieved me. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about ripping a square sail or cracking a yard.
“Sir!†Avery shouted, “The masthead saw something!â€
I strode over to him, “What did he see?â€
“Lights, Sir.†he bellowed, “Lights!â€
Though he could not see it very well, I wore a confused expression, “What? What do you mean?â€
“I don’t know what they are, Sir!†Avery said.
“Very well.†I returned, “Keep a sharp eye in the masthead.â€
Avery nodded, “Aye Sir.â€
“The wind is lessening, Mr. Avery,†I noted, “I shall be below. If there is anything that comes up, notify me immediately.â€
Avery touched his hat as I ducked below and reentered my cabin. There was another flash of lightning and the cabin was lit with the eerie glow. I took down the lantern from it’s hook and struck a match. The match threw a golden light upon the lantern as I put it through the touch hole and lit the wick of the candle inside. The cabin was less dark as I put the lantern back up, yet still very strangely lit as the lantern swayed and cast dozens of shadows about the deck.
I leaned over the large table in the center of the cabin and leafed through the charts strewn upon it. I pulled a map of the Caribee Islands, a chain of small islands running South from Hispaniola, out of the pile and spread it on top. A couple of water droplets pattered down from a lose strand of hair onto the map and I quickly wiped them away and fetched a cloth. After drying my hair enough to keep it from ruining my charts, I took my dividers, spread them accordingly and began to measure the distance from our position an hour ago and factored in our speed. I sighed as the dividers marked a fifty mile radius. We could be anywhere to the East of the center point, North or South. When this squall died, I would have to put out a full spread of canvas to regain our course and time lost.
I stood straight and tossed the dividers down as I thought. It was then that I heard the cry from above and felt the <i>Odyssey</i> begin to heave to larboard. I threw the door open and ran back out on deck.
Avery was shouting orders and the ship was slowly turning as the bow plunged through the wild sea. I peered out into the darkness and searched for the reason Avery had ordered the <i>Odyssey</i> hard to larboard. Then I saw it. It was a wall. A huge dark wall of wood lined with gun ports. I could hear men shouting on the other ship as they made their best efforts to avoid letting us collide.
“EVASIVE ACTION MR. AVERY!†I bellowed, “You men forward, get away from the side!â€
The other ship was pulling away now, but we were still very close. The water was a frothing white as the other ship heaved to starboard and revealed her stern. It was very high and ornate, three tall windows brightly lit.
The lights.
As I continued to peer through the rain at the other ship, I noticed something very strange about it. Even though it was very well decorated, most likely an old Spanish galleon, it was extremely colorless. No gold trim, no vibrant décor… nothing. Then I remembered the ship’s side, no scheme, no color at all. It was almost as the ship were a solid, flat black. There was no telling who’s ensign it flew.
“We’re clear Sir!†Avery shouted.
“Very good, Mr. Avery!†I called back, still perplexed about the ship we had just nearly collided with. What kind of man would wash his warship a solid black? Not only was that strange, but the ship’s design resembled a fat, deep hulled merchant… yet she was bristling with guns, providing no cargo space at all. There was the most surprising thing of all, when we had almost hit her, she had seemingly instantly gained speed and left us… despite the fact that her sails were severely shredded and holed. What kind of captain would sail under full canvas in the middle of a squall?
As I looked about, no one seemed to be questioning the same things I did. Apparently, no one had seen what I saw. I was annoyed and thankful at the same time. No one had seen it, so I could not talk of it and determine what it was… on the other hand, if the crew had seen it, they would certainly believe it to be a ghost ship. I did not want morale to drop, or it would be impossible to carry out the task ahead of us.<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->
That's part of chapter five in my first Norrington book... I like the storm idea and seeing the <i>Dutchman</i>... but it seems a bit too close to my novel for comfort. I'm not saying that you can't do this scene, but if another way could be found... <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/unsure.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":?" border="0" alt="unsure.gif" />