The first thing White saw as he entered the room was the Leer standing proudly out the harbor side windows, and beyond the Leer, was the Adjoint in the process of mooring in the deep water harbor. It was almost noon. The governor, who was introduced as Trenton, wasted no time getting to the point.
"There is a pirate who is calling these islands home" The governor said pointing at a small chain almost directly south. "After you rid of this scum, I will loose control over you, and the Leer is ordered to sail for Portsmouth, and await orders. Pretty straightforward, kill the pirates go home. Any questions?"
"No sir"
"Then I will allow you to return to your ship, and I offer you a crew for this prize ship."
"Thank you sir"
White then strolled back to the Leer, once on deck he called for Freeman, who was on the Adjoint, Hill, who was below decks, Fort, who was on the forecastle, and Baxter, who was already by Whites side, to meet in the cabin. Once in the cabin White pulled out the charts and pointed to the islands,
"Baxter, this is our destination, there may be a base for a pirate there, we need to destroy the base and capture or destroy any Stores, ships, or personnel. Freeman, take your choose one midshipman and bring him to the Adjoint, allow your crew to return to the Leer, and prepare to receive a new crew soon. Hill, I want both ships to be repaired as much as possible in the next few days, I don't plan on departing for the next week. Fort, during our I want your marines on full alert. Any questions?"
No one raised a question, so White dismissed them, over a late lunch, he filled out his log.
When he looked up the reddish tint of the setting sun was shining through the salt stained windows, gleaming on every surface within reach. The sounds of saws and hammers reverberating in the hull, could be faintly be heard. Good, Hill got to work. The steady beat of Fort's marines marching could also be heard, getting louder and fainted as they drilled. White noted his drooping eyes and retired for the day.
May 22, 1800
The sun was not yet up when White woke, after hurriedly changing he climbed on deck to the cool tropical morning. Moore was on watch at that time and he tipped his cap to the silent captain. White strolled to the rear railing and stared out to sea, thinking of the battle to come.
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