"All stations report battle ready, Captain!" he said, as he had been informed a moment before that all seventeen of the cruiser's thirty-two-pounder cannons were ready for action.
"Very good. Even though our sister ships of propeller, paddlewheel, and coal would be most welcome here, I figure we old sailing men can give the American Navy what for, hey, Mr. Rand?" The captain took his eye away from his glass for a short moment and winked.
"Yes, sir, we'll show them what the Royal Navy is capable of."
"Tell our gentleman guests they can stand at the stern railing and watch
"Yes, sir," Rand answered without enthusiasm or further comment as he turned and made his way back to Sir Lionel and Engersoll.
Just as the three men stepped to the rail, they saw the flash of powder long before they heard the reports of the large guns of
"Both frigates have opened up their port-side guns. That means they must have caught the enemy off guard and crossed the T, a formation allowing them to bring the guns of both ships to bear," Rand explained as he watched. "A fatal error by the American, if that's who he is."
"But why can't we see the American ship?" Sir Lionel asked.
"Well, they are more than likely over our horizon. We should be able to see them--"
A sudden, tremendous explosion lit up the blue southern sky as HMS
This order finally moved Peavey to action as he turned angrily toward his number one.
"Belay that order, make for the coast at all possible speed, we must--"
Without seeing the initial or even the second cataclysmic action, the sound wave of another explosion almost knocked Peavey from his feet. As he straightened and turned from his spot on the wooden deck, the mushroom-shaped cloud of red and black was rising from the spot where
"We have movement aft at five thousand yards and closing!" The call was shouted from high above in the rigging.
Engersoll tried desperately to spy the enemy vessel, but he failed at first. He gripped the handrail and then raised his right hand to his brow and strained to see.
Peavey shouted out orders and reversed his earlier command to run for the coast.
"My God!" Sir Lionel cried. "Look at that!"
Engersoll turned to the spot Sir Lionel was pointing to as
At a mile away from
"Come on, come on, turn, damn you, turn!" Captain Peavey pleaded with the slowly moving
"God in heaven," Engersoll said as a massive gray tower rose from the sea, splitting the ocean like a sharp knife, sending foam and spray hundreds of feet into the air.
They all watched from the quarterdeck as the full view of the glistening tower came into sight. Engersoll's jaw clenched as two massive, semi-rounded bubbled windows appeared on either side of the great enclosure. Then he saw with dawning horror that rising from the streamlined tower's uppermost area and sloping to its monstrous round bow were large gleaming spikes, arrayed like the giant teeth of a great serpent in three long rows arching from bow to tower. As they watched, the beast accelerated to an incalculable speed.
The Royal Navy seamen watched slack-jawed as the strange apparition started to sink back beneath the sea.
Rand looked to his captain, who was standing in shock and not moving. His spyglass slipped from his hand and the lens shattered on the deck.
"Open fire as your guns come to bear!" Rand shouted, immediately taking command from the captain.