Richard Bolitho – Midshipman

The slaves to be ferried ashore, the battery spiked and thrown into the sea. So many things. A step fell on the deck behind them and they turned, lurching upright as the captain paused to speak. He was impeccably dressed. The same as if nothing had happened, and none had died. He examined them impassively. 'The first lieutenant informs me that you all did very well. I am glad to know it.' His gaze shifted slightly. 'Mr Bolitho, he told me that you in particular acted with the finest qualities of a King's officer. I shall mention as much in my report to the admiral.' He nodded curtly and strode aft towards the poop. Dancer turned, his smile fading as he saw Bolitho bent over the nettings, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

But Bolitho faced him again, gripping his friend's.t arm to reassure him. Between gasps he managed to explain. 'Things l't have changed, Martyn. The captain remembered my name!