July 7, 1838
Portsmouth
âItâs been an honor serving you, Captain,â said Commander Farquhar.
âI couldnât have asked for better seamen,â said Cochrane.
âThank you, sir.â
âThink nothing of it. They donât give new warships to just anyone, you know.â
Lieutenant Charles Douglas nodded. Today was the day he and Commander Arthur Farquhar left HMS
Illustrious behind for good. But that wasnât what made this a sad day.
Sinepuxent had been one year ago today.
Everyone called that battle a victoryââWe made their sailors watch their own
alma mater go up in smoke! Another glorious triumph for the Royal Navy!
Come cheer up, mâlads, âtis to glory we steerâŠââbut no matter how hard they tried, they couldnât make it feel like one. Seven ships of the line destroyed, including three first-rates. A second-rate captured. A third-rate run aground and captured in the aftermath. The last time Her Majestyâs Navy had suffered losses like that, it had been His Majestyâs Navy, and the him in question had been George II, great-grandfather to the reigning queen.[1] And in the year since that âvictory,â somehow no one had suggested attacking Boston, New York, or Philadelphia.
Douglas had been worried, as they made their way home, that the Admiralty wouldnât understand what had happened, that Captain Cochrane might be court-martialed and shot like Admiral Byng for fleeing the Americans. But it turned out that if you returned from a battle with a quarter of your original fleet, without your commanding officer or any of your first-rates, their Lordships might be willing to concede that perhaps you had in fact done your utmost to defeat the enemy even if things hadnât quite worked out that way.
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âCaptain Farquhar? Is that you?â
Farquhar and Douglas turned. A short, thirtyish man in a wide-lapelled black coat was striding up to them, a fiftyish man one pace behind.
âCommander Farquhar. I am not yet on board. And you, sir?â
âIsambard Kingdom Brunel, very much at your service, and this is John Patch of Nova Scotia, likewise.â John Patch nodded. âIâve been supervising the preparation of this fleet. In particular, Mr. Patch and I have been focusing on the construction of your own vessel. Let me show you gentlemen to it.â
They walked past the bomb-ships being made readyâ
Meteor, Sulphur, Erebus, Terror, and beyond them the razeed giant that had once been HMS
Hood and was now HMS
Typhon, and the almost-as-large
Campe. The ships were studded with little hooks for the battle swathes. As it happened, the crews were practicing the lowering, soaking, and raising of those swathes, so the names on the sterns were sometimes obscured, but Douglas had learned them last week.
âPity about
Fury and
Hecla,â said Brunel. âI had
them refitted for an Arctic expedition a couple of years ago, but they were lost. But I think we have sufficient to give the Yankees pause. And have you seen the rocket-ships?â He gestured off in the direction of the Isle of Wight. â
Basilisk.
Hailfire. Tambora. All equipped with Woolwichâs new rockets, and special launching-chambers to keep the rigging from getting scorched. Duncannon wanted everything to be ready to attack on July 4, weather permitting. Now even I cannot work miracles, but soonâwithin the weekâyou will be ready to launch. AndâŠâ They were now coming past the
Campe. Brunel pointed in the much smaller ship in that vesselâs shadow.
âBehold HMS
Telchine,â he said. âStill a bit of an experiment, but I hope sheâll prove the first of many more.â
Farquhar pointed at something sticking up out of the hull between the mainmast and mizzenmastâsomething Douglas suddenly recognized as a steampipe. âI see the Navy has built a steam-frigate.â
High time, thought Douglas
. France, Italy, and Denmark have steam warships older than some of the boys serving on them. âBut how did you fit those carronades amidships?â
Brunel laughed. âYou didnât really think weâd be content to copy a French design from eighteen years ago, did you? Maybe under Gray, but with His Cleverness in the PMâs chair? Come aboard, gentlemen. Let me show you.â
Once on boardââCareful not to touch that pipe when the engine is running, it does get hotââBrunel led them to the stern and gestured over the side. Coppered contrivancesâcertainly not gunsâwere barely visible on either side of the keel, pointing to the rear. They were something like metal helixes, something like the blades of a windmill.
â
Screws,â said Brunel.
âA boat-builder in Hannover named Ressel[2] has been experimenting with these for years, on riverboats,â added Patch. âMr. Smith[3] and I have been doing our own experiments, and weâve taken his work a little further. I must confess, we still havenât found the best possible designâthere are many possible lengths and conformations. Herr Ressel himself is still at it.â
âBut they should still turn a ton of coal into more speed than paddle-wheels would, and theyâre a lot harder to damage down there,â said Brunel. âAnd as you saw, they save a lot of room amidships for more guns.â
July of 1838. The news was still on its way across the sea that the last Spanish outposts on Mindanao had fallen in mid-November but that they still clung on in the Visayas and on parts of Luzon, along with Governor-General Ricafortâs[4] desperate pleas for help that would come too late.
Spain was mobilizing its army, but not for the Philippines. Carlos had ordered 100,000 men to invade Morocco between TetuĂĄn and Melillaânot to fight the Sultan, but to fight the Berbers and Bedouins that were still technically his allies, as Abd al-Qadir who led them was technically his vassal. The Spaniards were armed with the latest in guns and a substantial portion of Britainâs stockpile of Congreve rockets, sold off to fund the making of newer weapons. They would spend the summer solidifying their grip on the more clement coast. In the fall, they would invade the Atlas Mountains.
From the west, the Portuguese would come. After three years of standing on the defensive, Portugal was sending 50,000 men via the accursed slaver ports[5] of SĂŁo JoĂŁo de Mamora[6] and Casa Branca.
Abd al-Rahman, as always, had an excellent excuse for being unable to either control or support his alliesâhe was contending with a particularly severe rebellion in his own lands, one which had seized his capital and driven him to Meknes and the protection of the Black GuardâŠ
Diego Marquez Rodriguez, The Spanish Empire After Napoleon
[1] The Battle of Cartagena de Indias, in 1741.
[2] Josef Ressel, originally from Bohemia.
[3] Francis Pettit Smith
[4] Mariano Ricafort PalacĂn y Abarca.
[5] Really bad newsâwhat with the greater British presence off the North American coast, theyâve had to cut back on anti-slave trade patrols, which means the slavers can make enough complete voyages to be profitable again. The ships are berthing in Tangeria, which is collecting a share of the profit, which itâs sending to Lisbon, which is sending it to London in the form of interest payments to the Royal Bank on the loan Portugal took out to finance this war in the first place.
[6] Mehdya