Hornblower: Duty Page #5

had saved you for nothing.

Northwest, sir?

Yes, mr. Bush,

northwest.

Bush:
sir, i don't

trust the lady.

I think it could

well be a trap.

I know, mr. Bush.

But she's little

to gain

And much to lose

by lying.

I fear, sir, that this

may take us back

Into the eye

of the storm.

Yes, mr. Prowse.

So... we'd be heading

into a trap

And a storm then,

gentlemen.

Rest assured that

captain bracegirdle

Would do the same

for us.

Aye-Aye, sir.

No sign of the

"grasshopper," sir.

If my calculations

are correct, mr. Bush,

Our guests sailed

past here yesterday.

I hope, sir, you are

right and i am wrong.

Mr. Prowse.

Sir?

We'll clear the headland

and look into

The next bay.

Aye-Aye, sir.

Mr. Orrock,

what do you see?

A top mast, sir!

Is it

the "grasshopper"?

Can you make her out?

I can, sir.

What, man?

She's run aground, sir.

No sign of shore

battery, sir?

No.

It's quiet.

Uncomfortably quiet.

Neither your trap

nor mr. Prowse's storm.

Although one

or other such thing

Befell

the "grasshopper. "

Mr. Prowse.

Sir?

How far are we

from brest?

Oh, a day

at the most, sir.

We cannot assume

that bonaparte

Has all his troops

in brest alone.

Mr. Bush, ready

the quarter boat.

Aye-Aye, sir.

We'll search for what

survivors there may be.

Hornblower:

mr. Bush.

Matthews, styles,

you come with me.

Mr. Orrock, you stay here with

the crew and keep a lookout.

Aye-Aye, sir.

To me, marines!

Man:
you heard

the officer.

Maguire.

You stay there, man.

You stay there.

Bush:

poor devils.

No wounds.

Seems the sea killed them,

not the french.

I'll wager

the french

Played their

part, sir.

Orrock:
i can see

something up there!

Some smoke!

I'm sure you do, sir.

Orrock:
sir!

A light along

the beach, sir!

A fire, sir!

No sign of the enemy,

mr. Bush.

I fear he may not be

far away, sir.

Indeed. Mr. Orrock,

matthews, you come with me.

Mr. Bush, keep watch.

Bush:
aye-Aye, sir.

Styles.

I don't think the sea

killed this one.

Take cover!

Quickly, men!

Man:
marines, take cover

behind that boat!

Return fire at will!

Return fire, styles.

What are we aiming

at, sir?

The enemy, man.

Matthews:
another

dead one, sir?

Hornblower:

not quite, matthews.

Bracegirdle!

Bracegirdle!

Hornblower!

Damn! Damn!

Man:
get down!

You should not have

come for me.

I fear some-

I fear it, too,

captain bracegirdle.

It's no good here, sir.

We're sitting ducks.

Orrock, matthews,

give us supporting fire.

I'll get captain bracegirdle

back to the boat.

Ready?

Now!

Orrock:

good luck, sir.

Stay back, sir!

Captain bracegirdle!

Horatio!

They're moving

forward, styles.

We'll have

to lend a hand.

I'm with you, sir.

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