But he was not irritated as he might have been with other ships. Tempest was under the command of one Captain Richard Bolitho. Not a friend exactly, but a fellow Cornishman, and that, out here in this misery of convicts and foul conditions, fever and corruption, was worth almost as much.

He levelled the glass again. He could now make out the frigate’s figurehead, a wild-eyed girl with streaming hair, her breasts out-thrust as she held a horn fashioned like a great shell to her lips. Her hair and torso were painted in bright gilt. Only her eyes were blue and intense while they stared far ahead as if to follow the makings of her tempest. The gilt on her and the gingerbread around the part of the poop yet visible must have cost Bolitho a small fortune, he decided. But in these waters there was little else to spend your money on. He winced as he heard his marines stamping along to the entry port. Even their boots seemed loud and heavy enough to shake the poor old Hebrus apart.

A lieutenant peered respectfully through the screen door.

The commodore nodded curtly, not wishing his subordinate to see that he was so interested in the other ship.

“Yes, yes, I know. I’ll come up.”

Even as he reached for his hat the first bang of the salute echoed across the harbour, making the dozing birds lift from the water, flapping and squawking to reprimand the newcomer for disturbing them.

On the quarterdeck, and despite the spread of an awning, it was like a kiln.

The flag captain touched his hat and studied his superior’s mood.

“Tempest, thirty-six, sir. Captain Richard Bolitho.”

Gun for gun the salute continued, the dark smoke pressed down on the water as if by something solid.

The commodore thrust his hands behind him.

“Make a signal as soon as she is anchored. Captain repair on board.”

The captain hid a smile. The mood was good. He had known times when he had made a dozen signals right in the middle of another ship’s last-minute manoeuvring. As if he had enjoyed the apparent confusion caused. There must be something special about this one, he thought.