If she thought the mention of an heir would soften Peter's attitude, she was mistaken. He reached out and, taking her shoulders in a firm grip, stared into her eyes with a resolve she had never seen before. âJames has gone. Don't destroy yourself or us in your pursuit of revenge. You can't . . .'
âThere's no such word as
can't
!' she raged. âCertainly not where a Carnforth is concerned - and I am the only true Carnforth. I will have what is mine by right!' She stormed away from him.
Sorrow was filling Peter's heart as he stared after her. He was losing the girl he loved to an obsession that ran so deep he did not know how or if he could fight it.
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Ralph Bell leaned back in his chair and stared at the wall. He saw nothing; his mind was full of an idea that he had been formulating for a little while. With the last sailings for the Baltic approaching, the time was coming when he would have to try to implement it or forget it. But no one could accurately predict when the Baltic would become impassable ... Over the previous two months he had become increasingly irritated by being constantly outdone by Hustwick's. Though he would never be able to prove it, he was sure they had mounted a campaign to bring Carnforth's to its knees. To do that they needed inside information. Had they obtained it with someone's deliberate intervention or merely interpreted rumour and gossip to their best advantage? He looked again at the notes he had made about sailings from Whitby to Hull and one stood out because it was regular - the
Maid Marian,
with Captain Washbrook in charge. He knew Washbrook as a competent and honourable man but he was also a gossip; his knowledge of activities in Whitby, even innocently aired, could have been picked up and acted upon by the Hustwicks. Ralph had no desire to tackle Washbrook direct and undermine his reputation, but maybe he could use him without the man knowing. The last piece of his plan was falling into place.
Two weeks later, with the arrival of the
John Carnforth
from Riga, Captain Webb reported to Ralph Bell. âThe locals believe we may not get another visit before the port is frozen in.'
âFrom your own knowledge, do you think this is a fair assessment?'
âI do.'
âI thought the time was drawing near.' Ralph looked thoughtful, as if weighing up the action he should take. âContact Captain Merryweather and Captain Turner for me and tell them I would like to see all three of you here in two hours' time.'
When they had assembled, Ralph made his orders clear. âI want your ships ready to sail the day after tomorrow.'
Surprised, the three captains reminded him of the news from Riga.
âI still want you to sail, but your destination must be known only to you. Word of it must not leak out. As far as your crews and the rest of Whitby are concerned, you are sailing to Riga. In fact, I want you to deviate from your course and put in at Lerwick. Remain there two days before returning to Whitby.' He saw questions coming from the captains and held up his hands to stop them. âThere is no need for you to know my reason for this, just carry out my orders, the most important of which is that you don't breathe one word of them to anyone.'
The captains acknowledged his instructions and left his office.
Ralph left half an hour later, knowing Captain Washbrook was due to sail on his weekly run to Hull that evening and would no doubt follow his habit of relaxing in the Angel before heading for the
Maid Marian.
His surmise proved correct and, after collecting a tankard of ale, he found a chair within earshot of the captain. Ralph drank steadily and signalled to the landlord to bring him another.
âYou're looking very thoughtful, Mr Bell,' said the florid-faced landlord as he placed the tankard in front of Ralph.
He gave a thin smile. âIt isn't always easy, sending men to sea wondering if you have made the right decision.'
âI'm sure you won't have blundered.'
Ralph grimaced. âI'm not. The day after tomorrow I'm sending three ships on the evening tide to Riga, hoping to get some of the best timber to fulfil our orders before winter makes the voyage impossible. It's tricky, judging it just right, and I certainly don't want those ships iced in . . .'
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âMa'am, I have news for you.' Lena read eagerness in Captain Washbrook's delivery as the morning light began to flood the sky in spite of the glowering clouds above. âMr Bell is sending his three ships to Riga for quality timber, sailing tomorrow on the evening tide.'
Lena hid her excitement. This was first-class information but she needed to react with caution. âYou seem certain. You are sure this isn't idle rumour?'
âNo, ma'am! I overheard Mr Bell myself, telling the landlord of the Angel. He wants to complete the voyage before winter sets in there.'
Lena nodded and pursed her lips thoughtfully. âGood. And my thanks, Captain Washbrook.' She took her copy of the
Whitby Gazette
from him and walked away. Her three ships were at their quays, having arrived back yesterday from the Baltic. Anger gripped her when she saw that some timber remained unloaded. According to her orders it should have been completed yesterday. Backs would have to bend today. If her ships were to outrun Carnforth's vessels and pick up the cargo Ralph Bell had in mind, they needed to leave immediately. She quickened her step and headed for the quay where her ships were tied up.
The captains were soon coming down the gangways, but before they reached Lena she saw Peter coming on to the quay. She cursed to herself; she would rather he had not been present.
âI was surprised to find you gone,' said Peter to his wife when he reached her. She was thankful he went on without waiting for an explanation, eyeing the three captains coming towards them. âWhat's this - an early-morning conference?' He sounded wary.
Lena did not answer but acknowledged the captains' greetings and then said sharply, âWhy wasn't the unloading completed yesterday?'
âI told them it could be left until today,' put in Peter quickly. âThe crews had had a tough return voyage. I thought they deserved . . .'
âI want those ships to sail for Riga today.'
The captains looked astounded and all of them started to protest.
âI'll not countenance any objections,' Lena said emphatically. âYou have to sail today, so see to it. Hire stevedores to finish the unloading, get your victuals on board. Winter in the Baltic can't be far off and I want another cargo of timber before that.'
âMa'am, there's a chance that winter will come early there,' said Captain Poulson.
âAnd if it does, we either won't get into port or there's a chance we'll be iced in,' said Captain Checkton, adding his weight to Captain Poulson's observation.
âAnd there's also a chance that none of it will happen,' came Lena's sharp retort.
âBut is it worth the risk?' asked Peter quietly, close to her ear.
She ignored him.
âMy men aren't going to like it,' objected Captain Goss.
âThey don't have to like it,' she snapped.
âThey'll like it even less if this weather deteriorates.' He raised his eyes to the quickly darkening sky.
âAre they such weak-kneed ninnies?' She saw anger rising in the three seafarers and moved quickly to quell it. âIf you don't sail, you get no pay for the voyage you have just completed.'
âYou can't do that, ma'am,' they protested.
âI can. I hold the purse strings. You'll get that pay when you have completed this coming voyage. Your men won't need the money until they get back.'
âSupposing they refuse?' asked Captain Goss.
âThey'd be treated as mutineers, and you with them. Now, gentlemen, let's have no more nonsense.' Lena's voice hardened. âYou sail or you suffer the consequences. Now, move! I want those ships away.'
Muttering among themselves, but knowing she held the upper hand, they went back aboard.
Peter waited until they were out of earshot before turning on Lena. The glare he gave her froze her heart. âI kept from contradicting you in front of them but you are wrong, Lena. Those men are weary after the way you have been working them lately, with barely enough time ashore between voyages, and now this! An immediate turn-around without any respite, and withholding their pay until after this voyage? You are tempting trouble.'
âI am their employer, I don't have to be considerate.'
â
We
employ them, not just you, and they deserve . . .
âPeter,
stop
!' she broke in. âIf I hadn't taken such decisions on important matters we would not be where we are today. Don't you ever forget that.'
His lips tightened. âAnd yet you still aren't satisfied. You'd risk all to get this one shipment of timber. If those ships are iced in we'll not be able to fulfil our trading with Spain, Portugal and the Mediterranean this year. Think what a loss
that
would be.'
âIt won't happen! They'll be into Riga and out again before the ice. I'll not let Carnforth's get that timber . . .' The words were out before Lena realised it. How she wished she could unsay them!
Peter glared furiously at her. âSo that's it? Carnforth's! As I thought, you're obsessed with getting . . .'
âAnd I will get it!' Her eyes were wild with desire for revenge.
âNot through this voyage. I'll stop it!' Peter started towards the ships.
âAnd then you will never have a son!' Lena's threat sent a shiver down his spine and stopped him in his tracks.
He turned and their eyes met, hers triumphant, his bereft. Lena gave her husband a supercilious smile and walked away.
Rain began to fall from the dark, threatening sky.
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Captain Goss, shoulders hunched against the wind and rain, strode along the quay to the
William Hustwick.
He was quickly at the Captain's cabin.
âAre we sailing?'
âI agree the weather's not good, but I think it has eased a little. If we are worried about conditions in the Baltic, I think we sail now. And if the situation there looks to be against us, even slightly, we turn straight back. Mrs Hustwick can't stand against that.' Captain Checkton pushed himself from his chair. âLet's see what Captain Poulson thinks.'
âWe've got to be of one mind on this,' pointed out Captain Goss as they came out on deck.
They were halfway down the gangway when they heard the clatter of hooves and saw a carriage approaching.
âThis will be her,' muttered Captain Goss. âNot trusting us to sail without her cracking the whip.'
They waited on the quay as Lena drew the carriage to a halt. âI thought you'd be underway,' she shouted. âYou are not afraid of a bit of wind and rain, are you?' She fought to prevent her horse from being spooked by the gusty wind.
The two men, tight-lipped, looked at each other and knew that neither of them would stand being labelled a coward.
âNo, ma'am,' called Captain Checkton. âWe were just going to make last-minute arrangements with Captain Poulson.'
âNo need, I'll see that he's ready. Get underway!' Lena flicked the reins and sent the horse towards the
William Hustwick.
The two captains looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and returned to their ships.
Lena felt exultant when, through the falling rain, she watched the three vessels set sail. They would beat Carnforth's fleet to the Baltic and snatch another shipment of timber from under their noses, and then she would acquire even more of the orders the Whitby firm could not honour. Peter would have to admit that she was right and, considering her promise to bear him a son, would have to agree to put in a bid when Carnforth's inevitable collapse occurred.
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Unloading the remaining timber before preparing to sail had meant the three ships leaving the Humber late in the afternoon. If the captains had had their way they would have waited until the following day but, with Mrs Hustwick's threats hanging over them, they dare not hold back.
Sailing again did not sit easy with the crews. Lena had forced this last turn-around to be sharper than most and had not taken into consideration the weather portents which, with sailors' knowledge, they eyed with suspicion as their ships left the wind-lashed Humber and met the crash of a fast-running sea. The gathering darkness had been brought early by the heavy clouds overhead, that lashed men and ships with driving rain.
Bows dipped, scooped up water, and sent it streaming along the desk. The captains kept a watchful eye on conditions and their crews, cajoling them to be vigilant about their work lest one moment of slackness jeopardise the safety of all on board, but they knew all the care in the world could be undone by a ferocious storm. Many a hardened sailor glanced at the brooding clouds and offered up a prayer for a safe passage.
The ships ploughed on but, in the gathering darkness, with rain forming an impenetrable curtain, it was inevitable they would lose sight of each other. When that happened great vigilance would be required. Who knew whether they would move further apart or closer together, with the subsequent risk of collision?
As darkness shrouded the
Seagull,
Captain Goss raised his eyes to the heavens and cursed. âDamn that woman! I'd give my wage to have her here on this deck now.' The ship lurched as another wave battered her. He staggered, only just managing to keep his feet, and braced himself for the next impact. He half expected a shout of âMan overboard' to come, but it didn't and he was thankful. The weather was atrocious, the high sea running viciously, but if it got no worse they could win through.