Only Time Will Tell (The Clifton Chronicles, #1)(110)

‘All engines slow ahead, Mr Bradshaw,’ came back a voice from the boiler room.

Harry looked down over the side of the bridge and watched as the crew carried out their allotted tasks. Four men, two at the bow and two at the stern, were unwinding thick ropes from the capstans on the dock. Another two were hauling up the gangway. ‘Keep your eye on the pilot,’ said the captain between puffs on his pipe. ‘It’s his responsibility to guide us out of the harbour and safely into the Channel. Once he’s done that, Mr Bradshaw will take over. If you turn out to be any good, Mr Clifton, you may be allowed to take his place in about a year’s time, but not until I’ve retired and Mr Bradshaw has taken over command.’ As Bradshaw didn’t give even the flicker of a smile, Harry remained silent and continued to watch everything going on around him. ‘No one is allowed to take my girl out at night,’ continued Captain Havens, ‘unless I’m sure he won’t take any liberties with her.’ Again, Bradshaw didn’t smile, but then he may have heard the comment before.

Harry found himself fascinated by how smoothly the whole operation was carried out. The Devonian eased away from the quayside and, with the help of the two tug boats, nosed her way slowly out of the docks, along the River Avon and under the suspension bridge.

‘Do you know who built that bridge, Mr Clifton?’ the captain asked, taking his pipe out of his mouth.

‘Isambard Kingdom Brunel, sir,’ said Harry.

‘And why did he never live to see it opened?’

‘Because the local council ran out of money, and he died before the bridge was completed.’

The captain scowled. ‘Next you’ll be telling me it’s named after you,’ he said, putting his pipe back in his mouth. He didn’t speak again until the tug boats had reached Barry Island, when they gave two more long blasts, released their lines and headed back to port.

The Devonian may have been an old lady, but it soon became clear to Harry that Captain Havens and his crew knew exactly how to handle her.

‘Take over, Mr Bradshaw,’ said the captain, as another pair of eyes appeared on the bridge, their owner carrying two mugs of hot tea. ‘There will be three officers on the bridge during this crossing, Lu, so be sure that Mr Clifton also gets a mug of tea.’ The Chinaman nodded and disappeared below deck.

Once the harbour lights had disappeared over the horizon, the waves became larger and larger, causing the ship to roll from side to side. Havens and Bradshaw stood, feet apart, appearing to be glued to the deck, while Harry found himself regularly having to cling on to something to make sure he didn’t fall over. When the Chinaman reappeared with a third mug of tea, Harry chose not to mention to the captain that it was cold, and that his mother usually added a lump of sugar.

Just as Harry was beginning to feel a little more confident, almost enjoying the experience, the captain said, ‘Not much more you can do tonight, Mr Clifton. Why don’t you go below and try to catch some shut-eye. Be back on the bridge by seven twenty to take over the breakfast watch.’ Harry was about to protest, when a smile appeared on Mr Bradshaw’s face for the first time.

‘Goodnight, sir,’ said Harry before making his way down the steps and on to the deck. He wobbled slowly towards the narrow stairwell, feeling with every step he took that he was being watched by even more eyes. One voice said, loud enough for him to hear, ‘He must be a passenger.’

‘No, he’s an officer,’ said a second voice.

‘What’s the difference?’ Several men laughed.

Once he was back in his cabin, he undressed and climbed on to the thin wooden bunk. He tried to find a comfortable position without falling out or rolling into the wall as the ship swayed from side to side as well as lurching up and down. He didn’t even have a wash basin to be sick in, or a porthole to be sick out of.

As he lay awake, his thoughts turned to Emma. He wondered if she was still in Scotland or had returned to the Manor House, or perhaps she’d already taken up residence at Oxford. Would Giles be wondering where he was, or had Sir Walter told him he’d gone to sea and would be joining the Resolution the moment he landed back in Bristol? And would his mother be wondering where he could be? Perhaps he should have broken her golden rule and interrupted her at work. Finally, he thought about Old Jack, and suddenly felt guilty when he realized he wouldn’t be back in time for his funeral.

What Harry couldn’t know was that his own funeral would take place before Old Jack’s.





52


HARRY WAS WOKEN BY the sound of four bells. He leapt up, hitting his head on the ceiling, threw on his clothes, squeezed into the corridor, shot up the stairwell, ran across the deck and bounded up the steps on to the bridge.

‘Sorry I’m late, sir, I must have overslept.’

‘You don’t have to call me sir when we’re on our own,’ said Bradshaw, ‘the name’s Tom. And as a matter of fact, you’re over an hour early. The skipper obviously forgot to tell you it’s seven bells for the breakfast watch, and four for the six o’clock watch. But as you’re here, why don’t you take over the wheel while I take a leak.’ The shock for Harry was to realize that Bradshaw wasn’t joking. ‘Just be sure the arrow on the compass is always pointing sou’-sou’-west, then you can’t go far wrong,’ he added, his American accent sounding more pronounced.