arbitrary age set by misguided do-gooders. Itâs got nothing to do with reality. Do you think all those teenagers who used to get pregnant were raped? Anyway, if you train the other whores well enough and they keep us happy, we wonât need the younger ones. Itâs up to you.â
6
Mark climbed up the companionway ladder to join Steven, Allison and Penny in Archangel âs cockpit. The two young boys, Pennyâs son Lee and Jessicaâs son Tommy, were playing pirates on the foredeck, safely clipped to the lifelines. Although Tommy was a year older than Lee, he was shorter and looked younger. Adam and his teenage sons were below, playing cards in the saloon and Fergus and Jessica were asleep in their cabin.
âAre you happy with your midday sight?â Mark asked Steven.
âItâll do.â
âWhat about the chronometers?â
With no satellite navigation they were totally dependent upon traditional navigation methods: taking sun sights to establish their position each day, and using a chronometer to help establish their longitude. Before they had sailed from Gulf Harbour thirteen months earlier, Mark had selected three chronometers from different vessels in the marina â one that needed to be wound, a battery-operated model and the very latest self-winding chronometer, to make surethey kept time accurately.
âTheyâre OK.â
âYou sure?â
âOf course I am,â Steven snapped.
âLetâs find out what those two children are giggling about,â Allison suggested. Penny nodded, and they both scurried forward, leaving Mark and Steven alone in the cockpit.
Steven realised why they had left. âI checked the chronometers soon after we left England,â he said, in a more conciliatory tone. âThe wind-up chronometer had stopped of course, and there was a thirty-second difference between the battery-operated model and the self-winder. While you were laid low with your bullet wound I hung off Peacehaven on the Greenwich meridian and waited for noon. I confirmed the self-winder was accurate and reset the others to synchronise with it.â
âWell done â Iâm not sure I would have thought of that myself.â Markâs compliment seemed to help clear the air. âI do realise how keen you are to get home, son, but it makes sense to stop off in Brisbane.â Steven didnât respond. âWeâll sail her as fast as we can. How are the Dalton boys shaping up as crew?â
âLukeâs fine, but Robertâs full of himself as usual. Adamâs not much use. He may have once owned his own yacht in England but he canât hold a straight course â he probably always steered by auto-helm.â
âAnd Fergus?â
âFine, heâs a natural. Of course, you can only get him on the helm if you can prise him away from Jessica for a few minutes.â
Mark sensed Stevenâs resentment. No doubt his sonâs desire to spend time with his girlfriend was being thwarted by his sailing responsibilities. âLetâs set up a three-watch system,â he suggested. âYou take the eight-to-twelve watch with Penny and Luke, Iâll take the twelve-to-four watch with Allison and Adam, and Fergus can take the four-to-eight watch with Jessica and Robert.â
âFergus will have to learn fast if heâs to be a watch captain.â
âItâs the easiest watch for you and I to keep an eye on. If the weatherâs bad Iâll stay on watch for an extra couple of hours in the morning, till itâs light. You can keep an eye on him in the earlyafternoon before you go on watch if necessary.â
Steven nodded. âAnd what about the Suez Canal? We could save a lot of time through there.â
âIf itâs still open.â
âThere are no locks on it. Even if itâs been blockaded we ought to be able to get Archangel through.â
âWe canât be sure.