delegate, Elbridge Gerry, is a Massachusetts man from Marblehead. While I commend the president for this initiative and his choice of envoys, I seriously question their chances for success. The French donât want peace. They want funds to finance their war in Europe, and privateering is a lucrative source for those funds. They wonât give it up easily.â
Caleb took a moment to absorb that. Then a notion struck him. âWhatâs your role in all this, Richard?â he asked. âIt certainly sounds as though you have one.â
Richard nodded. âI have been approached, Caleb.â
âBy whom?â
âBy our president,â his father answered for him. âMr. Adams has commended Richard to Thomas Truxtun, captain of Constellation. Richardâs name was also put forth by our dear friend Alexander Hamilton.â
Calebâs eyes never left Richardâs. âWhen do you report to Captain Truxtun?â
âFairly soon, I suspect.â
âThe decision is final, then?â
âNo naval officerâs commission is final until it is proposed by a shipâs captain and approved by the Senate.â
âBut if offered, you will accept it?â
âI will, barring the unforeseen.â
âHow do I enlist?â
Richardâs eyebrows shot up. â Enlist ? Jesus Christ, Caleb, you just got home.â
Caleb shook his head. âThat doesnât matter, Richard. I sat in an Arab prison for ten years, and I have no intention of sitting any longer. I want my life back. I want to get back to sea, and I want to serve my country. I can do both in the Navy.â
Richard met his brotherâs hard stare until their father intervened.
âThat is very noble of you, Caleb, given the hell youâve had to endure these past ten years. You make me proud. But the fact is, I canât afford to have both you and Richard taking leave of Cutler & Sons. Agreen is likely to be called up, and if he is . . .â Thomas held up his hands. âI need you here with me. I need you to help manage the family business.â
âIn what capacity, Father?â
âIn any capacity you choose. You want to go to sea? I can guarantee you that. You want to serve your country? You can, in a most meaningful way. Our carrying trade is our countryâs lifeblood, Caleb. Without it our economy would collapse, along with our familyâs fortunes. I am hoping that you will sail to Barbados within the year to learn the family business from that end. John and Robin would welcome your company and your assistance. Please, son, give this matter some serious thought before making your decision.â
It took Caleb only a moment to respond. âI donât need to give it serious thought, Father. Of course I will comply with your wishes. If I learned anything while in prison in Algiers, itâs that nothing matters more than family and country. And I canât deny that I have much to learn about our business.â He scraped back his chair.
âWhere are you going, son?â
âTo visit Mother.â
Richard stood up across from him. âIâll go with you, Caleb.â
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THE NEXT SEVERAL DAYS saw lively debate as to where Richard would take his sons and Caleb on the short cruise he had promised them. Will and Jamie fancied the Isles of Shoals, two low, treeless islands off the coast of Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Their father, however, thought those islands too far away and peopled by fisher-folk too long cut off from the mores and morals of the mainland. He suggested the Misery Islands in Salem Sound off the North Shore of Boston. These two islandsâone big, one smallâwere an easy dayâs sail from Hingham and afforded both sheltered coves for anchorage and sweeping vistas of Cape Ann, so named by King Charles I of England to honor his mother, Anne of Denmark.
As it turned out, the cruise had to be scrapped. The following Thursday,
Benjamin Hulme-Cross, Nelson Evergreen