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A Dishonorable Few
the continuing exploits of Lt. Peter Wake United States Navy
Robert N. Macomber
Pineapple Press, Inc.
Sarasota, Florida
The Honor Series
By Robert N. Macomber
At the Edge of Honor
Point of Honor
Honorable Mention
A Dishonorable Few
An Affair of Honor
A Different Kind of Honor
The Honored Dead
The Darkest Shade of Honor
Honor Bound
Copyright
Copyright © 2005 by Robert N. Macomber
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Dedication
This novel is very respectfully dedicated to the outstanding seamen of the M/V Hamburgo, with whom I voyaged through perils and paradise for 10,000 miles:
Captain Ullrich Nuber
Chief Mate Sergiy Yudyentsev
Chief Engineer Wolfgang Winter
2nd Officer Jens Graf
2nd Engineer Herbert Sander
3rd Officer Eljohn Cervantes
3rd Engineer Allan Rico
Bosun Ole Klingmueller
Electrician Valery Mosiyenko
Able Seaman Jerry Quintilitisca
Oiler Margarito De Guzman
Able Seaman John Manzan
Oiler Jade Tupaz
Ordinary Seaman Andrew Arimas
Engine Appr. Bernardo Arco
Ordinary Seaman Ernesto Del Rosario
Cook Edmundo Medenilla
Ordinary Seaman Lito Alcala
Steward Richard Cagwing
and to merchant seamen around the globe, who brave the oceans to bring us the world’s bounty.
Maps removed for e-book
Preface
The year is 1869. Lieutenant Peter Wake, veteran of six years in the United States Navy, is stationed in a backwater of that service, Pensacola, Florida, the first shore assignment of his career. Pensacola Navy Yard is a shadow of its former importance, but Wake still does his best, learning how a navy is supported and maintained. The U.S. Navy has declined considerably since the end of the Civil War, when it became the second largest naval force in the world and intimidated several powers from attempting to push the United States around. It is now twenty-sixth largest in the world, many ships are obsolete, funding is a fraction of what is needed, and morale is low. However, the navy still has serious commitments around the world and somehow struggles to fullfill them.
In the devastated South, military occupation is still in full force in many areas. Pensacola is luckier than many places, seeing economic growth in the fishing and lumber industries and the end of the U.S. Army’s martial government. Bitterness continues among some, but most are trying to look ahead, desperately hoping the South will recover.
The world in 1869 is very dangerous. In the Caribbean and Central America there are widespread economic depression, political turmoil, and intercultural hatred—all of which feed the incessant wars that plague the region. It’s an area ripe for mercenaries, many of whom come from the ranks of the warriors in the recent North American bloodbath. It is also an area the Europeans are again eyeing closely.
Wake is excited to be back at sea, heading for the Caribbean, where he learned during the war that nothing is quite as it first appears. And in addition to all his other problems during this unique mission, Lieutenant Peter Wake is about to learn more than he ever wanted to about the dark side of human nature—the hard way.
Contents
1 Innocent Passage
2 A Demented Heart
3 Backwaters
4 Fortune’s Hand
5 La Langue Diplomatique
6 Requested and Expected
7 Den of Power
8 Faint of Heart
9 Vivid Memories
10 Welcome Aboard
11 Good Impression
12 Distant Horizons
13 The Old Fashioned Way
14 The Empires’ Men
15 All Roads lead to Colón
16 The Richest Prize of All
17 El Hermanidad de Marineros
18 Naval Goodwill
19 A Myriad of Motives
20 Senior Officer Afloat
21 Patience
22 Simple Solutions
23 Twists of Fate
24 La Heroica
25 Moskito Coast
26 Rork’s Discovery
27 The Black Jesus
28 The Prophecy
29 “Painted Savages from the Ground”
30 The Demons Within
31 The Needle in the Haystack
32 Sea Lawyers and White Mice
33 Jungle Lair
34 Destiny of Honor
35 Battle at Bomkatu
36 Searching
37 Her Majesty’s Crown Colony of Jamaica
38 La République de Mort
39 La Sorcellerie Noire
40 Yankee Ingenuity
41 Journey to Hell
42 Rocks and Shoals
43 The Prosecution’s Attack
44 Mindless Slavery
45 Repercussions of Perceptions
Acknowledgements
Author’s Note
About the Author
1
Innocent Passage
February 1869
Central Caribbean Sea
Latitude 14 degrees, 32 minutes, North
Longitude 80 degrees, 11 minutes, West
The seas built up by the easterly trade winds were just large enough to make walking on the steamer’s deck difficult. Venezuelan Naval Cadet Mendez was thankful that they were heading downwind—if they were going the other way it would be even more dangerous to be on deck. He struggled to keep his hat on in the wind and at the same time steady his telescope on a far-off ship, whose bow plunged down into the waves and then launched up into clear air as she charged against the wind toward them.
As he focused the scope, Mendez thought the steamer a magnificent sight, the black hull and rigging forging ahead against the deep blue of the waves and the powdered blue of the sky, gray smoke billowing up a few feet before being swept away into nothingness. The power of it all was a symbol of the triumph of man over nature—a scene you couldn’t even imagine back in the musty confines of Commander Depaz’s drowsy seamanship class at the academy in La Guaira.
He studied the ship a few moments longer, finally arriving at the conclusion that he disagreed with the second mate about the ship’s possible intent. As its image bounced around in the lens, he carefully formulated his answer to the second mate’s earlier comment.
Though Mendez was only seventeen, his Spanish was better than the mate’s, as expected of someone attending the prestigious Academia Nacional Naval de los Estados Unidos de la República de Venezuela, but he was always car
eful not to sound arrogant when speaking to his superiors here. This was a training cruise aboard a merchant ship and he was only here to learn. Still, he was expected to have an opinion and tried to sound experienced in his response.
“We’re too far out off the coast for a problem like that, aren’t we, sir? And that’s a large steamer, an ocean steamer—too expensive and complicated for them to have, isn’t she? I think she’s probably only a merchant ship outbound from Bluefields in Nicaragua to Santo Domingo or Puerto Rico.”
The second mate smiled at the youngster’s attempt at a serious assessment. This one from the academy was different. The boy had obvious potential and someday, the mate hoped, he would make a good officer for the navy.
“Maybe you are right, Mr. Mendez. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . I am right, in which case we will have trouble. I truly hope you are the one who is correct, son. But occasionally a sailor’s eye can see things that his brain can’t explain with logic. An odd feeling he cannot define—he just knows when things are not right. You will learn that as time goes on. And Mr. Mendez, always remember . . .” The older man paused, his eyes on the other vessel.
“Sir?”
“Never ignore that feeling.”
Further forward on the main deck stood a gentleman and lady dressed in city clothing looking out over the heaving seas at the approaching ship. The second mate pondered for an instant whether he should convey his concerns to the gentleman, then decided there was no reason to worry them yet. Especially not these particular passengers. It wasn’t his place; let the captain do it. Besides, from what he had seen of them so far on this voyage, he figured they probably wouldn’t understand and just think him an alarmist.
Unaware of the mate’s deliberations behind them, Doña Esmeralda, wife of Don Jorge Monteblanco, the recently appointed Venezuelan ambassador to Mexico, put a hand out to steady herself on her husband’s arm. These first five days steaming from La Guaira, the port of Caracas, the voyage to their new assignment had been far more than rough, but now was getting slightly better.
For the first three days, the seas off the coast of New Granada had frightened her with their ominous size as they advanced on the steamer from what seemed to be all directions, lifting the vessel and sliding the hull sideways in a sickening contortion. The captain had pleasantly explained to her how the countercurrents and prevailing winds in this corner of the Caribbean, along with the Río Magdelena’s huge outpouring of fresh water from the continent, frequently made waves that were abnormally large and unpredictable. Doña Esmeralda had replied that she thought it was all just horrible, secretly hating the captain’s condescending attitude and idiotic grin.
She never got used to the seas and the deck’s motion. Doña Esmeralda’s sense of balance was lost at the beginning, forcing her to grab anything, or anyone, close by for support. Several times she had ended up in a clump on the deck, embarrassed, bruised and angry with herself, but far more angry with her naïve husband for taking this assignment.
He had the seniority to obtain a comfortable position within the foreign ministry in Caracas, close to their family and friends, but had not insisted on it. Instead, when the foreign minister had convinced him that now was the time when Venezuela needed a strong relationship with Mexico, recently liberated from French occupation, he had accepted the post out of a sense of duty. The minister had been very flattering to her husband, telling him that in their current turbulent times a veteran was needed to keep the republic out of war and moving forward in a position of leadership in the region. He had further promised that Monteblanco could return home two years hence, in 1871, to the position of deputy foreign minister. One last assignment, the minister had said. Doña Esmeralda remembered her husband’s recital of his superior’s enticement with cold resentment, but what could she, a mere wife, do? Her husband had fallen into the trap of pride.
Each time she grimly held on for dear life when a wave came, Doña Esmeralda thought of their lovely home in Caracas, filled with beautiful mementos and gifts from their assignments abroad. She missed her children and the new grandson, born just this year. This was just so unfair.
Now they were off the coast of Central America and the seas had diminished, but were still large enough to make her stomach uneasy and catch her off guard. The young cadet officer told her this morning the depressing news that they were only near the shoals of Serrana Bank, still three full days from their first port in British Honduras, and they had at least six days after that to Vera Cruz in Mexico.
Other than the high winds and seas, the trip was uneventful, but Doña Esmeralda saw that the reaction of the ship’s officers to the vessel now approaching them was anything but nonchalant. She watched the other vessel get closer and listened to the second mate yell to a seaman.
“Go to the captain and present my respects. Tell him I request him on deck. There is a strange ship that has altered course and is bearing down on us fast. She doesn’t appear to be a warship, but I don’t like the looks of this.”
Don Jorge Monteblanco was not a man to panic easily and he wondered what it was about that other ship that could concern the experienced officer. It looked like the few other vessels they had seen while steaming along the coasts of Venezuela and New Granada. Then he realized that the ship was heading directly for them very fast, smoke pouring out of her stack. She was smashing headlong into the seas with huge fans of spray exploding from her bow with each wave. The violence of her progress against the seas toward them seemed an ominous warning, he realized with a cold shudder. The uneasy feeling within him grew as the distance from the other ship diminished.
Don Jorge had worked almost half a century as a diplomat and a man dedicated to making peace. He and his wife were proud that one son had felt the call to become a priest in the Jesuit order, another a doctor, and the third a diplomat—all were respected men who, like their father, had never worn a military uniform. Don Jorge had developed a lifelong distrust of men in the military and knew that frequently they made difficult situations worse, many times ruining the efforts of the diplomats to resolve issues without bloodshed.
His wife held his arm tighter as she looked up at him, seeing his mien change from curious to grim. “I do not understand what the concern is about that ship over there, Jorge. It looks like any other. Why are the sailors upset? Is it connected with the war in Nicaragua?”
Don Jorge was trying to listen to what the second mate told the captain when he came on deck in response to the sighting but he turned to his wife.
“It is probably a normal concern, dear. We are safe out here in international waters, and neither the Nicaraguans nor the rebel forces have any steamers. In fact, I do not believe they even have a navy of any sort. Perhaps that ship needs some assistance of some kind.”
All the ship’s officers gathered around Captain Rivera, the senior ones using the ship’s three telescopes. The first mate snapped his shut and asked the captain what to do when the other ship arrived alongside in a few minutes.
“If they fire a gun we will stop. If not, we continue. Send up our ensign.”
Doña Esmeralda turned to her husband and pulled on his sleeve. “Oh, Jorge, did you hear that? He said if that ship shoots at us we will have to stop. This must be some type of mistake. Let that other ship know that there is an ambassador on this boat. They won’t bother us then. We have immunity under international law, don’t we?”
“If we were in Europe with civilized people, yes. But here it is another matter, dear.”
Don Jorge heard the flapping of the red, blue, and gold Venezuelan ensign as it ascended the halyard above them. Though not a man of the sea, he did know this meant that the other ship should now raise her national flag, and he waited. A small speck of color suddenly flashed from its rigging. It was black and white.
The officers and Captain Rivera made a collective gasp. The other ship was flying the flag
of the rebel republic. Don Jorge tried to hear what the officers were saying but became aware his wife was asking something.
“Well, Jorge? Are you listening? I said to tell Captain Rivera to tell them you are an ambassador.”
“Esmeralda, that is the flag of the Indian rebel province that has declared itself independent of Nicaragua. I am not at all certain that they will be impressed that I am a Venezuelan ambassador. In fact, they may resent it. Venezuela is supporting the central government against them.”
The look on his face earlier had worried her earlier. Now it terrified her. “What does that mean, Jorge?”
Don Jorge held his wife of four decades by the shoulders and tried to find the words. They had served at the embassies in London, Madrid, and Rio de Janeiro, but never in an area at war. Never at a place where they were hated.
“It means, my dear, that they may treat us as an enemy, and that they may not care about international law and immunity. They are not recognized as a sovereign country and therefore may not behave like one.”
“But we are traveling from Venezuela to Mexico. We are not at war with Nicaragua or the rebel province. We are not at war with Venezuela. Why would they treat us as an enemy? We are out in the sea innocently traveling along.”
“Because they have fought for the last three years to be independent of Nicaragua, and because Venezuela has sold munitions to the central government, they may view us as part of the people who are killing them.” He did not finish the thought that was in his mind.
“But that is not correct at all, Jorge. They must be able to see that—this is all so ridiculous. We are peaceful, for the sake of God.”
“War has a way of altering perceptions of enemy and friend, dear. Ah, here is our captain.”
Captain Rivera put a hand on Don Jorge’s arm and turned him away from his wife. “Don Jorge, you and your wife go below with Cadet Mendez right now. I am sorry, but Mendez will have to come back up here and you will have to wait down there alone. Hide there and do not come out until I personally tell you it is safe.” The captain spoke deliberately, almost sadly, his eyes locked into the ambassador’s. “Do you understand exactly what I mean, sir?”
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