Friday, December 9

A Letter from the Great Cabin

A past letter writ by our Captain Freymann and originally posted in his log: HERE

My Dearest and most Beloved Isabella,

It gives me no small Pleasure to once again take Pen in Hand and relate to You the Events which transpired since last I wrote. Upon achieving the Quarter Deck, Lt. Standhope indicated the Presence of an unknown Ship bearing down upon our Position from the North West, whereupon as no identifying Signals could be readily discerned and She being in possession of the Weather Gauge and thereby the Engagement, should One develop, I gave the Order to Beat to Quarters. It is no small Amount of Pride which I felt, when within a Matter of a few Minutes, the Acasta was handsomely transformed from a State of peaceful Readiness into a formidable Bastion of His Majesty's might. As it was evident that our Adversary had sighted Acasta, and continued to bear upon our Position, I gave the order to shorten Sail thereby slowing our Speed, whilst still retaining our Ability to maneuver and simultaneously providing a stable Platform for the firing of the Great Guns.

From the Quarterdeck, I observed that our unidentified Visitor was flying the Blue Ensign, and desirous of learning more, I requested Lt. Standhope to post a Midshipman aloft with a Glass, whereupon he bid Mr. Wheland, a most promising Lad, go to aloft and report what Observations He could on the Intentions of the approaching Vessel. Continuing with my own Surveillance of the Ship, it was within moments of Mr. Wheland’s Departure, that the Vessel made her Number, which was that belonging to the HMS Aeolus. Responding in kind, our Number was signaled in turn, though I did not relax the Vigilance of the Crew, maintaining them at their Guns, out of concern that this maybe be a Ruse about to perpetrated upon Us by the Enemy. As the approaching Ship began to heave to, I was able to recognize the Person of Captain John Sprague, peering at me through his Glass from Standing Rigging, as I did the same from the Acasta’s Forecastle. Upon seeing a friendly Face, no longer concerned about walking into a cleverly laid Trap, I ordered the Guns to be secured, and Acasta laid within pistol shot of Aeolus for the express Purpose of engaging Aeolus in an Exchange of Words rather than Shot. Capt. Sprague, with whom I had served aboard the HMS Invincible in these same Waters some years earlier, was bound for the Port of Charleston to take up Station there, but before resuming his Journey, caused to be sent over a Package of Mail for Acasta, in which was contained your letter of October 1. After retrieving Mail and Dispatches directed to my Attention, I proceeded directly to the Great Cabin to read your Words.

My Dearest Isabella, to write Letters to you is the next greatest pleasure I feel to receiving them from you. What I experience when I read such as I am sure are the pure Sentiments of your Heart, my poor Pen cannot express. Absent from you, I feel no Pleasure; it is you who are everything to me. Without you, I care not for this World. Pray, never stop writing for each Letter brings me the Touch of your Hand and the Whisperings of your Heart. 

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