Before the sun was even up the next morning, we were up and stowing our cots. We boarded at two bells in the morning watch… two of the smaller, slower ships, the Caledonia and La Revenante, had departed even earlier so as to arrive at the location of the assault at the same time as the larger ships.
We departed and I watched from the foc'sle as the sun rose as a perfect red orb over the horizon.
I am particularly impressed with how young and inexperienced the crew seems. The youngest among them is twelve if the reports I have received are true.
Ships of the squadron all spread out across the lake, staying within sight of one another.
|The St. Lawrence II as she overtakes us.|
|Taking my ease.|
As we grew closer, we heard what sounded to be ranging shot from Fort Niagara, the young crew suddenly understood the gravity of the rapidly approaching situation. All eyes were suddenly forward, looking toward the land with greater interest.
The fire from shore came with greater frequency as we grew closer to the landing zone.We finally got into the proper position and dropped anchor. The marines and sailors were loaded into the long boats and made for the shore with haste.
|In the Longboats|
Look for the Doctor hauling ropes aboard the Playfair at about the 6 second mark
to be continued...