OLIVIER GADOU, masters mate
Olivier was looking at the map, then at the blow of the wind across the water, and only finally at the shore line, to locate potential reefs and other hazards in their way. He was happy to be at sea again. The healing process had lasted too long, and he hadnt recovered yet his usual strength, but he was well and ready to prove that he could be a trusted sailing master, even if he was aware that, according to the regulations, he couldnt pass the exam until he arrived back to France.
The Canal of Saint Marc was well represented on the map, and the island looked not as tiny as he had been told to be, by contrary. It was hilly, with long stretches of sandy beach and a forest going up a smooth slope, but without dangerous reefs.
He was determining the direction of the wind when the captain passed by him, leaving him in charge. He answered a short Yes, Sir!
and he smiled confidently. He was going to do it anyway, he knew his duty. Why did he think that he was admiring the waves, to write a poem or to determine the direction of the wind?
Drop the main sail, backwind the main sail, then get all sails furled tight for anchoring!
In the absence of a masters mate, the captain had given one of the midshipmen to help him. A future lieutenant had to learn about sailing, too...
Check the depth, please!
Olivier asked him, further explaining why it was needed.
He saw already the two other ships waiting for them. Two beautiful ones... pity that they were British.
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