The silhouette of the enemy flagship altered as it settled onto its new course, and Vadgaard lowered his spy glass.
He no longer needed it to see the American ship. Not when it was so close and aimed straight at his own.
“Here we go!”
It was scarcely a proper military announcement, but Eddie felt no temptation to reprimand Larry for it. Not under the circumstances.
The Outlaw made its final turn, the engines’ snarl rose in power and pitch as Larry advanced the throttles, and Eddie reached forward and slammed the hinged steel plate of the rocket launcher’s blast deflector into the upright position. He threw the old-fashioned dead bolt which locked it there, and glanced sideways at Larry.
His friend was leaning forward in the comfortable chair, a bit closer to the wheel than he had been, in order to peer through the heavy glass plate in the deflector. It wasn’t very big, and from the way Larry was craning his neck, Eddie suspected that the launcher blocked even more of his forward view than they’d expected it to. He kicked himself mentally as soon as the thought occurred to him. They ought to have gone ahead and loaded the launcher and let Larry practice handling the boat with all eight cells filled and the deflector up. At least then his friend would have had a little experience managing the Outlaw when the launcher was no longer simply an open framework of welded steel rods.
But there was nothing they could do about that at this point, and Eddie leaned forward to peer through his own glass-protected slot in the blast shield. His was different from Larry’s. In fact, his was positioned dead center behind the launcher, giving him an unobstructed view through what would have been its ninth cell. It was the crudest sighting mechanism conceivable, but it ought to work. Assuming, of course, that the axes of the other eight cells were accurately aligned with it. And that the rockets would fly straight.
And that the damned boat wouldn’t bounce at exactly the wrong moment, he told himself grimly.
“Right! We have to come right!” he shouted to Larry, never taking his eyes from the simple wire crosshairs in the center of the launcher’s missing cell.
“Gotcha!” Larry shouted back, and nudged the wheel. Eddie’s sight picture changed, and he shook his head.
“Too much—too much!”
This time, Larry didn’t reply; but the Outlaw altered its course again, ever so slightly, and Eddie nodded hard.
“On! You’re on!” he shouted. “Now kick this bitch in the ass!”
“All right!” Larry screamed, and rammed the throttles forward.
Eddie clung desperately for balance, managing—somehow—to keep his eyes glued to the crosshairs, as the Outlaw stopped bouncing. It was climbing up onto its own bow wave, now—hydroplaning as it sliced across the three-foot Baltic waves like a bullet.
* * *
“Stand ready! But if any man fires before I give the order, I’ll have him hanged!” Vadgaard shouted to his gunners, then glanced up at Christiania’s hovering sailing master.
Unlike the captains of most non-Dutch warships, Vadgaard was a seaman, not one of those “captains” who were chosen (in theory, at least) for their experience in battle, without regard as to whether that battle had taken place afloat or ashore. There was no doubt in the mind of Christiania’s sailing master that he ought to be handling the ship’s maneuvers, but Vadgaard had no intention of delegating that to anyone. Not when Christiania was the only ship in his squadron which he could hope to control directly.
“Bring her a point to larboard,” he told the helmsman quietly.
“Aye-aye, sir,” the helmsman acknowledged. Christiania’s bowsprit swept around to point further east while feet thudded on her deck as seamen hurried to trim her sails.
He’d been wrong, Vadgaard realized as he watched the oncoming American. The attack wasn’t aimed directly at Christiania. But it wasn’t his fault he’d been fooled; he simply hadn’t realized how much speed that fiendish craft had still had in reserve. What had looked like a turn to align itself on Christiania had actually been a turn to align on the Anthonette, two full ship lengths ahead of Vadgaard’s flagship.