Yet Cochrane insisted it could be done. “Trust me, Sharpe! Trust me!”
“I’ve told you, my Lord, you are doing precisely what the Spaniards want you to do!”
“Trust me! Trust me!”
The Spanish fortress guns were not the only obstacles to Cochrane’s blithe optimism. Even the tide pattern suggested the attack could not succeed. The waterlogged Espiritu Santo, which Cochrane insisted would be the assault ship, could only get alongside the fortress quay at the very top of the high tide. If-the attack was just one hour late the water would have dropped far enough to prevent the frigate reaching the quayside. That narrow tidal opportunity dictated that the attack would have to be mounted at dawn, and the approach to the harbor made in a misty half-darkness, for the next morning’s suitable high tide fell just as the sun would be rising. Sharpe, not given easily to despair, suspected the whole assault was doomed, yet Cochrane still insisted it could be done. “It would be more sensible to use the O’Higgins to carry the assault troops, of course,” Cochrane allowed. “She’s got guns and is undamaged, but if anything went wrong, I’d lose her, so I might as well stay in the Espiritu Santo. Of course, Sharpe, if you’re scared of the proceedings, then I’ll quite understand if you’d rather watch from the deck of the O’Higgins?”
Sharpe was almost tempted to accept the offer. This was not his fight, and he had no particular taste for Cochrane’s elaborate suicide mission, but he was unwilling to admit to Cochrane or to Major Miller that he was frightened, and besides, he had business of his own in Puerto Crucero, and a grudge against the man who had expelled him, so he did have a reason to fight, even if the fight was hopeless. “I’ll stay with the ship,” he said.
“Even though you think it’s suicide?” Cochrane teased Sharpe.
“I wish I could think otherwise,” Sharpe said.
“You forget,” Cochrane said, “what the Spaniards say of me. I’m their devil. I work black magic. And in tomorrow’s dawn, Sharpe, you’ll see just how devilish I can be.” His Lordship laughed, and his ship, pumps clattering, limped toward battle.
Major Miller possessed a large watch that was made, he touchingly claimed, of East Indian gold, yet it was a gold stranger than any Sharpe had ever seen for the outside of the watchcase was rusted orange and its insides tarnished black. The watch itself was famously erratic, causing Miller forever to be shaking it or tapping it or even dropping it experimentally on what he described as the “softer” portions of the deck. Once it was ticking, however, he declared the watch to be the most accurate and reliable of all timepieces.
“One hour to high tide,” he now declared confidently, then held the watch to his ear before adding, somewhat ominously, “or maybe less.”
Sharpe hoped it was more, much more, for the stricken Espiritu Santo still seemed a long way from the rocky headland that protected Puerto Crucero’s harbor, and if the frigate was to be successfully sailed right alongside the fortress quay then the maneuver would need to be completed by the last moments of the rising tide. There would be sufficient water to make a landing possible for a whole hour after the high tide, but both Cochrane and his sailing master doubted that the attack could succeed after the tide had turned. The captured frigate’s hull was so fouled by damage and by fothering, and her upperworks so feebly rigged, that the ship would probably be pushed backward by the opposition of even the most feeble ebbing current.
“But we’ll make it!” Major Miller declared, imbued with an unconquerable optimism. “Tommy’s too clever to make silly mistakes with the tide!” “Tommy” was Lord Cochrane, and Miller’s hero. Miller shook the watch dubiously, then, realizing that his gesture might suggest to an onlooker that the precious timepiece was not working to its vaunted perfection, he stuffed it back into a pocket of his waistcoat. ‘You and Mister Harper will do me the honor of attacking in our company? Ton my soul, Sharpe, but I never thought I’d live to see the day when I’d swing a sword in your company.”