Chapter 26
Support the RussiansThe ship rolled gently, the smear of stars providing the only light as she closed the coast east of Rügen and Greifswald. The creak of her yards was all but drowned by the surge of the water along the hull.
“No sign of the boat we’re supposed to meet yet, sir.”
Peter Poole had grown in stature and in confidence in the last few months, Petroc noted as he emerged on deck. “Very good, Mister Poole,” he said as he checked the compass and trained his night glass in the direction of where the shore should be. “Who have we aloft?”
“Johannes, sir. He knows what to look for, and so does Klesc, the lookout.”
Petroc grunted. “Very good. The French invasion seems to be following their usual approach in Russia, but there is still a considerable force advancing on Rig
