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North Atlantic Ocean
June 1784
"Mister Heyward? Allow me to introduce Thomas Simpson." Jones stepped aside as his first lieutenant entered the cabin, Simpson was shorter than the other men, with sparse grey hair in his mid-fifties.
"Your servant," Tom said, rising.
"Sir, I am very happy to meet you." Simpson regarded him a moment, then turned to his captain. "I should manage the pumping parties."
"Mister Hall can do that. I wanted you to hear Mister Heyward's tale, which he was about to share." Jones sat and regarded his guest, not blinking.
"Captain, I ... told you what happened."
Jones turned his head just enough to speak to Simpson: "Mister Heyward tells me there is an urgent need for him to speak with Congress. He also says it has little to do with the British that captured him. Isn't that odd?"
"Very odd, sir."
"And do you not find it strange the British would risk a casus bel..," Jones paused, thrown by the term, "...risk a war to get him back?"
"Casus bellorum. Very strange, sir," Simpson replied coldly.
Heyward's head snapped up. Lieutenant Simpson returned his gaze, hands behind him, back ramrod straight. He clearly didn't like his new role.
The ship abruptly heaved, and through the cabin walls they heard a dim cheer as
Ranger began rocking on the waves - sluggish perhaps, but very much alive. Simpson turned his head to the door. "Captain, I should..."
"Mister Heyward," Jones cut him off. "I firmly believe every man's business is his own - until they involve me. You have done so by joining my ship," he held up a finger for emphasis, "and you have done so by obliging me into a fight where men died." A second finger joined the first, and he pointed both. "Why did that ship attack us?"
"
Reliance," added Simpson with some satisfaction.
"Yes,
Reliance."
"That's obvious, Captain. They wanted you to return me."
"Why?"
Heyward sighed and closed his eyes. "Probably because I'm a general in the army. I should be in Cherokee Country."
Simpson whistled. Jones lifted his head and frowned. "That can be verified," he warned softly.
"I know. Do so."
"Very well. And how did the British capture you?"
"They pulled me out of their hospital in Savannah."
"What the devil were you doing in Georgia!?"
"
THAT...is why I need to speak to Congress."
Jones drummed his fingers and glanced at Simpson. The first lieutenant's eyebrows arched in a shrug. He turned back. "Continue."
Heyward sighed again. Maybe it'd be good to talk about this - though obviously he couldn't tell them everything. They barely believed him as it stood. "There...is a problem in Carolina."
"What kind of problem?"
"Mister...Rutledge. Edward Rutledge." Tom frowned at the pair, trying to gauge their reaction.
Jones made a circular motion with his hand. "Details!"
"He is..." Christ, what
could he tell them!? "He is planning to betray us - or at least what we fought for. He's trying to turn Carolina into a dictatorship. He's doing so by provoking a series of crises - our last harvest failed."
"Your last crop failed because your
slaves didn't work the fields," Simpson commented.
"Yes. By his order." Tom turned to Simpson. Jones might be the superior naval officer, but the lieutenant appeared to keep up on events at home "He also continues to provoke the Indians, and now English Georgia as well."
"Speaking of the Indians," Jones responded, "you said you should be in Cherokee Country. Why aren't you?"
"I received reports of a...that Indian prisoners were being mistreated. I thought that might relate to Mister Rutledge's attempts to provoke a crisis and investigated." He paused. "I reached Branchville, South Carolina and found..." He shuddered visibly and closed his eyes.
"Mister Heyward?" Jones jerked to his feet. "Simpson, compliments to the surgeon and I need....!"
"No, I'm fine!" Tom shook his head. "As I said..."
"That looked like more than a
passing weakness, sir."
Tom shook his head again. "It's only the memory of Branchville, captain. It was...horrible. Far too crowded, insufficient food, polluted water. With summer approaching, God knows what will happen now. There are thousands of them."
Simpson glanced at his captain doubtfully. He seemed soft-hearted for a general. "Surely you know," he began, "this happens in war. Why, in '73 the British kept their prisoners on hulks in New York harbor. I hear many died."
"Not like this, Lieutenant." Jones handed him a cup of grog. Heyward took it and sipped. "So I went to Charleston."
"You tired of the war and went home? God, I wish
I had that luxury!" Simpson laughed.
Did he desert?
"No," Tom glared, "I went to confront Rutledge. I found...I found out about his plans. Having provoked enough of a crisis to declare absolute rule at home, he'll use the ongoing crises with the Indians and Britain to force himself on the rest of America."
"So you went to Savannah to warn them?"
A deserter and a traitor?
"No, damn it!" Heyward folded his arms. "There was a fire. I couldn't stay there for treatment. A friend took me to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately that happened to be in Georgia." Jones shook his head, and Tom continued insistently. "The signs are already out there, Captain! You said yourself: Congress now meets in closed sessions over 'security issues.' It is illegal to speak sedition. Congress is heading down the same..."
"You forget, sir," Simpson noted, "Congress is elected by the
people."
"Congress is elected by the rich and powerful in the state assemblies," Tom snapped. "And even Congress members can be manipulated. It's already begun."
"Even if you're right, Mister Heyward, I think it'll take more than one man to undermine America. If King George can't stop us, I have little hope for Mister Rutledge."
"Can you prove it?" interrupted Jones.
"Eh?" Both men turned to him.
"This kind of accusation requires proof. Otherwise they will call you blackguard. Can you prove any of this?"
Heyward paused, then slowly shook his head. "Not much."
"Then you have nothing to take to Congress?"
Heyward snapped his mouth shut, knowing this interview was over. He drained his cup. "What will you do?" he asked.
"As I said," Jones replied. "I will take you to Boston."