MacCallister: The Eagles Legacy by William W. Johnstone, J. A. Johnstone Read Free Book Online

when he crawled out of the lifeboat. He approached a sailor who was twisting a turnbuckle to increase the tension on a line.
    “Pardon me, but where might I find the captain?”
    “Lord ha’ mercy, where did you come from?” the sailor asked. “And who are you?”
    “I am,” Duff started, then he paused in mid-sentence. “I am Captain Duff MacCallister, and I wish to speak with the captain.”
    “How did you get aboard the Hiawatha , Cap’n?” the sailor asked.
    “Please. Your captain?”
    “You wait here.”
    “Yes,” Duff said. “Where else would I go?”
    Duff walked over to the rail and looked back. In the distance he could barely make out the shoreline.
    A moment later the sailor returned with another man whom Duff took to be one of the ship’s officers.
    “Are you the captain of this vessel?” Duff asked.
    “I am Mr. Norton, the bosun. Who are you?”
    Whereas Duff had used his reserve rank of captain with the sailor, with the bosun he was more direct.
    “My name is Duff MacCallister,” he said.
    “Jiggs said you called yourself a captain.”
    “Aye, in the Scottish Reserves I am a captain. I am sorry if the sailor misunderstood. I wonder if I might speak with the captain of this ship.”
    “Look here,” the bosun said. “How did you get onboard this ship?”
    “I don’t know,” Duff replied.
    “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
    Duff put his hand to his forehead. “I had a great deal to drink last night,” he said. “I remember leaving the pub, then I remember nothing until I woke up on this ship this morning. Methinks some of my friends may have played a trick on me.”
    “I think we had best see the captain,” Norton said. “Come with me.”
    “Aye, such was my request,” Duff replied. “I would like to purchase passage to New York.”
    “How did you know this ship was going to New York?”
    Duff had heard the sailor on watch the night before say that the ship was bound for New York, but he could not say that or he would give away the fact that he was aware last night that he was onboard.
    “I don’t know that you are,” he replied. “I know that many of the ships that leave from the Firth of Clyde are bound for New York. I assumed that was so with this ship. Have I erred in my assumption?”
    “No, we’re going to New York, all right,” Mr. Norton said. “Come with me.”
    Captain Powell drummed his fingers on the taffrail and glared down from the quarterdeck at Duff and his bosun.
    “Who have we here, Mr. Norton?” he asked.
    “We found him aboard this morning, Captain.”
    “What is your name, stowaway?” Captain Powell asked. It was obvious from the tone of his voice and the expression on his face that he was displeased with seeing Duff.
    “The name is MacCallister, Captain. And ’twas not my intention to stow away,” Duff replied.
    “It was not your intention to stow away? Then, pray tell, MacCallister, how is it that you are on my ship?”
    “I was drinking with some friends,” Duff said. He put his hand to his forehead. “I woke up on the ship this morning. They must have thought it good sport to put me here.”
    “It matters not how you came aboard. The point is, you are aboard, and that makes you a stowaway.”
    “I’ve nae wish to be a stowaway. I have enough money to pay for my passage, and would be happy to do so,” Duff said.
    “That might be good if we were a passenger-carrying ship,” Captain Powell replied. “But we are not. We are a merchant ship, and you are unwanted cargo.”
    “What shall I do with him, sir?” Norton asked.
    “Confine him to the brig for the duration of the voyage,” Captain Powell said. “When we reach New York, we will give him an opportunity to buy passage back to Scotland.”
    “Aye, aye, sir,” Norton said. He started toward Duff, then paused, and turned back to the captain. “Cap’n, if you would permit a suggestion?”
    “You may do so.”
    “Peters did not return to the ship ’ere we