After leaving Lee (http://kirktastic.livejournal.com/23975.html?thread=965799#t965799) to Scott's starboard watch, Lowe headed back up to the quarterdeck to keep a watch with his Captain. Those sails were closer to the Grey than comfort allowed; still, it did not yet seem she was gaining.
"We may have to abandon course and run like Hell," Winslow commented to his faithful second in command. Lowe was not a bully mate, but he was his captain's enforcer, and a master mariner in his own right.
"Aye, sir," Lowe replied, narrowing near-black eyes on the ship astern. "We can cut a sharp larboard tack if she does gain; we'll be in bow-chaser range, but she'll have a far harder time turning than we will. It might buy us some time."
Winslow took a breath, then growled quietly under it, "Maybe even enough."
Re: Going for Grey
"We may have to abandon course and run like Hell," Winslow commented to his faithful second in command. Lowe was not a bully mate, but he was his captain's enforcer, and a master mariner in his own right.
"Aye, sir," Lowe replied, narrowing near-black eyes on the ship astern. "We can cut a sharp larboard tack if she does gain; we'll be in bow-chaser range, but she'll have a far harder time turning than we will. It might buy us some time."
Winslow took a breath, then growled quietly under it, "Maybe even enough."