The Sea Monarch

Transcriber's Notes:
Mr. Percy F. Westerman has written this story for:
THE CAPTAIN A MAGAZINE FOR BOYS & OLD BOYS . VOL. XXV APRIL to SEPTEMBER, 1911 London: GEORGE NEWNES, LIMITED, 3 to 12, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND.


IT was a scorching afternoon in the month of August. The slanting rays of the sun beat powerfully upon the tranquil waters of Portsmouth Harbour, while the white ensigns of the numerous warships fluttered idly in the almost motionless air.
Swinging easily at her moorings to the first of the young flood lay the torpedo-boat destroyer Calder , presenting a very different appearance from its trim state of a few days before. Engine-room defects had occasioned her return to harbour, and as these were of a somewhat serious nature, the opportunity was taken to place the destroyer into dockyard hands for at least two months. The commissioned officers had obtained permission to go on leave, while the Calder , in the charge of a gunner, was to be put into dock the following day.
Ting-ting! Ting-ting! Ting-ting! Ting-ting! Eight bells had hardly sounded ere two men appeared on deck, scrambling agilely through the small hatchway that did duty for the ward-room companion. The first was the tall, lean-featured lieutenant-commander. The other, Sub-Lieutenant Gerald Tregarthen, needs a slightly longer introduction.
He was almost the same height as the commander, or a fraction under 5ft. 11 ins. in his socks, and was broad in proportion. His features, tanned by constant exposure to sun, wind, and spray, were clear-cut, almost boyish in expression, while at times there was a roguish light in his deep blue eyes.
Yet beneath the apparently boyish exterior lurked the spirit of a man. When occasion arose those merry lips would compress themselves into a thin, straight line, the powerful chin would be thrust aggressively forward, and a dangerous glint in his eyes would betoken that resolution, coolness, and daring which are the indispensable characteristics of a successful naval officer.