His grandparents were in the sitting room, busily discussing the latest events with Captain Hawkins.

Marjorie turned to greet both boys. “Hello, John! My, it is nice to see a smile on your face again, Francis!”

John’s father noted the grins as well. “What mischief have you two gotten yourselves into?”

“Father, you should have seen Francis handle the Badger. Like a true sailor!”

Francis ducked his head, though he found it hard to hide his pride.

“Has he now? A regular sailor, is he?” said William with an exaggerated nod. “Well then, young sailor, your grandmother has splendid news for you. Go ahead, tell him, Sister!”

“Your father wrote, Francis.” Marjorie smiled and held up the letter. “He took a position at the Gillingham Docks, reading prayers to the King’s sailors.”

“Reading prayers?” repeated Francis.

“Aye, the calling he has long sought,” said Marjorie. “There is more. He and Mary found a place to live, and they bid us send you to Gillingham!”

Francis’s eyes betrayed him, making everyone laugh.

“Wh… when may I leave, Captain Hawkins?”

“Soon enough, lad.” Hawkins’s voice regained its typical gravitas. “With these rebels about, His Majesty is worried about Plymouth’s safety. He dispatched a squadron of ships to protect Plymouth and help restore order. I know the commanding officer, Sir Thomas Cotton. And I believe you know one of the other captains—a certain Richard Drake of a ship called the English Galley. Since we have confidence that all things are under control here, we’ll soon arrange your passage with them.”

“Uncle Drake? I am going by sea!” Francis repeated. “Thank you, sir!”

“God’s blessing on your journey, Francis!” said John.

After supper, Francis knelt beside his pallet. His body still swayed from the movement of the boat, and his face was still red from the salty breeze and sun.

He recited his prayer, then paused at the end.

Was this what Father and Mother meant? All will be revealed in due time.

He burrowed under his blanket, his mind flying through the Badger’s glorious adventures in distant seas and his hands still clutching at a sail line as he drifted off to sleep.

Did you miss the start? Read the opening scene, Going on Delivery or the overview of the opening two chapters .

Read my comments about who is real in Sic Parvis Magna .