The frigate’s captain ordered the best bower away immediately. The crash of the heavy starboard bow anchor hitting the water was lost in the hoarse growling of the wind in the rigging and the undulating hiss of gale-swept rain across the rushing water of the Oven’s Mouth. In the darkness and sheeting rain, neither bank of the river was visible, but the captain knew from the compass heading the frigate was off course. A local fisherman-turned-guide had lost his way. The ship’s cutting-out party would have to launch from this location, more than three leagues up the Sheepscot River in the heart of rebel territory.
'To Take or Destroy'
Sir George Collier was willing to gamble his 44-gunner against a rough New England river passage for a singular prize: a mast ship carrying the raw materials of naval warfare.
By Gregory Martin