Wiki Coffin, linguist aboard the U.S. Exploring Expedition, the famous voyage meant to put America at the forefront of 19th century scientific discovery, brings many skills to his job. Whether he's translating native languages, assisting his good friend Captain George Rochester as unofficial first mate, or upholding the rule of law as deputy to the sheriff of the port of Virginia, Wiki is never far from the action aboard the seven ships that make up the expedition.
But when they encounter a wrecked sealing ship and its desperate crew on the shoals of remote, uninhabited Shark Island, Wiki has little idea just how many of his skills are about to be put to the test. As soon as they board the wreck, a dead body turns up with a dagger firmly inserted between its shoulder blades. And it's not just any dead body: the victim of the brutal murder is none other than the enigmatic captain of the doomed voyage. What's more, Wiki's colleague and nemesis Lieutenant Forsythe is suspected of the crime.
Knowing full well that Forsythe is capable of such violence, Wiki nonetheless believes him innocent and is duty-bound to prove it for the good of the expedition. Was the murder a case of mutinous sealers taking the law into their own hands? Did the secrets of several mysterious long-ago voyages finally come back to haunt a dishonest and dishonorable captain? Or is Shark Island home to something more sinister than a few lonely goats? Something isn't quite right about the crew of the wrecked ship, and Wiki will stop at nothing to find out just what it is that they're hiding, and, in the process, unmask a vicious killer.
About the Author
In addition to the Wiki Coffin mysteries, JOAN DRUETT, an award-winning nautical nonfiction writer, is also the author of In the Wake of Madness: The Murderous Voyage of the Whaleship Sharon. She lives in New Zealand.
Joan Druett, an award-winning nautical nonfiction writer, is the author of In the Wake of Madness: The Murderous Voyage of the Whaleship Sharon. She lives in New Zealand.
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By Joan Druett
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2005 Joan Druett
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Atlantic Ocean, October 1838
The hours were dragging. After watching the boat carry Forsythe from the brig Swallow to the expedition flagship Vincennes, Wiki Coffin had waited at the taffrail for a very long time. Now, however, patience had fled, and so he paced nervously up and down the quarterdeck of the Swallow, while foreboding coiled inside him.
It had been dawn when Forsythe had departed, and the misty air had been relatively cool. Steam had risen lazily from newly swabbed decks as the five boats from the different ships had converged on the Vincennes in response to Wilkes's urgent summons for a council of war. The distant sounds of marines stamping to attention and the boatswain's piping had echoed with uncanny clarity as the five junior captains had clambered up the side of the flagship and vanished through the doorway of the lofty house on the poop. Another flurry of activity had followed as the boats had returned to their respective ships, but since then there had been no movement on the water.
Now it was almost noon, and the hot sun was high in the sky. The ships lay quiet and still on top of their rippling reflection — the two big sloops Vincennes and Peacock, the gun brig Porpoise, the schooners Flying Fish and Sea Gull, and the ex-privateer brig Swallow. The seventh member of the discovery fleet, the storeship Relief, had been sent ahead long since, as she had sailed so badly that she was retarding the progress of the rest all the time she was with them; with luck, they would meet up with her again in a few weeks' time. On the Swallow, caulking of the deck boards was shrinking in the heat, and the acrid smell of warm tar rose up so strongly it was almost visible as Wiki paced from one rail to another. Because Forsythe's second-in-command, Lawrence J. Smith, was still on board, he was wearing boots as part of his effort to keep peace with the self-important little man. Lieutenant Smith had no authority over him, Wiki being the expedition translator and therefore a civilian, but Wiki knew perfectly well that the pompous officer would have sniffed and carped if his feet were as bare as those of any common sailor. However, he still wished he could shuck the hot footwear.
At long last, just as pipes shrilled to the tune of "Nancy Dawson" and the usual stampede for the morning ration of grog began, there was movement in the distant doorway of the house on the Vincennes. The tall, distinctive figure of Charles Wilkes, the expedition commander, came out on deck first, to be followed by the rest in a huddle. Signals jerked up the far-off lanyard, ordering the various ships to send boats for their captains. Behind Wiki, Lieutenant Smith raised his voice, but blocks were squealing already as the men anticipated his orders and the Swallow boat was lowered. Wiki leaned over and watched as it went down. The splash as it hit water was too much to resist — he gave way to impatience and vaulted over the rail, landing on his feet in the bottom of the boat.
When he looked up after settling in the stern thwarts, Lieutenant Smith's face was peering back down at him, flushed red with affront. "Wiremu," he barked, using his peculiarly irritating version of Wiki's name. "Mr. Coffin, sir! What do you think you are about? I do not believe I heard a request for your presence on the flagship."
Wiki simply lifted his hand in a silent salute. As the six men of the Swallow boat's crew took up their oars they wore broad approving grins, but he disregarded that, too, staring tensely forward as the boat surged rhythmically across the stretch of water that divided them from the Vincennes. He was desperate to know if his friend George Rochester, who had been unfairly demoted to the rank of midshipman on the Vincennes some weeks earlier, had been restored to the command of the Swallow. If not, Wiki — who had never wanted to be part of the exploring expedition in the first place, and had only consented to come because it was a chance to be on the same ship as his old comrade — was determined to jump ship at the next port the fleet touched.
The stern of the boat clicked against the hull of the Vincennes, and the man at bow oar reached out and snatched a dangling rope. The boat swung round with the momentum, coming side-on, and then stilled. The instant it was steady Wiki stood up, grabbed the leading edges of planks, and began to climb. Halfway up the side, it crossed his mind that while he didn't care a jot about Lawrence J. Smith's opinion, Captain Wilkes was a much more daunting proposition. Not only was he suddenly glad he was wearing boots, but he rather wished he had lashed up his long black hair, particularly when he arrived on deck and the squad of marines on duty stamped loudly to attention.
These soldiers were bravely sporting crimson coats — yet another sign of the general disaffection within the fleet, which was something that had been obvious long before the ships had sailed from Norfolk, Virginia, in August. Over the past ten years, ever since Congress had first voted to dispatch a body of explorers to the Pacific, the enterprise had stumbled along so badly that it had become known as "the deplorable expedition," and the men assigned to that expedition had felt the general scorn very deeply. Years had dragged by while the administration and the navy battled and the sailors and marines had waited around in growing frustration. Many of them had been unwelcome guests in the Norfolk Navy Yard, on board "that great ship of the line, the venerable Constitution" — as the newspaper reporters grandly phrased it — and had become the butt of coarse humor.
Naturally, they had taken every chance to express their disgust and disenchantment, and one of the most flamboyant mutinies had been staged by the marines. When ordered to get newfangled uniforms — uniforms that Congress expected them to pay for themselves! — they had simply pointed out that it hadn't even yet been decided what the uniform of the U.S. Marine Corps should actually be, official opinion swinging through shades of gray to hues of blue (though some of the nabobs in Washington favored a peculiarly seasick shade of olive green), and had staunchly refused to exchange their old-fashioned red jackets for anything more recent. Informed that only musicians were legally entitled to wear scarlet coats, they had all instantly taken up the drum and the fife, with the result that the Vincennes was the most discordant ship on the seven seas. Right now, the boatswain refused to pipe Mr. Coffin on board, Wiki Coffin being a mere civilian and a Kanaka native of some Pacific island, at that, so one of the most daring of the red-coated rebels jauntily whistled a couple of notes on his fife.
Swinging round at the sound, Captain Wilkes exclaimed, "Wiki Coffin! What brings you here?"
Wiki didn't answer. He had just clapped eyes on George Rochester, who was standing at the back of the group of captains, his face stretched wide with an enormous grin. Forsythe was also there, but looking moody and sardonic, and so Wiki deduced with a surge of joy that the command of the Swallow had been restored to George. Accordingly, he wasn't paying proper attention.
"How did you guess I wanted to see you?" Captain Wilkes demanded. "However, I'm glad you came," he went on without waiting for a reply. "A small conference, if you please!"
Wiki ducked his head, doing his best to hide his astonishment. The day before, when he'd done his utmost to explain a series of horrid murders that had sullied the first few weeks of voyage, Wilkes had been in a state of hysterical panic. Indeed, the sensational revelations had brought the expedition commander so close to a nervous collapse that Wiki wondered why he wanted to risk a repetition. Silently, however, he followed him into the big after house that had been built on the poop of the flagship.
A white-painted, lofty corridor divided the first part of the house into two halves. On the larboard side there was a series of varnished doors, which Wiki knew led to cabins for Wilkes himself, plus the four scientifics who lived on board the Vincennes, while on the starboard side a spindled partition partly hid a large dining saloon, which smelled of coffee and ham. Casters of crystal glasses hung high in the skylight above the big oblong mess table that took up much of the space, casting iridescent glitters with the slight sway of the ship. The revolving chairs screwed to the floor were turned every which way, just as the diners had left them, while a steward was gathering up dirty dishes and mugs, so Wiki gathered that this had been where Captain Wilkes had held his council of war. However, the commander kept on going, heading for the big room at the end of the passage, which was full of bookshelves and drafting tables, and lit with another skylight. It was here in this wonderfully well lit, high-ceilinged place that the scientifics worked, and the shelves were packed with jars and boxes of specimens as well as books. Right now, however, the room was vacant.
Captain Wilkes strode over to a desk, and sat down at it, facing Wiki, who remained standing, not having been offered a seat. For long minutes Wilkes didn't speak, picking up a pencil and watching it as he rolled it between his fingers instead. The sonorous tick of a chronometer punctuated the heavy silence, and when Wiki shifted uneasily his right boot let out a loud, embarrassing squeak.
When Captain Wilkes looked up at last his narrow face was pale and fraught, his large, dark, intelligent eyes unfocused. As always, his full mouth was tipped into a constant small, artificial smile, but today it looked more like a painful grimace. Looking somewhere above Wiki's head instead of meeting his inquiring gaze, he said abruptly, "I have a mission for you."
"I'm sending you to an island off the northeast coast of Brazil. I want it checked out, and you're the best man for the job. Go there, investigate, and report back to me."
Wiki blinked. As the expedition's "linguister" — translator — he spoke Portuguese, but he hadn't expected to use the language until they dropped anchor in Rio de Janeiro, where they were headed after the job of charting reported shoals in this part of the Atlantic was finished.
He said cautiously, "Investigate what, sir?"
"Pirates — pirates! Captain Hudson strongly suspects that this island harbors a nest of buccaneers — which poses a danger because the island overlooks our route to Rio. I want his report checked out — and you're the best man to do it, being one of them, as it were."
Wiki said blankly, "I beg your pardon, sir?"
"I can think of no one more qualified to decide if they are likely to attack the expedition — by stealth, when we least expect them. Not only do you speak Portuguese, but 'Set a thief to catch a thief'— or so the saying goes — and don't your people make a custom of cutting out ships? I've heard of infamous cases where whole crews were barbarically slaughtered by pirates in New Zealand, the ships looted and then burned while the victors feasted on the bodies of the slain — and I am sure that even Brazilians have heard of this, too."
Wiki shook his head in utter bemusement. He had often been puzzled by the strange processes of pakeha logic, but this was particularly baffling. He felt intrigued as well, though. The day before, the sloop Peacock had rejoined the fleet flying urgent signals, and since then her commander, William Hudson, had spent hours closeted in conference with Captain Wilkes. Rumors had flown about in abundance, but Wiki had heard nothing as dramatic as this. Pirates? He wondered why the devil Captain Hudson hadn't handled the problem himself — for, after all, the Peacock was a sloop of war, and while she didn't carry anything near her usual armament, she did have eight assorted cannon.
He ventured, "Is Captain Hudson absolutely certain they are pirates, sir?"
"It's difficult to decide what else they could be," Wilkes snapped. "According to the charts the island is uninhabited, but cannon were aimed at the Peacock from a fortification on a headland, and Captain Hudson's lookouts swore they spied vessels on the beach below."
Wiki thought about it. Ever since her humiliating defeat by the Argentineans in 1827, Brazil had been in a ferment of revolt and rebellion. The country had been ruled by a succession of unpopular regents, giving unruly elements of the population all kinds of reasons for raising hell. It was perfectly credible that a revolutionary group should have taken over an uninhabited island near the coast, so he said, "Insurgents, perhaps?"
"Warlike insurgents, then," Captain Wilkes retorted.
"Captain Hudson didn't send in a party to investigate, sir?"
"The island lies in uncharted shoals — and the Peacock's timbers are tender. It was just last year that she was almost battered to pieces at the mouth of the Persian Gulf — and did the navy yard repair her properly? No, they bloody well did not!"
Captain Wilkes's voice had risen, and his face flushed red with rage, while Wiki watched him in alarm. It was common knowledge that the constant delays, hostility in the navy yard, and the petty parsimony of the administration had vexed the expedition's commander sorely, so everyone was used to his testiness on the issue. However, whispers about his nervous state were flying about the fleet; one of the other scientifics had confided that when he had accidentally dropped a jar in his stateroom while Captain Wilkes was trying to rest in his cabin next door, the commander's incoherent rage had been frightening.
"It's just one more problem to add to my troubles!" Wilkes exclaimed. "It's just two months since we left the shores of home, and yet I feel as if there is a year's worth of burden on my shoulders already!" Then his stare focused on Wiki's face again, and he demanded, "Did you read what the editor of the Norfolk newspaper had the sauce to publish on the eve of the expedition's departure?"
Wiki had read the newspaper every day that he was in Norfolk, and thought that he remembered the editorial quite well, but warily shook his head.
"The editor of the Norfolk Beacon published his strong opinion that the organization of the expedition had been a disaster, and that only with strict discipline would good come out of evil, and honor out of shame. And the editor was right! The management of the exploring expedition has been a disgrace to the navy and those who direct its councils! The whole process has been deeply marked by both evil and dishonor — on the part of those in the corridors of power! I've done nothing wrong and will accomplish a great deal to the glory of my country, but all my efforts will go unrewarded — as unrecognized as ever!"
Sweat was beading on his upper lip, and he was going red and white by turns, while he rubbed his forehead as if in terrible pain. Wiki looked about desperately, hoping that someone — the steward, perhaps — would come to investigate, but there were no steps in the passage, and no one tapped on the door.
He said as calmly and reassuringly as he could, "I honestly believe that without your efforts the expedition would never have got to sea. You have accomplished a great deal, sir."
He was speaking nothing less than the truth. Captain Wilkes had never faltered in the challenge of choosing scientifics and officers and organizing the departure of the expedition; he had demonstrated a faith and optimism that the past two months of voyage had justified. A great deal of scientific data had been collected. Huge tracts of the Atlantic had been surveyed, and charts corrected. Currents had been tracked. There had been storms and squalls; twice the fleet had been scattered, and with difficulty had been assembled again, but throughout it all — and despite those ghastly murders — the job had been done. Wiki had often heard Rochester declare that Captain Wilkes was conceited, ambitious, and arrogant, but his own opinion was that there was dedication and intelligence there, too.
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First Line: The hours were dragging.It could be that I love well-written books about the sea because there are so many sailors in the family. (I even married an ex-submariner.) New Zealand author Joan Druett has long been one of my favorites for maritime history. When I discovered that she'd begun writing an historical mystery series based on the travels of the United States South Seas Exploring Expedition of 1838 to 1842, I was thrilled. What a perfect movable feast of a setting for a mystery series! If you're one of the many who've never heard of this American expedition, here's a few words about it from Joan Druett herself: " ...huge tracts of the ocean had been charted, plus 800 miles of scarcely known Oregon shore and 1,500 miles of entirely unknown Antarctic coast. The Stars and Stripes had fluttered off the lagoons of well over 200 tropical islands, and more than 4,000 artifacts and 2,000 scientific specimens had been collected, an enormously rich fund that became the foundation of the collection of the new Smithsonian Institution."As you can see from that small description alone, this is an incredibly rich fishing ground for a mystery series. The detective of the series is half-Maori, half-white Wiki Coffin. Due to his skill in linguistics, he's been hired by the expedition as an interpreter.In this second book in the series, the ship Wiki is aboard is told to sail to Shark Island off the coast of Brazil to check into an alleged sighting of pirates. When they arrive, they discover a wrecked sealing ship and its crew. They've barely agreed to stay and begin repairs on the ship when its captain is murdered. While the sealing ship is being repaired, Wiki has little choice but to try to find the murderer of the captain... especially since the dead man was the husband of one of Wiki's old flames (who just happens to be on board, too).I enjoy Druett's writing. She includes so much detail on life aboard ship, on ship repair, on sailing itself, and it's all added so seamlessly into the narrative that I never feel as though I'm reading a gigantic lesson with a quiz to follow at some unspecified date. There is one scene in particular that startled me so badly I almost leapt out of bed (which I thought was a very good thing since I'm so seldom surprised to that degree). The only real quibble I have with the entire book is that the culprit was a bit obvious to me, but it is a very small complaint indeed.This series is one that I am purposely savoring; reading it very slowly to enjoy the character of Wiki, a wealth of new knowledge, and the settings. If you haven't tried any of Druett's books, I suggest that you do. Non-fiction or historical mystery, you are in for a treat.
This is the second book set aboard the US Exploration Expedition of 1838. This time Wiki Coffin is part of a small group set to check the water ahead for pirates. They don't find pirates, but they do find a boat in trouble. Before they can start with the repairs, the captain is murdered. The plotting was a bit uneven at times, but I really enjoy the characters and the unique setting.
In 1838 Wiki Coffin enjoys his work as the linguist with the U.S. Exploring Expedition though he knows that long stretches along the Atlantic are boring and seemingly endless. Besides being the official translator to the seven vessel research project, he also does anything else his friend former Vincennes Captain George Rochester needs doing to keep the exploration running smooth. However, since Commander Wilkes demoted George to the rank of midshipman, Wiki is considering returning home. Wilkes dispatches the Swallow headed by Lieutenant Forsythe with Wiki aboard to take a look at allegedly uninhabited Ilha Tubarao which is Portuguese for Shark Island. The crew finds the distressed sealer Annawan taking in water after hitting the reef near the island. Wilkes wonders if these sailors claiming to be out of Connecticut are pirates as there are no seals in the equatorial zone. Not long after the naval crew of the Swallow and Wiki board the damaged ship, the murdered corpse of Annawan¿s Captain Reed is found with the evidence clearly pointing towards Lieutenant Forsythe as the culprit. Though he detests Forsythe and knows first hand how violent and abusive the lieutenant is, Wiki believes he did not commit the homicide and sets out to prove who did. --- SHARK ISLAND, the sequel to fabulous WATERY GRAVE, is an excellent historical mystery that uses as the setting of the real U.S. Exploring Expedition of 1838. The who-done-it is cleverly devised so that the audience like most of the sailors leans heavily towards Forsythe as the killer. The hero courageously investigates in spite of loathing the prime culprit. However, although the homiceide case is fun to follow, the seafaring scientific expedition makes this must reading for historical fans. --- Harriet Klausner