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Bahamian Rhapsody

David J Andrews

Smashwords Edition Published by M-y books Ltd at Smashwords)

Copyright 2009 David J Andrews


"Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe."


HG Wells


"The great unwritten history of our age is the history of our imaginations. Of all the millions of ordinary people whose thoughts and dreams never get recorded."


Anon


PRELUDE



Drake he’s in his hammock an’ a thousand miles away,

(Captain, art tha sleeping’ there below?)

Slung a’tween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,

An dreaming arl the time o’ Plymouth Hoe.


Drake's Drum

(Sir Henry Newbold)


South Caribbean Sea 1595


Immersed in his own thoughts, Sir Francis Drake, the man whose name was known and feared throughout the Spanish Empire, agitatedly paced the deck of his five hundred and fifty tonne flagship "Defiance". He had reached his mid-fifties and though a surprisingly diminutive man with a slight figure, he exuded that indefinable quality of leadership to which others naturally and comfortably defer. He had long ago achieved the status of a living legend on the Spanish Main. His arrival in his favourite hunting grounds, the Western Atlantic and the Caribbean caused consternation and panic amongst Spaniards on both land and sea. The light was slowly dimming as he stood on the port side of the ship, the setting sun highlighting his face and giving more colour to the fringe of his ginger beard now rapidly becoming streaked with grey, and framing a deeply tanned face who’s lines betrayed a recent illness. An aqueous ball constantly plagued him in his leg, and severe back pains often forced him to while away many lonely hours at sea, painting in his cabin.

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