Armada’s Wake (Jack Stannard of the Navy Royal Book 3) by J. D. Davies
English | 2020| Mystery/Thriller| ePUB | 3.0 MB
The beacons are lit – the Armada is sighted off the English coast. The thrilling final instalment of the Navy Royal trilogy.
1588: The greatest naval force of its age bears down upon England. As a devastating battle looms, a nation holds its breath.
Jack Stannard, grandson of the original Jack, is stationed on Drake’s warship Revenge. His father, Tom, commands his own vessel and even his grandfather is close by. Each must be ready for the greatest battle of their lives.
Everything is at stake: the fleet, the Queen, England and behind it all something even more binding. Family. On every front they must triumph…
A brilliant and intricate portrait of one of the world’s most important sea battles and its aftermath, Armada’s Wake is a masterpiece of historical adventure, perfect for fans of Patrick O’Brian, C. S. Forester and Bernard Cornwell.
It was commonly believed on the lower deck of the great galleass Girona – indeed, if rumour were to be believed, even in the officers’ quarters at the stern – that the ancient man called Juan could never die.
Even those who publicly scoffed at this, such as Captain Spinola and especially the vessel’s unwavering priest, Fra Gordillo, nevertheless colluded in granting the old man certain privileges that would have been unthinkable for any other galley slave, and one of these was an allowance of far more time on the upper deck than was permitted to any other. Indeed, only a need for extreme speed saw Juan being chained to his oar, and even then, it was a purely nominal gesture. He was far too old to contribute much to the rowing. Nevertheless, Captain Spinola regarded him as one of the most valuable members of his crew. While the slaves of the other galleys and galleasses in the navies of the Rey Católico, the Catholic King Philip the Second of Spain, worked only to the inexorable beat of a drum, those aboard the Girona also kept time to, and joined in with, the still strong and strangely pure singing voice of el hombre que vivirá para siempre – the man who will live forever.
It was because of the extraordinary degree of privilege permitted him that Juan was standing at the ship’s rail of the Girona on that July day in the year of grace 1588, looking out to larboard. All around him, the one hundred and thirty ships of the vast Armada – the Most Fortunate Armada to most, the Invincible Armada to some of the young hotheads among the soldiers – processed in slow, stately and surely unchallengeable fashion. The Girona, under sail and not deploying her oars, was accompanied by her immediate consorts, the other three galleasses of Naples, with the San Lorenzo as their capitana under Don Hugo de Moncada. They were all brilliantly painted in red and gold, pennants streaming from their mastheads beneath the flags of Spain, Naples and the Papacy.