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  • Mass Market Paperback: 496 pages
  • Publisher: Roc; Reprint edition (Oct. 4 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0451464060
  • ISBN-13: 978-0451464064
  • Product Dimensions: 10.9 x 3.5 x 17.3 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 240 g
  • Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #189,728 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Taylor Anderson teaches at Tarleton State University in Stephenville, Texas, and is the author of The Life and Tools of the Rocky Mountain Free Trapper.

William Dufris has been nominated nine times as a finalist for the APA's prestigious Audie Award and has garnered tweny-one Earphones Awards from AudioFile magazine, which also named him one of the Best Voices at the End of the Century. --This text refers to the Audio CD edition.

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Chapter 9
Eastern Sea

When Walker sounded her "drowning goose" general quarters alarm for predawn battle stations, Matt was surprised to hear the thunder of drums on the ships nearby, sending their own crews to action stations. He remembered that Jenks had expressed interest in the practice several times. Evidently, Matt's explanation that they did it because dawn was a dangerous time of day when enemy ships—and in their "old" war, submarines in particular—might see their silhouette before they saw the enemy, had made eminent sense to the Imperial commodore. It looked like Jenks was beginning to institute the practice among all the ships of his command. That was certainly for the good—if they all became true allies someday. Matt realized, however, that he might have given away a serious advantage if the Empire and Alliance ever found themselves on opposite sides. Oh, well, it couldn't be helped. Right now, they had the same cause and they needed their friends to be prepared

That morning, instead of standing down into a morning routine, Matt gave the order to "make all preparations for getting underway." Sparks began to rise from nearby stacks, and black and gray smoke curled into the air as Walker and the "squadron," consisting of Achilles, Icarus, and Ulysses, raised steam and prepared to pull their hooks. Their immediate destination was an old Imperial outpost—probably the first. Jenks said the island, called Respite, was the first hospitable place his ancestors had encountered on their voyage to the East, and it was there they'd rested, victualed, and taken on fresh water before continuing in search of the most remote place they could find. Some few had stayed, tired of the seemingly endless journey, and Respite had been almost constantly inhabited ever since. Over time, it became the regional capital of all the surrounding islands and until recently, the western frontier of the Empire. It had been to one of the newer, slightly more northwestern outposts under Respite's jurisdiction that Rebecca's one-armed protector, Sean O'Casey, had been fleeing the Imperial hangman after an unsuccessful rebellion against Company usurpation of Imperial authority. It had been only wild coincidence that Princess Rebecca Anne McDonald had been dispatched aboard the same doomed ship by her father, the Governor-Emperor himself. In his effort to provide for her safety from increasingly dark Company machinations, he'd set the wheels in motion that left her marooned and presumed dead these two long years. In the end, the Company had snatched her anyway.

The best thing, from the perspectives of Matt and Jenks, was that Respite's inhabitants had become increasingly dissatisfied with the arbitrary policies enacted by the distant Imperial government—particularly as the Courts of Directors and Proprietors fell increasingly into the hands of the Company. The "Respitans" had always been a self-sufficient, individualistic lot, and Jenks suspected they would have supported O'Casey's rebellion if they'd caught wind of it in time. He was sure that when USS Walker and her consorts arrived with news of the fight that Walker and Achilles had had with Company and pressed Imperial warships bent on murdering the princess, they would find themselves among a sympathetic population and territorial governor. A perfect place for the Allied supply ships and tankers to head for.

Icarus flew her Imperial flag once more, and Matt noticed with interest that Ulysses' new Imperial flag flew above her old Company flag. He wondered what the next Company ship or official they encountered would think of that. Bosun's pipes twittered similar or familiar calls on every ship, and the special sea and anchor detail on Walker's fo'c'sle sprayed the anchor chain with hoses as the steam capstan sent it dripping and clattering into the locker below. Finally, the anchor was aweigh and the little crane forward hoisted it into its cut-out storage space forward. Matt watched while the other ships' anchors were raised and secured, and was struck by how primitive his own ship was in many ways. The stocks on Imperial anchors were wood and Walker's was iron, but the overall shape was virtually identical. His ship was probably the last class in the U.S. Navy to use the old-style anchors, a design completely unchanged for a hundred years, but the Imperial model was even older.

He shook his head and strode from the bridgewing to the chart table. No one aboard was really sure where they were headed anymore. Somewhere in what they remembered as the Carolines, he supposed. It seemed the farther east they steamed, the less relevant their charts of the "old world" became. Courtney Bradford took the disparity between their charts and the actual locations of the various islands of the "Eastern Sea" as a matter of course. He still insisted that the larger, exposed surface area of the atolls was consistent with his Ice Age theory, and Matt had to agree there might be something to that. The fact that, according to the charts Jenks had loaned them, these Carolines were larger and more substantial than Matt remembered, or the old charts indicated, seemed to follow. What didn't make any sense to Matt and many others was why the atolls, or actual islands, had been so shifted around. They'd discovered quite a few islands in—call them the Marshalls for lack of anything better—where there shouldn't be anything at all. The island where they'd made their emergency repairs was one example. According to Jenks's charts, other substantial atolls such as Kwajalein didn't even exist. Bradford maintained that it was all perfectly understandable. Matt only wished Courtney would find some way to make it just as easily explainable. In the meantime, and for the foreseeable future, he would have to trust Imperial charts of the region.

"All ahead one-third," Matt said. "Make your course one, one, five."

"Ahead one-third," Staas-Fin, or "Finny," replied. "One, one, five, ay!" The blower rumbled contentedly and Walker gathered way. Juan arrived with his battered carafe and a tray of cups and Matt accepted one with thanks. Juan's coffee was terrible, even using the ersatz beans of this world, but it was coffee of a sort and that's all that matters sometimes.

"Thanks, Juan," Captain Reddy murmured as he brought the green foam-rimmed brew to his lips.

"My pleasure, Cap-tan! Would you like breakfast? A haircut perhaps? A hot towel and a shave would do wonders for you," he hinted. Matt's razor had about given up the ghost, and he'd finally relented and begun growing a beard like the rest of the men under his command. "I traded a case of rusty cans of 'scum weenies' for a new Imperial razor!" he declared in triumph. "It is quite sharp!"

Matt scratched his itchy chin and winced. He'd love a shave—but he had never let Juan shave him despite the Filipino's incessant attempts. Now… he had the only razor. Matt was convinced that if he ever relented, Juan would be shaving him for the rest of his life. On the other hand, he'd always believed that keeping himself well-groomed was important. It was just his little way of showing defiance in the face of the odds against them. "No matter how bad it gets, the Skipper always shaves." Something like that.

He sighed. "Well, can we do it right here? I mean, can I just sit here in my chair?"

Juan beamed. "Of course, Cap-tan! In fact, it would be best, I believe. The chair is just the right height! I will return in a moment!" With that, Juan darted away and Matt looked around the bridge. Finny was trying to suppress a grin and the lookouts diligently studied the horizon. Norman Kutas glanced at the chart and stepped around the chart house—probably so Matt wouldn't see him crack up. True to his word, Juan returned quickly. He had two 'Cat mess attendants in tow, one with a basin of hot water, the other holding some damp, steaming towels. Juan immediately removed Matt's hat and draped a towel over his face.

"Oh, for God's sake, Juan! I thought you were just going to shave me!" he muttered under the towel. "I can't conn the ship like this!"

The shipwide comm suddenly blared. "Now hear this!" It was Chief Bosun's Mate Fitzhugh Gray's voice. He was in on it too! Gray was around sixty, barely shorter than his captain, but the man who'd once grown flabby and jaded on the China station of the U.S. Asiatic Fleet had transformed into a lean, powerful pillar of moral authority within the Alliance. He was no longer a "mere" chief bosun's mate; there were plenty of those in the rapidly expanding American Navy. He'd become something much more, still ill-defined. Officially, he commanded Matt's personal security detail, the "Captain's Guard," and was "chief armsman of the supreme Allied Commander." Unofficially, he was often referred to as "The S.B." (Super Bosun), but most, even Chief Bosun's Mate Bashear, still just called him "the Bosun." To Matt, and probably Matt alone, he was still just "Boats."

"Now hear this!" Gray repeated. "Lieutenant Steele to the bridge! The exec will take the conn while the captain endures his mornin' toy-letty!" A roar of laughter echoed through the ship, amid the stamping of Lemurian feet.

"Oh my God, Boats!" Matt groaned, but he couldn't help laughing. "Put yourself on report! And… whoever else is responsible for this stunt!"

"Aye, aye, Skipper," Gray said, "but beggin' the Skipper's pardon, your beard is startin' to look a little scruffy." He lowered his voice. "That, and with all the stuff that's been goin' on, the fight, the chase for the girls… me and a few of the fellas figured you could use a laugh. Besides, you've always stayed shaved through a lot worse scrapes than this. Don't want the fellas to think you're lett...

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12 of 12 people found the following review helpful
Keep writing them, I'll keep reading them Feb. 13 2011
By azog - Published on Amazon.com
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I have no major complaints on this volume. It pretty much keeps up with the prior volumes, and we start to get more and more into the heads of the terrible Grik. Thankfully the book ends with the conflicts being unresolved, which means there will be more to come, and I look forward to reading more.

There was no preface matter, which kind of made it a bit hard to bite in to. At this stage in the story, we're following at least four separate plot lines, and it can be a bit cumbersome at times to keep things straight. For instance: two different crews salvaging two different vessels, as well as a group of castaways. One of the salvage crews meets up with the castaways in a manner which felt rather rushed to me, under circumstances I would normally find unbelievable.

The Kindle edition could use a wee bit more editing, as random capitalization appeared in italicized phrases.
13 of 14 people found the following review helpful
excellent Feb. 6 2011
By Harriet Klausner - Published on Amazon.com
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WWII USS Walker Navy destroyer Captain Matt Reddy leads his crew to Hawaii. They and his new friend New British Imperial Navy Commander Jenks face a difficult task of rescuing two women from a traitor. For Reddy and Jenks the abductions are personal as Nurse Tucker and Princess Rebecca are the victims. However, their effort to obtain help from the Honorable New Britain Company fails. The pair realizes the New Britain Company is dishonorable and must be destroyed before a velvet coup d'etat occurs. Reddy also must forge the Grand Alliance with the New British Empire; though he loathes the latter's slavery policy as an inhuman abomination.

The pact with the Empire angers the displaced Holy Dominion colonial Spaniards. Worshippers of a blood sacrificial form of Catholicism, they vow to slaughter Matt and his crew. Meanwhile Reddy's junior officers are delegated to having responsibilities that lead to unfortunate and in some cases avoidable deaths. The leaders learn under this under the baptism of fire, but face the moral aftermaths of sending people to die.

As the war remains heated in this parallel Destroyermen universe, the officers of the USS Walker obtain a taste of decision making in combat when they know they will send young people to their deaths. Adding to that gut wrenching horror is inexperience leads to errors compounding the deadly count. Eisenhower understood this when he ordered D-Day knowing thousands of young men would never go home and as president carefully used the military something his successors never learned. Besides the anguish of sending people to die even for a worthy cause, Taylor Anderson provides an incredible battle at sea that will have readers in awe rereading it and ponder nature's involvement in the war with the destruction of Talaud Island.

Harriet Klausner
15 of 18 people found the following review helpful
Another Excellent Work Feb. 6 2011
By William Meinert - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Hardcover
Taylor Anderson has joined the ranks of Harry Turtledove and John Ringo as a master of alternative history fiction. His latest book wraps up neatly the threads spun in his last book, and now his fans are left dealing with the implications. Others have detailed the plot, and I see no need to go into it, but suffice it to say that any history buff, military buff, and World War 2 buff can and should read and enjoy these books! Like many of his fans, I will now wait in breathless expectation for the next book in the saga. Well done, Mr. Taylor, Well done!
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
What's Not to Like? March 25 2011
By Jeff Kindrick - Published on Amazon.com
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There is something in this book to satisfy a variety of tastes in SF: military, parallel universe, "modern" techs' affect on more primitive society and more. War is not a glorious, romantic adventure, but it does bring out the absolute best, and worst, traits in human behavior like no other activity invented by mankind. As the "Destroyermen" series has progressed, Taylor Anderson has become ever more adept at showcasing these different faces of armed conflict via continually evolving, multi-dimensional characters. The majority of the beings in these books are sentient non-humans and he does a decent job of getting inside some of their heads in a believable way (I doubt its even possible for any relatively sane human to imagine and describe totally alien thought patterns), even introducing a surprising new race to the mix in this book.

The technical details and operational descriptions of service aboard a destroyer bring an added layer of authenticity to all the books of this series, and there is no let up in "Rising Tides". My own service was in the Naval Aviation community in the Vietnam War; my squadron twice deployed aboard U.S.S. Enterprise and plied some of the same waters as Matt Reddy's U.S.S. Walker, but life aboard a nuclear carrier is very different from life aboard even a modern destroyer let alone a WWI vintage four stacker. Immersed in this book I feel the vibrations, smell the mix of odors and hear the sounds whether in the ship's day-to-day routine or the heat of combat.

There are fewer "flashback" references to events in earlier books of the series which suits me. The Kindle edition does have some "typos" but so do many hard and soft cover books. I've enjoyed every book in the series but I think this is my favorite.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
A great addition to the series Aug. 13 2011
By Shaun Hullick - Published on Amazon.com
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Being a fan of of this genre, with other favourites being the Lost Regiment,Sea of Time, Vampire Earth and other alternate reality offerings, I find this series engrossing. The plot, character development and design of this world spanning tale have all the ingredients for a classic in the field.

I would highly recommend this book and series to any fan of the genre.