It was nighttime in the shipyard, the working day long…
It was a month before the burning of the Tennessee,…
Even before the shooting started, Bowater guessed that his blue-water…
Wendy Atkins looked at the letter in her hand. Crumpled…
Samuel Bowater ran forward, reached the bottom of the ladder…
Wendy let Molly lead the way to the train station.
The morning after the brawl, Bowater woke with an unaccustomed…
Wendy Atkins had a disconnected, free-floating feeling, like one of…
Hieronymus Taylor found himself wandering about the decks of the…
Wendy Atkins had been in a play once. She had…
Second Master Thomas B. Gregory, United States Navy, in command of Mortar…
When your sanctuary becomes your hell, there’s no damned place…
The tug rolled along under a perfect blue sky, the…
The Union fleet was getting under way, but Wendy and…
By the time they dragged Hieronymus Taylor back on board…
The next morning, Samuel Bowater went to Shirley’s yard and…
The Norwegians were kindness itself to the pair of exhausted-looking,…
In the dark, Wendy saw Molly make her move for…
Samuel Bowater felt like Noah’s less-enlightened neighbor.
Samuel Bowater had seen his share of theaters and opera…
They stepped tentatively through the iron gates of the shipyard,…
Samuel Bowater walked stiffly uphill to the hospital. He was…
Flag Officer Josiah Tattnall stared through field glasses at the…
Mississippi Mike steadfastly refused to allow his literary doppelgänger to…
Wendy could feel her confidence and her boat-handling ability growing…
Midshipman Hardin Littlepage brought the news: Lieutenant Jones’s boat was…
Wendy saw Newcomb running up the trail toward them. It…
It was some time after the death of CSS Virginia…
For Bowater, stepping into command was like pulling on an…
Flag Officer Charles Davis, United States Navy, looked around his…
There was going to be a battle. A fight on…
The Union ironclad fleet had let loose with a full…
The impact tore Taylor’s fingers from the throttle valve and…
Wendy Atkins was riding the same emotional seesaw as the…
Bowater slept fitfully and not long, lurching along on the…
By June 30, 1863, the Battle of Memphis was a…