Beyond the Bounty

Beyond the Bounty by Tony Parsons

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Authors: Tony Parsons
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A Mighty Fire
    Our ship, the
Bounty
, was made of English oak and it made a mighty fire.
    We watched her burn from the shore of the tiny island. She was the ship that had been our home, our prison and our mad dream of freedom. The ship that had carried us to the end of the world.
    It burned.
    And before this night was over, our captain would burn with it.
    The night was full of the sound of the animals we had brought ashore and the crackle of burning wood. But there were no human sounds. Not until our captain howled with pain.
    ‘You burn our ship?’ cried Fletcher Christian. ‘You fools! Then how will we ever go home?’
    We watched him row out to the
Bounty
. We made no move to help or to hinder him. We just stood watching on the narrow beach of soft sand at the bottom of steep white cliffs.
    What a strange little party we were – eight English sailors from the
Bounty
, six men and eleven women from Tahiti, one of them with a babe in arms. After our many adventures on the rocky road to Eden, and after leaving some of our fellow sailors on Tahiti, that was all that we had left to build a new world. One of the women was crying. This was Maimiti, daughter of the King of Tahiti, a great beauty and wife of our captain, Fletcher Christian.
    We saw him reach the
Bounty
, climb on deck and go below. He stood out like a little black insect against the flames. We watched him throw useless buckets of water on the burning masts, the flaming sails and the smoking deck.
    We knew it was a battle that he could never win. When his clothes began to smoke and flame, we knew he knew it too.
    We watched him come back. Slowly, wearily. Rowing with the good arm he had left.
    There was not much to be done. He was badly burned and the life was already ebbing out of him. We lay him down on that narrow sandy beach. We gave him water. The women comforted his wife.
    And I held him as he died.
    Some of the men wept.
    The Tahitians who thought he was some kind of god. And even a few of the English seamen, who also placed him high above other men.
    I held him, but I was dry-eyed. Because I had never liked Fletcher Christian.
    Mister
Fletcher Christian.
    That’s always what he was to me –
Mister
Fletcher bloody Christian.
    From the first moment I saw him, looking dapper in his fine midshipman’s clothes on the deck of HMS
Bounty
as we set sail on 23rd December 1787 from Spithead, to the last moment I saw him dying of those terrible burns more than two years later on the beach of Pitcairn.
    I never cared for the fellow.
    Oh, I know the ladies in smart drawing rooms back in London probably still get all weepy when they think of Mister Fletcher Christian – so tall, so handsome, so doomed. And I knew men who would have followed Fletcher Christian to the gates of hell and beyond.
    But he was not for me.
    I knew him. Not the legend but the man. I saw his kindness and his courage when he faced down our first captain, William Bligh.
    I knew Fletcher Christian and I choked on the smell of his burning flesh as he died in my embrace. And I could see clear enough what the rest of the world saw in him too.
    He was blue-eyed and fair-haired, broad-shouldered and topping six foot. Clean of mind – at least until he fixed his telescope on those Tahitian maids – and clean of limb. Brave as a young lion.
    He stood up to Bligh’s foul cruelty when it would have been the easy thing to go below deck and puff his pipe and read his Bible. Instead Fletcher Christian led us, and he steered the
Bounty
and the mutineers into history.
    Even at the moment of his death, Fletcher’s heart was made of the same sturdy English oak as our ship. But I believe that we broke his heart when we torched the
Bounty
as she lay in the bay.
    We burned her to avoid detection. We burned her to prevent desertion.
    And most of all we burned her to avoid Fletcher Christian having the bright idea of going home to dear old England to explain our actions to some judge who would hang us

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