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Gray Tide 2 (2nd Edition)
(Author Unknown)

Introduction

    

    In Gray Tide in the East, I attempted to write a "scientific" alternate history, which is to say, one which was grounded as much as possible in the actual history of the period. It was as much a thought experiment in history as it was a novel, written for the purpose of exploring the consequences of one changed historical event in a rigorous way, while doing so in as entertainingly as possible. I wanted to avoid as much as I could wild and wooly speculations, and stay with what could be reasonably supported by historical research. 

    Gray Tide is, as many readers have noted, a short book. The main reason for its brevity is that I was constrained by the self-imposed rules set forth above. It is an elementary proposition of alternate history that the further one travels in time past the changed event (the "point of departure" or "POD," to use alternate history jargon), the more one is forced to speculate, and the less one can rely on actual history. (This is known as the "Butterfly Effect" in AH circles.) The POD for Gray Tide occurs in 1914, and the book ends in 1916, because I did not wish to stray far what I believed the historical sources could support. I also thought the book was fairly complete and reasonably self-contained.

    After Gray Tide was published, however, numerous reviewers assumed that it was only the first in a planned series, and that there was a sequel in the works. I had no plans for a sequel, as any such project could not be written with the rigor of the original, due to the afore-mentioned Butterfly Effect. 

    In the end, I capitulated to the demands of my readers, and you are now reading the result. I have tried to apply the methods of the first book to the current one by using actual historical persons in the stories, and by doing my best to base the events herein on the historical record wherever and whenever possible.

    On the other hand, given that this book was not intended to be a counter-factual study like the preceding book, I was free to create more plot complications and to explore and develop the characters, in short: to concentrate more on fiction than history. I can only hope that the readers will find this book satisfactory as both fiction and history

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High Tide

    

    

    Martinique

    





Chapter One

WASHINGTON, D.C., APRIL 12, 1923

    

    Rear Admiral William Sims read the memorandum again as he waited for the officer he had summoned to arrive at his office.  This, the ninth or possibly tenth review of the note was quite unnecessary, as Sims had memorized its contents, but he found that each re-reading stimulated further speculations about the future, a future which he strongly suspected would bring, in the words of the old Chinese curse, "interesting times".

    The Chief of Naval Intelligence stroked the neatly trimmed white fringe of beard that decorated his narrow chin as he considered the implications of the State Department memorandum.  Leaving aside the whole issue of the Monroe Doctrine, he considered it extremely likely that the British would go berserk if they suspected that Imperial Germany was?

    His train of thought was derailed by a buzz from his intercom.  "Lieutenant Commander Spruance is here, but I don't see his name in the appointment book.  Shall I send him away?" the tinny-sounding voice of his secretary asked as it emerged from the speaker.

    Not for the first time, Sims considered firing his old harridan of a secretary-receptionist.  If it were not for the fact that Hilda Davies was the fastest typist and most efficient shorthand scribe in the Navy Department, he would have sacked her long before.  He thought about reminding Hilda that she had personally placed Sims' call ordering Spruance to report to his office immediately, and asking if that did not imply he wanted to see the man right away, and then he shook his head.  Trying to get such a woman to understand that there were times to vary from routine was as pointless as attempting to teach a mule the Tennessee Waltz.  Both were simply unsuited to the task by Nature.

    Sims was not aware of the low growling noise he was making as he pushed the intercom button and barked, "No, Miss Davies, send him in to me."

    A moment later the door to the inner office opened, and Lieutenant Commander Raymond Spruance entered, his hat tucked under his left arm.  He was of unexceptional appearance, with a medium build and height, dark brown hair and brown eyes.  But there was something about him, a certain air, that suggested hidden qualities, not the least of which was a profound intelligence.  Sims believed him to be one of the most promising officers in the entire Navy.

    "Have a seat, Ray," Sims said, returning the other man's salute and motioning him to a chair.  "How is the work coming in your section?"  Spruance was assigned to analyzing new weapons being developed by potential rival navies.

    After giving the Admiral's question due consideration, Spruance answered, "We're not getting either the quality or quantity of information we need, sir.  For example, I would like to have more hard numbers on the range of the new Japanese torpedo, instead of rumors.  Also, we still don't know if that new hull the Germans are laying down is intended to be a battle-cruiser or an aircraft carrier, and?"

    Sims nodded.  "You're going to have to turn those problems over to somebody else for a while.  I have a new assignment for you, if you're interested."

    Spruance sat up a little straighter at the words "new assignment."  Ever since he had begun his tour of duty at Intelligence, he had made no secret of his desire to return to a shipboard assignment.  His stint as C.O. of two destroyers, first Dale and later Osborne, had been the high points of his career so far, and he would have gladly exchanged his desk in Washington for the bridge of a fighting ship again.  He would even have settled for a billet as the executive officer on a cruiser, or better, on the new aircraft carrier Langley.

    "If you're looking for a new ship, Ray, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," Sims said.  "We need you for intelligence work.  You just told me you aren't satisfied with the information coming in from our agents; well, neither am I.  Today, I was handed this memorandum under the endorsement of the Secretary of the Navy, but originated in State."  He tapped the sheet that lay before him on his desk.  "The State Department wants to borrow a naval officer for an investigation."

    Spruance raised an eyebrow.  The request was unusual, to say the least.  The State Department surely had its own sources of information, and he had never heard of them asking for help from Naval Intelligence before.

    "It's a small matter, really," Sims continued.  "Secretary of State Wood wants somebody to take a trip down to Martinique to have a look around.  That somebody should be intelligent, discreet, and a Navy man.  Depending on what he finds, it might just mean war with the German Empire.  So, are you interested?"

    "War?" repeated the startled Spruance.  "Is the situation really that serious, sir?"

    Sims' expression was stern.  "You tell me," he said.  He produced a cardboard tube from which he slid a map. He unrolled the map on his desk, placing a paperweight on one end and a stapler on the other to keep it from curling back up.

    "Our consul down in Wilhelmshaven? that's the capital of Martinique ??" used to be called Fort-de-France before the Germans took over ? heard some scuttlebutt about a big new port facility being built at a little town called La Trinitie across the island from the capital."  Sims jabbed the map with a finger to indicate the locations of the various places named.  "Now, the main harbor at Wilhelmshaven handles all the blue-water traffic for the island with ease.  In fact, it has a lot more capacity than Martinique needs, because the French built it up a few years before the war with the idea of making it the major trans-shipment port for their Caribbean trade.  So what reason would anybody have to develop another deep water port on Martinique, when the one already there can handle twice as much shipping as it actually gets?"

    Spruance considered the question, his eyes narrowing slightly.  "Well, it doesn't sound like a commercial proposition, anyway," he said.

    "That's what our man thought, too," Sims agreed.  "He made a few inquiries, and confirmed that there is a big construction project underway at La Trinitie.  When he asked the German commercial attach� about it, he was told it was a project of the Hamburg-America Line, who building a modern base for e new Caribbean routes they were developing.  Oddly enough, neither the commercial attach� nor Hamburg-America could provide any details.  The consul? his name is Welles, by the way? wasn't satisfied with this explanation, so he went over to La Trinitie to see what was going on for himself.  The new facility is being built directly across the bay from the old town on the Caravelle Peninsula. Interestingly enough, the Germans had put up fences obstructing the view from land, and even put some on rafts to keep it from being seen from the water."

    "It sounds as if Hamburg-America is nervous about what they're building back there, or something," Spruance commented.

    "Or something," Sims agreed grimly.  "The gate guarded by a squad of armed men.  Welles went over there, identified himself, and asked to be allowed to look around in his official capacity as the American consul."

    "Let me guess: they declined to give him the nickel tour," Spruance said.

    "Within ten minutes a very excited flunky appeared at the gate to tell Welles that it was completely out of the question, because the company was not allowing any unauthorized persons inside until the facility was ready to open.  Our consul was told in no uncertain terms not to come back, and furthermore, if he was found prying around the site again, the colonial Governor would ask the State Department for his recall," Sims said.  "Now, what do you make of that?"

    "It seems like a strange way for a commercial shipping line to treat an official representative of the United States government," Spruance replied slowly.  "What sort of top secret facility would Hamburg-American be likely to have, anyway? Now, if the new port facility is not really a Hamburg-America venture at all, but is actually being developed by a government?"

    "The German government, let's just say?" Sims interjected.

    Spruance nodded his head and continued, "?and that government wanted to keep the facility a secret until it was completed before officially announcing it, so as to present a fait accompli to?"

    "To the United States, for example?" Sims put in.

    "?then, I suppose there might some sense in keeping the new facility under wraps," Spruance finished.  "But what could the Germans be building behind those all fences that they would need to keep secret, except?"  He trailed off.

    "Yeah," Sims said.  "What other than a brand new base in the Western Hemisphere for the High Seas Fleet?" Sims asked.  "And if that is what they're doing down in Martinique, we could be at war with Germany before the leaves fall."