“When we put on this uniform, Mr. Hornblower, we entered into a life of adventure and adversity, but above all, a life of duty. A duty to our people, our king, our country, but also, a duty to our men. We must always be a source of inspiration to them, Mr. Hornblower, and whatever may befall us, whatever, we must never forget we are officers in his majesty’s navy.”
In the same year he three times risked his life to save others. But his most famous act of this kind was in the following January, while his was lying in Hamoaze. A large transport, the Dutton, with part of the 2nd regiment (The Queens) on board, bound for the West Indies, was driven into Plymouth by bad weather and ran aground under the citadel. There she lay broadside on to the heavy sea, and at the second roll she threw all her masts overboard at once.
Sir Edward was driving out to dinner when he heard the news; he ran to the shore and found that the principal officers of the transport had just gone on shore, leaving the other five or six hundred men on board to their fate. Neither they nor any of the local pilots would attempt to board the ship for any reward that could be offered. “Then I will go myself,” said Sir Edward. He was hauled on board the Dutton by a single rope, and badly hurt by being dragged under the fallen main-mast, but he reached the deck and took command. He promised at once that he would be the last to quit the deck, also that he would save everyone who obeyed him and run through anyone who disobeyed him; at which the men gave him three cheers.
The women and children were sent first, and Sir Edward stood guard with drawn sword-a very necessary precaution, for many of the soldiers were drunk. In the end everyone was saved, Edward last, and immediately afterwards the ship went to pieces.
This was a great public service, and it gained for Sir Edward a popularity which astonished him. The Corporation presented him with the freedom of Plymouth; the merchants of Liverpool gave him a valuable service of plate; the King made him a baronet and added a stranded ship for his crest. But as usual, he had his own way of taking these things; the reward he gave himself was to obtain a commission in the navy for Mr. Coghlan, the young mate who had brought the first boat alongside the wreck, and to offer him a place in the Indefatigable, where he became a distinguished officer.
The Book of the Blue Sea by Sir Henry John Newbolt
Author’s Note: One in a series of oneshots exploring various characters from the Horatio Hornblower miniseries and their relationships with each other. This one focuses on the Dadmiral and takes place after The Frogs and the Lobsters (The Wrong War).
Captain Pellew watched Hornblower’s back as the boy slowly exited his cabin. Even the door’s shrill squeak seemed melancholy in light of recent events. The mission had been a damned disaster, it couldn’t be denied, though Hornblower had salvaged it as well as he could.
Pellew threw his correspondence down on his desk, disgusted. The idea that the Admiralty could have condoned such a suicide run was preposterous and, frankly, insulting to the officers involved. What had been gained? No land, no tactical advantage, not even any morale in this blasted war.
He had to admit that the personal damage done to his young Lieutenant angered him just as much as the other injustices. Since Hornblower had joined his crew, the boy had done nothing but prove himself worthy. He had not asked specifically what had happened in Muzillac, but he decided to discreetly obtain the information from a member of the crew.
As a boy he would do handstands out on the yardarm, and even as a captain he could still climb to the tops faster than any of his men. On at least four occasions he is known to have leapt into the water to save men who had fallen overboard, and he became a local hero in Plymouth when he dived into stormy seas in order to supervise the evacuation of a ship that had run aground. According to Taylor, Pellew was the likely model for Jack Aubrey in Patrick O’Brian’s novels: a captain who was ruthless in action, affectionate with his crew, and magnanimous to those he defeated in battle.
Excerpt from a Telegraph review of Commander: The Life and Exploits of Britain’s Greatest Frigate Captain, by Stephen Taylor
Sir Edward Pellew:
- Sends his awesome steward to his fave as a gift
- has a fave
- Doesn’t save the best friend of the fave
- cHOOSES TO SAVE A DEAD MANS STANDING IN SOCIETY OVER A LIVING PERSON
- Gets seasick when his job is a t s e a
- falls in love with girls in like two days
- wow so much duty such honour many bad decisions
- Is the Pellew’s fave
- Literally did one exam ever and failed it then somehow became the best dude to ever do sailing
- Becomes bffs with literally everyone even the guys holding him prisoner
- Sparkles like freshly fallen snow
- Is fighty at the wrong time
- Too pure for the navy
- … probably snores
- Bad at threats. Like “do this and I’ll do it to you” isn’t original or witty
- Still has all his shit when on half pay. Probably was selling his soul
- Replaced Archie as Horatio’s true bff.
- will never /truely/ replace Archie.
- Is really The Doctor. Should have used the TARDIS
-jk he’s not problematic
- has done nothing wrong
- is too old to be called my son
- is my son