By the time Whiton knocked on his door with a round of coffee, Richard was dressed in his Continental Navy uniform of white knee-breeches, white cotton stockings, dress blue uniform coat with silk neck stock to match, and black leather shoes with polished silver buckles—an ensemble that fit him just as well as it had when he had last worn it after the Battle of Yorktown years ago. Left off, purposely, was the traditional cotton waistcoat. Algiers was too hot for that. Otherwise he looked every thread the American naval attaché acting on behalf of his government—except that, Richard reflected glumly, his country had neither a navy nor a consulate nor a viable government for which to act. At 10:30 he met Agreen and Chatfield by the larboard entry port. The rest of the crew was present as well—Pratt, Tremaine, Howland, Gardner, Blakely, all of them save for those on station by the oars in the bluff-bowed captain’s gig, swung out from its place of storage between the fore and main masts and waiting to ferry Richard to shore.
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