The Rainbow. A World War One on Canada's West Coast Timeline

Driftless

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Yes, I think the story would fit well as a movie in the golden age of swashbuckling. But I also long for some modern special effects for the bigger explosions.

Find one of those old coastal steamers as a stand-in for Prince Rupert, et al, and really sink it as they did with the Ile de France for 1960 's "The Last Voyage". (A very good suspense movie, by the way.... The real decks of the ship were awash with seawater, as the Ile de France was being sunk off the coast of Japan)
 
Find one of those old coastal steamers as a stand-in for Prince Rupert, et al, and really sink it as they did with the Ile de France for 1960 's "The Last Voyage". (A very good suspense movie, by the way.... The real decks of the ship were awash with seawater, as the Ile de France was being sunk off the coast of Japan)
The last of the coastal steamers in BC was the Princess Marguerite. She ran Victoria to Seattle until 1989, when she was retired, sold to Singapore to be a floating casino, then was scrapped in 1997. I remember the TV ads for that ship from when I was a kid, but never went on her. The Princess Marguerite II was build after World War 2.
 
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Yes, I think the story would fit well as a movie in the golden age of swashbuckling. But I also long for some modern special effects for the bigger explosions.
I agree but there is one problem! All those movies of that era had a heroine, and you haven't written one of those into your storyline...;)
 

Driftless

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I agree but there is one problem! All those movies of that era had a heroine, and you haven't written one of those into your storyline...;)
:biggrin: Oh, a mere detail like that has never stopped Hollywood..... In this case, her part would be written in as an American heiress who winds up on one of the warships (the screenwriter figures out a convoluted reason why)
 
:biggrin: Oh, a mere detail like that has never stopped Hollywood..... In this case, her part would be written in as an American heiress who winds up on one of the warships (the screenwriter figures out a convoluted reason why)
Well we do refer to ships as HER or SHE, so we have Rainbow and Nurenberg as the non-classical heroines.
 
I agree but there is one problem! All those movies of that era had a heroine, and you haven't written one of those into your storyline...;)
Did I specifically say that all of the POV characters are men...?

This is a problem with the story I agree, and I do actually agree beyond the need to put a star actress name on the marquee for the 1950 movie. But I have not changed this alternate 1914 enough that women are members of the officer class in The German or British or Austro-Hungarian Empires. And this story is so plot driven and stream of consciousness, (meaning I do not know what is going to happen 5 chapters from now) that I do not see a place for that character.

The 1960 Movie Under Ten Flags was a Hollywood telling of the journey of the German raider Atlantis. Mylene Demongeot is the hot captured passenger that turns up the sexual tension on the crowded ship and does a hoochie-koochie dance all over the deck fixtures. I knew I didn't want that.

This is a road movie, not a romance, I know that much too. The prize crews taken include women, but I have not given those characters much of a role, and the captured prize crews are unloaded at the first opportunity, so they can't stay with the main plot line. So where could a cool woman character fit into this timeline? Journalist on one of the ships? Cryptographer at the Esquimalt Y station, al la the Imitation Game? Barnstorming airplane pilot? There was an American woman pilot who stunt flew in Victoria or Vancouver near this time. The Brave Boys could be Brave Girls. The best I have managed to do so far is that when women and girl characters do make brief appearances, they are strong, and true to their natures, and are hopefully memorable in some way. I really am fond of the Langara Point lighthouse keeper's daughter, in the chapter News of The War, and the Wireless operator's daughter and her mother in the chapter A Spark Dancing, even though they have very few lines. Those characters are actually historical people, by the way.

It probably wouldn't be that hard. If Von Schönberg was more hard hardhearted, but had a woman diplomat, or civilian doctor from Tsingtao, who had his ear and could act as his moral center...

I had a previous unwritten story in my head that had many of these elements, but it was a Steampunk story set during the Russo Japanese War, and had a main character who was a very swashbuckling woman samurai sent by the Empress of Japan, and there were airships, and the Russians were trying to capture Tikolai Tesla at his first AC powerhouse in Cascade BC, to get a warranty claim on the death ray he sold them didn't work...

But in its current form, this movie fails the Bechdel Test. I am learning to live with that.
BechdelRule

Credit: Cartoon from Alison Bechdel's 1985 comic strip Dykes to Watch Out For

This is not an invitation to slam revisionist history or anything. Just sharing what is going on in my head.
 
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Did I specifically say that all of the POV characters are men...

My original comment was flippant to say the least, but now you have me wondering...🤔...about the only place I can think of adding a strong female character might be as the person who bought the subs. A strong lady who recently inherited her fortune and is bent on improving Canada's military preparedness. Something like that. Then the character could be woven into the story line without really changing what is happening.

Anyways, like I've said before, great job with the story. I am enjoying it immensely.
 

marathag

Banned
Credit: Cartoon from Alison Bechel's 1985 comic strip Dykes to Watch Out For
There was another test, if the Female character(s) is replaced with a Tiffany Lamp, would the story change in any meaningful way for advancing the plot, besides being the Mcguffin or just set dressing.
 
Suspicious ships and activity
Aug 20, 1300 hours, HMC Dockyard Esquimalt.

The Senior Intelligence Officer was attempting to stave off despair. If the glut of reports of suspicious ships and activity had been overwhelming on days previous, it only became more so with each passing day, even discounting the wireless distress calls that were known to be bogus.

CGS Newington had been dispatched to chase down reports from fishermen of a Chilean barque coaling a German cruiser in Belize Inlet, off Queen Charlotte Sound.

CGS Alcedo was investigating an overheard plot that German merchants were provisioning a warship at Minstrel Island in Knight inlet.

CGS Malaspina, sister ship of the missing patrol vessel Galiano, was responding to reports that a gang of German Americans and Fenian Irishmen were gathering a fleet of expediently armed vessels at Roche Harbour at San Juan Island, and were preparing to mount an invasion of Victoria. The United States Revenue Cutter Service vigorously denied this claim, and had a ship mirroring the Malaspina’s every move, each on their respective side of the maritime border.

Captain Blake of CGS Falcon was also having sharp words with the United States Revenue Cutter Service as he tried to confirm the veracity of reports that a cruiser had recently been coaling off Prince of Wales Island in Alaska. Yes, the USRCS was aware of these reports. Yes, the United States of America took its responsibilities as a neutral very seriously. No, the Falcon cannot enter American waters to investigate herself.

None of these reports were themselves impossible. Recent events had shown that the German Navy was behaving aggressively almost to the point of recklessness. But the local population had become so jumpy that every sea lion head had now become a U-Boat periscope.

So when he received yet another report of suspicious activity, well, it had to take its turn.

CAPE BEALE LIGHTHOUSE TO HMCD ESQUIMALT SIGHTED THREE LARGE OCEAN GOING SHIPS IN CONVOY ENTERING NEWCOMBE CHANNEL STOP

The Intelligence Officer reported this to RNO Trousdale at their now hourly briefing.

“Does Cape Beale Light have its own wireless?” asked Trousdale.

“The light is in close proximity to Bamfield Telegraph Station, sir,” replied the Intelligence Officer, “so they have a telegraph line to the town, then to here by the All Red Line.” The All Red Line was the British Empire’s global telegraph system, with the Pacific terminus of the submarine cable at Bamfield.

“Hmm, so these ships… A German prize fleet finding a sheltered place to coal?” Trousdale floated this as a question.

“Or ships caught at sea running to the first anchorage,” countered the intelligence officer. Then he shrugged.

“What of the lighthouse at Amphitrite Point, at Ucluelet?” asked Trousdale.

“That light was destroyed by a tidal wave in January,” answered the intelligence officer. “Only the most rudimentary temporary light is in place, until the new tower is built.”

“Query the harbour master at Ucluelet, ordered Trousdale, unconcerned. “Their telegraph line is particularly bad, as I recall. But the lifeboat station has some kind of wireless do they not?”

“I believe they do”, answered The Intelligence Officer, already turning the page to the next item.

For the next half hour the Intelligence Officer received updates.

TELEGRAPH LINE TO UCLUELET NOT OPERATIONAL AS OF 1130 HOURS STOP

DOMINION WIRELESS STATION PACHEENA POINT TO HMCD ESQUIMALT UNABLE TO MAKE CONTACT WITH UCLUELET STOP WILL CONTINUE AND UPDATE STOP

At 1400 hours the Intelligence Officer received, in the constantly growing pile on his desk, CAPE BEALE LIGHTHOUSE TO HMCD ESQUIMALT SIGHTED ANOTHER LARGE OCEAN GOING VESSEL HEADED INTO NEWCOMBE CHANNEL IN COMPANY WITH SMALL STEAMER STOP THIS OCEAN LINER OF 10000 TONS PLUS STOP

His curiosity was piqued enough to ask for clarification.

HMCD ESQUIMALT TO CAPE BEALE LIGHTHOUSE QUERY ARE ANY OF THESE VESSELS WARSHIPS STOP HOW MANY FUNNELS ON THE BIGGEST LINER STOP

CAPE BEALE LIGHTHOUSE TO HMCD ESQUIMALT NO WARSHIPS STOP SMALLER STEAMER IS PERHAPS WHALER STOP BIG LINER HAS TWO FUNNELS STOP

When the Intelligence Officer next met with Trousdale they lingered on this item.

“What the devil is going on in Barclay Sound all of a sudden?” asked Trousdale.

“Considering the extent of excitement hereabouts, I expect it is nothing. Perhaps, as the latest message suggests, something happening at the Sechart whaling station,” answered the Intelligence Officer. “But it could be the Nürnberg’s prize fleet. Or if you want me to speculate on a darkest scenario, according to Royal Navy Intelligence, the German East Asiatic Squadron has two armed merchant cruisers. Currently unaccounted for. The Prinz Eitel Friedrich, and the Ryazan. Russian and Japanese Intelligence report that the steamer the Ryazan was captured by a German cruiser off Korea on the 4th of August, and taken back to Tsingtao to be armed.”

“Wonderful.” said Trousdale dryly. “The more the merrier. How large are these German merchant cruisers?”

“The Prinz Eitel Freidrich is fully 16,000 tons, the Ryazan is smaller, but I can’t say offhand.”

“Could those ships actually make it to this coast in this time?” asked Trousdale. “We are still waiting for the Newcastle to arrive from Yokohama.”

“Unknown, sir,” answered the Intelligence Officer. “They are both fast ships, but we don’t know their starting positions.”

“Don’t those biggest German liners all have four funnels?” asked Trousdale.

“Prinz Eitel Freidrich has two sir. I checked,” answered the Intelligence Officer. “Next order of business, sir?”

“Hold on,” said Trousdale, “I suppose we should investigate.” I will order Bamfield telegraph station to put some of their militia garrison in a boat and pop over to see what is going on. What is our closest armed patrol vessel?”

“The CGS Restless is off Sooke at the moment, patrolling the Strait,” answered the Intelligence Officer.

“Hmph,” snorted Trousdale, “Restless is too slow. Can we send the Malaspina?”

Malaspina is occupied off the San Juans, but we could dispatch her to Barclay Sound when she is finished there.”

“Yes, I will order her to do that, at the captain’s discretion,” said Trousdale. “And then the Rainbow will be passing right by. That would be something, if the Rainbow could bag a whole fleet of German prize ships and merchant cruisers, wouldn’t it? When will she be off Barclay Sound?”

The Intelligence officer did some math. “She is observing wireless silence, but if she has kept to her original timetable Rainbow should arrive off Barclay Sound around 0500 hours tomorrow morning.”

“First light,” said Trousdale. “Very good. One really does not want to trifle with Barclay Sound in the dark.”


 
Sooner or later, forces are bound to encounter each other...
I LOVE the fumbling around, searching--it feels real!
What a film this would make.
 
Hive of activity
Aug 20, 1400 hours. SMS Nürnberg, Ucluelet Harbour.

Ucluelet was a fishing port and supply hub for the Barclay Sound and peninsula population: a scattering of optimistic homesteading farmers straight from England pitting their willpower clearing fields against the stubborn primeval rainforest, the even more optimistic placer gold miners sifting the stingy black sand of Wreck Bay, and missionaries that attended to the number of Indian reserve settlements. Ucluelet, Toquaht, and Tseshaht people made up most of the local population, but around 100 whites lived in the town and were responsible for the church missions, the shops and stores, the lifeboat station, the small sawmill and shingle mill, and, as the German landing party discovered, an extraordinary diversity of bright luscious Rhododendrons gardens. Further west in the harbour inlet, a small herring saltery was operated by several Japanese families. The non-Indian population was small enough, in fact, that they all fit inside Saint Aiden’s on the Hill, the Anglican church overlooking the harbour, when Lieutenant Von Spee’s landing party politely but firmly rounded them up at bayonet point and corralled them there.

Princess Charlotte had created quite a stir among the locals when she had arrived at the government dock, built for ships a third of her size. Much of the population had turned out to gawk, which had helped Von Spee’s landing party take them all prisoner, and seize the telegraph office. Two boats with boarding parties were poised to rapidly capture any wireless equipped ships in port. Von Spee’s quick survey of the visible masts of the moored fishing fleet revealed only two wireless antennas, on a pair of rusty whaling ships rafted together at anchor, tarpaulined and showing no smoke. When boarded, the whalers proved to have no crews aboard. So the town appeared to be deserted when Nürnberg, and her supply fleet entered the harbour.

Nürnberg, had only been anchored in the harbour outer basin for a less than half an hour, when a very attractive two masted sailing ketch of about 15 metres came alongside, escorted by SMS Galiano. Captain Von Schönberg met the crew of the sailboat at the rail. He had Nürnberg’s steam launches and Galiano patrolling Newcombe Channel, rounding up any stray fishing boats. But this boat had not been captured, they had come to meet him. This must be that Trade Commissioner from Vancouver he had been ordered to pick up so long ago.

First up Nürnberg’s ladder was a tall broad self-important man who was clearly a career bureaucrat. He introduced himself as Augustus Meyer, Trade Commissioner, and immediately treated Von Schönberg to a speech so turgid that the captain half expected he was about to be made a Knight of the Order of the Black Eagle.

When Meyer was finished, he proudly introduced the other two sailors. “Captain Von Schönberg, may I present Herman and Heinrich Mueller, licensed pilots in the waters of British Columbia. These men wish to offer any service that can be of use to His Majesty’s Imperial Navy.”

Von Schönberg shook the men’s hands. “Welcome aboard gentlemen. I can think of several things you can do for us, offhand. Come this way.” Well, well. Herr Meyer does know how to present a gift after all. The captain ordered SMS Galiano back offshore as an overwatch picket, then lead his two new pilots up to Nürnberg’s bridge.

Outside, the harbour of Ucluelet was a hive of activity. Four large seagoing vessels were engaged in fueling operations. After disembarking the armed landing party, Princess Charlotte had backed out into the harbour outer basin and moored alongside the tanker Desalba. Hoses were rigged, pumps turned on, and the liner’s fuel oil tanks were quickly replenished.

“If only fueling Nürnberg was so easy,” Von Schönberg sighed, jealously.

Nürnberg was anchored a ship’s length away from the liner and tanker, alongside the collier Bengrove. The crew of both ships labored under a dark pall of coal dust, topping up the cruiser’s bunkers. Nürnberg was not exactly low on coal, but Von Schönberg wanted to be able to chase or run without worry, and he did not know when, after today, he would have such a perfect setting to coal. Nürnberg sat with her bow facing the harbour mouth, and her boilers fully stoked.

The bay was criss-crossed by German ship’s boats running a variety of errands. Food was being purchased from the town’s chandleries and stores. Since the proprietors of these businesses had been herded into the church, the German crews did their own math and paid with piles of Canadian dollars from the confiscated Anyox payroll, left sitting on each store counter along with a written tally and held in place with a paperweight.

Ucluelet’s fishing fleet amounted to several score of assorted fish boats tied up to wharves, sitting at anchor, or pulled up on the beach. These the Germans ignored. The two rusty whaling ships, each the general size and design of the Galiano, sat idle at anchor and unmanned, waiting to be refit and sent out on their next voyage to feed the voracious whale rendering factory up the Sound at Seshart. The whalers had critical engine parts removed and thrown overboard, and were then scuttled in place.

At 1415 hours the shore party watch station set up in the ruins of Amphitrite Point Light sent the semaphore message FRIENDLY SHIPS APPROACHING. At 1445 hours, Galiano rounded Francis Island and entered the harbour. Von Schönberg noted with surprise that the patrol ship was followed by a great column of smoke, showing over the rock outcroppings and trees of the harbour mouth. But the Galiano was maneuvering as if all was well, and sounded no alarm. In minutes his curiosity was satisfied. First he saw five funnels moving over the intervening terrain, and four masts with a pair of Imperial Naval Ensigns flying high, then emerging from behind the point, the distinctive ram bow of SMS Leipzig.






 
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Depends really, if both ships are relatively unprepared for combat while sitting around loading food, coal, etc, Rainbow could essentially storm in and lay enough fire into both of them from fairly close range before they can properly assemble and return fire. Especially at night or in inclement weather which was a favorite of Walter Hose irl.
 
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