A Lad of Grit: A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea in Restoration TimesWesterman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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A Lad of Grit: A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea in Restoration Times
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Juvenile fiction
We immediately manned one of the long brass guns, training it right aft
on the advancing pirate. I directed the gunner to aim at the foeman’s
spars, endeavouring to cripple her aloft. With a flash and a roar the
iron missile sped on its way, striking the pirate’s topsail yard. There
was a shower of splinters and the broken spar fell, till brought up by
the strain on the topsail and t’gallant sail, and at the same time the
halyards of the foresail parted, bringing that sail down to the deck
with a run.
Notwithstanding our danger a cheer broke from us; but before we could
reload our gun the pirate yawed and let fly with her larboard guns.
The result was disastrous to us. Two of our men were killed on the spot
and two wounded, while both our jury masts went by the board, and the
_Little Gannet_ lay helpless on the waves.
The end was not long in coming. After another broadside the pirate
backed her main topsail and hove to at less than a cable’s length off.
Two of her boats were lowered, and a swarm of bearded ruffians tumbled
into them and pushed off towards us.
Resistance was hopeless, but the pirate appeared anxious to take us
alive, and, partially stunned by a blow from a handspike, I was thrown
into one of the boats and taken on board our captor, where, together
with five survivors, I was placed under guard on her quarterdeck.
The pirate ship was called the _Friend of the Sea_, but she was the
enemy of all who sailed upon it. She was heavily armed and manned, her
crew comprising a ruffianly assortment of every nation of south-western
Europe, and, judging by the gold ornaments that every man wore, their
cruise had been highly successful for these rogues.
They were busily engaged in transferring the cargo of the _Little
Gannet_ to their own vessel. Much of this consisted of valuable stores
that the Algerine had on board when we took her, and the satisfaction of
the lawless freebooters was unbounded.
The two brass guns were also taken on board, the work of slinging them
from the _Little Gannet_ to the boats, and thence to the pirate ship,
being performed with a celerity and skill that would have drawn an
expression of admiration from the lips of Captain Poynings himself.
When the whole of the valuable stores were safely on board, the pirates
fired their prize, and an hour later, burned to the water’s edge, my
first command sank in a cloud of smoke and steam.
The pirates worked unceasingly. Their next task was to repair the
splintered foreyard, which they did by fishing it with capstan bars and
small spars. While this work was in progress there was a shout from the
lookout, and from the hurrying scrambles of the crew I guessed that
another sail was sighted.
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