Cerise: A Tale of the Last CenturyWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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Cerise: A Tale of the Last Century
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Historical fiction
It was difficult to make calculations, involving a thousand
probabilities, with that miserable dog howling at regular intervals.
It was impossible to speculate calmly on the value of his cargo, the
quantity of his powder, and the chances of peace and war. While he sat
there he knew well enough that his letters of marque would bear him out
in pouncing on any unfortunate merchantman he could come across under
Spanish colours, but there had been whispers of peace in London, and the
weekly news-letter (substitute for our daily paper), read aloud that
afternoon in the coffee-house round the corner, indorsed the probability
of these rumours. By the time he reached his cruising-ground, the treaty
might have been signed which would change a privateer into a pirate, and
the exploit that would earn a man his knighthood this week might swing
him at his own yard-arm the next. In those times, however, considerable
latitude, if not allowed, was at least claimed by these kindred
professions, and the calculator in the parlour of the Fox and Fiddle
seemed unlikely to be over-scrupulous in the means by which he hoped to
attain his end.
He had resolved on earning, or winning, or taking, such a sum of money
as would render him independent of fortune for life. He had an object in
this which he deemed worthy of any sacrifice he could offer. Therefore he
had fitted out and freighted his brigantine partly at his own expense,
partly at that of certain confiding merchants in Leadenhall Street, so as
to combine the certain gains of a peaceful trader with the more hazardous
venture of a licensed sea-robber who takes by the strong hand. If the
license should expire before his rapacity was satisfied, he would affect
ignorance while he could, and when that was no longer practicable, throw
off all disguise and hoist the black flag openly at the main.
To this end he had armed his brigantine with the heaviest guns she could
carry; had taken in store of provisions, water, spare tackle, gunpowder,
pistols, cutlasses, and musquetoons; had manned her with the best seamen
and wildest spirits he could lay hands on. These items had run up a
considerable bill. He was now preparing a detailed statement of the cost,
for the information of his friends in Leadenhall Street.
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