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
All this Eugène observing, began to suffer from an uncomfortable
sensation in the pit of his stomach, which parched his mouth, depressed
his spirits, and destroyed his appetite. He was not, however, so much
affected by it but that he could take note of his fellow-voyagers, an
occupation sufficiently interesting when he reflected on the probable
result of their preparations. In his experience of life he had never
yet seen such an assemblage. The crew had indeed been got together with
considerable care, but with utter disregard to nationality or uniformity
of any kind. The majority were Englishmen, but there were also Swedes,
Dutch, French, Portuguese, a negro, and even a Spaniard on board. The
brigantine was strongly manned for her size, and the hands, with scarcely
an exception, were stout daring fellows, capable of any exploit and a
good many enormities, but such as a bold commander, cool, judicious, and
determined, might bring into a very efficient state of discipline. Eugène
could not but remark, however, that on the face of each was expressed
impatience of delay, and an ardent desire to be in blue water. The
liberty to go on shore had been stopped, and indeed the pockets of these
gentlemen-adventurers, as the humblest of them called themselves, were
completely cleaned out. Obviously, therefore, it would be well to lose no
time in refilling them.
Leaning over the side, lazily watching the lap and wash of the leaping
water, Eugène was rapidly losing himself in his own thoughts, when,
rousing up, he felt the Captain’s hand on his shoulder, and heard the
Captain’s voice whisper in his ear:—
“Come below with me; I shall want your assistance by-and-by, and you have
had no breakfast yet.”
His qualms took flight at the prospect of fresh excitement, though the
offer of breakfast was received with little enthusiasm, and he followed
the Captain into his comfortable and well-furnished cabin. Here he
learned that, while he was sleeping, George had hailed a fishing-boat
returning warily into harbour, and, under pretence of buying fresh fish,
boarded her with a bottle or two of spirits and a roll of tobacco. In ten
minutes he extracted all the fisherman had to tell, and discovered that a
large King’s ship was cruising in the offing, watching, as his informant
opined, the very port in which they lay. Under these circumstances,
Captain George considered it would be prudent to wait till midnight, when
they might run out of the harbour, with wind and tide in their favour,
and so showing the man-of-war a clean pair of heels, be hull-down and out
of sight before sunrise.
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