Fanny Campbell, The Female Pirate Captain: A Tale of The RevolutionBallou, Maturin M. (Maturin Murray)
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Fanny Campbell, The Female Pirate Captain: A Tale of The Revolution
Ballou, Maturin M. (Maturin Murray)
Sea stories; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction; War stories; Women pirates -- Fiction
‘Is this generous, Mr. Burnet? Am I not your prisoner?’
‘Nay, Fanny, I am _thy_ prisoner; for in thy keeping rests my future
happiness.’
Burnet, who had at first sought Fanny as a mere toy, as something that
pleased his fancy, now really loved her, and would joyfully have made
her his lawful wife. His standing and rank, with the large property
he possessed, would entitle him to an alliance far above the sphere in
which Fanny moved and was born; but the admiration of her heroism,
and his former knowledge of her character, together with her beauty of
person, had decided him, and he would gladly have laid all at her feet.
‘Mr. Burnet,’ said Fanny, ‘I have respected you, nay, have felt a
sincere regard for you, but I can never love you as a wife should do.
I have much, very much, to thank you for; you have acted very nobly
towards me, having given me the advantage of your extensive information,
have humored my every fancy, and have been more than a brother to me.
You are high born, hold a captain’s commission from the King and are
rich, honored and honorable; such a man deserves to be united to a woman
who shall be entirely devoted to him, who can give him her undivided and
whole love. Mr. Burnet, I am not that woman!’
‘Thou art an angel, nevertheless,’ murmured the captain, as he sank upon
a chair, and hiding his face in his hands, he wept like a child.
‘Rouse, thee, Burnet,’ said Fanny, ‘the path of fame and glory are
open before you. You have rank, opportunity, every necessary possession
whereby to lead thee on to honor and distinction. Fanny’s prayers shall
ever be raised for thee.’
He took her willing hand, and pressed it to his lips, saying:
‘Oh! each word you utter but shows me the more clearly what I have lost.
Yes, you speak truly,’ said he, brushing a tear from his eye, ‘fame must
be my future mistress; I can love no other.’
At this moment a light knock at the cabin door was heard, and the
lieutenant of the Dolphin announced, as he had been instructed to do by
the captain, that they were just passing into Boston harbor. The captain
appearing on deck soon discovered that the King’s fleet had sailed, and
that the American flag floated from the town. Observing this, he came to
the very correct conclusion that the English army had evacuated the town
during his cruise off the coast. The Dolphin was brought to anchor in
the outer harbor, and the crew busied in refitting the vessel to enable
her to follow the fleet, and also to await the coming up of the prize
they had left to follow them. Burnet little thought of the possibility
of her escape or recapture. A few hours serving to refit, Burnet
determined to wait no longer for the prize, but to stand out to see and
meet her.
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