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
‘“My lads,” said he, that’s the way he always used to speak to us, “My
lads, most of you saw that strange sail we passed within the hour. Do
you know that nothing save treachery could have placed her there, in the
direct track of the Dolphin’s night course? speak up some of you.”
‘“It does look mighty suspicious, your honor,” said I, “but shiver my
timbers, if I believe we have got anybody shipped aboard this ere craft
but loves the saucy Dolphin and your honor too well to play them a
scurvy trick.”
‘“There has been treachery,” said he, “is there one of my crew that can
tell its penalty?”
‘“Death at the yard arm,” said the crew, shrinking before the eye of the
captain, for he used to look a man right through.
‘“It is my duty,” said the captain, “to watch your interests and my
own, with a jealous eye. I never deceive you, my men; the traitor shall
receive his punishment though I pursue him to the foot of the throne.
Enough--now to your duty.” ‘We soon reached the shores of the Solway,
and a few hours were enough to land our cargo with such ready and
willing hands as we had to do it with, and the whole freight was soon on
its way inland, far out of the reach of those land sharks, the Revenue
officers.
‘But the greatest danger was yet to come, messmates, for do you see,
though the cargo was landed, the lugger must, somehow, gain the shelter
of the little cove where we now lay. The moon did seem to shine out
twice as strong as ever, as if just to bother us; because, do ye see, if
it hadn’t been so very light, the night mist that always hangs about the
sea and shores here, would have hid us from the enemy. But hardly had
the lugger got under weigh, before the cruiser was again discovered,
lying nearly mid-way between the English and Irish coast, in the very
course that the Dolphin must steer. The captain of our lugger was calm
and collected as a parson, and the men, seeing this, were all quite
courageous, too, and didn’t care a fig for the King’s ship. We were now
fast nearing each other, when suddenly a hail came across the sea:--
‘“What vessel is that?”
‘Our captain knew that all the time he could gain was worth so much gold
to us, for he had got to run the gauntlet of the cruiser’s broad side,
and thereby all he gained before she commenced to fire, was so many
lives saved, very likely, on board the lugger. So to gain time he
mumbled back a reply to the hail that could not be understood, but, to
all appearance, in in good faith. Well, you see, this was no go, only to
save time, as I said, so the sloop hailed again.
‘“What answer do you make?”
‘We were going through the water at a ten-knot rate, and had already got
nearly abreast of the cruiser, who, having tacked, now stood on the same
course as ourselves.
‘“What vessel is that?” said the commander of the sloop--“answer, or I
shall fire into you?”
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