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
‘No answer was made to this hail, and a gun from the cruiser which
sent a shot through the mainsail of our lugger, showed that she was in
earnest. In answer to this, our captain aimed our heavy gun amidship
with his own hands, and the ball shot away the fore topmast of the York,
so the cruiser was named. A fierce broadside from the cruiser was
the reply to the shot, and sad havoc did it make among the light and
beautiful spars and rigging of the Dolphin. Our armament was made up of
only four small pieces and a heavy gun amidship, revolving on a pivot,
and this was of heavier metal than any gun on board of the York. Our
captain managed this gun and aimed it himself, and he soon brought down
the foremast of the York by his shot, confounding the crew of the enemy,
and bothering them about their guns. The York carried sixteen guns with
a complement of about an hundred men. She was now unable for some time
to return our fire, because the foremast had tumbled in board with most
of its hamper along the larboard battery where we lay, and the way we
peppered them in the mean time wasn’t slow.
‘We were both so cut up in our rigging as to make but little headway,
and we were now rising and falling on the swells of the sea, close
aboard of each other. Several of our heavy shots had struck the York
about the water line, and large numbers of her crew were engaged pumping
her out, for she leaked out very fast. About this time our captain
discovered one of our foremast hands on board the enemy, and the secret
was all out in a minute; the truth came to us all at once, the treachery
was accounted for, and there stood the traitor. The grapnel irons were
thrown, and our boarders piped away. A few words from the captain
told the story to us all, and heading us himself, we all rushed up the
cruiser’s side.
‘“Secure that traitor, and back to the lugger every one of you,” said
the captain, while he fought a path towards where the man stood. It
takes some time to tell this, messmates, but it was all done mighty
quick, I can tell you, in less time than it takes me to spin this part
of the yarn.
‘Well, you see, we were soon back again on our own deck, because the
cruiser was too strong for us to take, and if we had got her, it would
have done us no good, for we could not have managed her in our business.
The Dolphin was worth two of her for our purpose. So as soon as we
got on the lugger’s deck, while the enemy were still confounded at our
boarding, our captain backed his topsails, while the York’s remained
full, and the breeze freshening just then, the two crafts separated. As
we fell astern of the enemy, we gave him one raking shot with our big
gun loaded with grape and small shot, which sent more than one poor
fellow to his last home, and scattered the splinters like snow flakes.
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