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
‘We steered straight for this cove here on the west side, cut up sadly
in hull and rigging by our brush with the King’s cruiser, while she
made the nearest land on the English side, and run on shore in a sinking
condition, so fast did she leak from our shot.
‘Well, it was not long before we were back again, laying at our
anchorage, and soon the boatswain’s whistle summoned us, just at
nightfall the next day, most unwelcomely.
‘“All hands to witness punishment, ahoy.”
‘The man who had betrayed us, had confessed his guilt, the payment
of his treachery was found on his person. The crew were all at their
stations, all save six seamen chosen by lot, who stood apart from their
companions; these were to be the executioners of their messmate. The
ship was as still as death; the wounded below had hushed their groans,
and the tick of the captain’s watch might be heard at any part of the
quarter deck. The miserable man who was now to suffer, stood upon a gun,
his arms confined behind him, and a rope around his neck. The rope was
rove through a block at the end of the fore yard arm, and reaching down
to the deck again, the other end was placed in the hands of the six men
chosen by lot.
‘Our captain looked at the arrangements, and after a few moments, we all
the time expecting the word to swing him off, he said:--
‘“My men, next to mutiny I know of no blacker or more accursed crime
than treachery. That man has betrayed us--may Heaven forgive him, as I
do now. He was seduced from his duty in an evil hour, while under the
effects of liquor; he is now penitent, and you will see how bravely he
will die--you have had related to you all the peculiarities of the case,
which, I think, has many extenuating points; you are his jurors--shall
he die? Shall we send your old messmate into eternity? Speak, my men!”
‘“No, no!” said the crew, with one voice; “if the captain forgives him,
that’s enough. Let him be spared.”
‘“Blow me,” thought I, “if I don’t think a man who would betray such a
commander and such a ship, must find punishment enough in overhauling
the log of his own conscience, without our sending him to soundings
after this fashion.”
‘The man was forgiven, and, damme, messmates, if he didn’t feel it,
too,’ said Skyscraper, with no little degree of feeling.
‘Well, you see, the captain knew very well that this last fight with a
King’s cruiser must put a stop to our game, so we run down to the French
coast, and the pretty little Dolphin was sold to the Mounsers for a
pretty round sum, which was equally divided among us all. Well, now you
see, I happen to know something about our captain after that, though I
never sailed with him again. He loved the sea, and so went to London
and engaged as captain in the West India trade, and in a few years he
settled in America.
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