Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'It is now three months and more,' he said, 'that we have had
nothing save a sup of kill-devil fresh from the still, and now we
are mercifully permitted to taste again a glass of Canary. 'Tis too
much!' he sighed, drinking his ration. 'Well, we have but a few
bottles, and the voyage may be longer than we hope; therefore we
must go upon short allowance. But fear not, Sis; there shall always
be enough for Robin, poor lad.'
He then proceeded to tell us what he intended, and whither he would
steer.
'We have no chart,' he said. 'What then? I can draw one as good as
they are made to steer by in these seas.' He could not draw one,
because he had no paper or pencil; but he carved one with the point
of his knife on the seat, and marked out our course upon it day
by day. 'See,' he said, 'here is Barbadoes. Our course all night
hath been sou'-west. She now makes five knots an hour. It is now
eight, I take it; and we must therefore be about forty miles from
Barbadoes. To-morrow morning we should make the Grenadilloes, which
are a hundred and fifty miles from Carlisle Bay. Hark ye! There may
be a Bristol vessel sailing from Great Grenada to Barbadoes, or
the other way. That would be the devil. But such ships are rare,
and there is no trade between the two islands. Well, we shall give
Grenada as wide a berth as may be.' Here he considered a little.
'Therefore, 'twill be our wiser plan to bear more to the south. Once
south of Grenada, I take it, there will be no more danger. Off the
main of South America the sea is covered with islands. They are No
Man's Land; inhabitants have they none; navigators, for the most
part, know them not; English, French, and Spanish ships come never
to these islands. My purpose, therefore, is to put in at Great
Margaritos or Tortuga for rest and fresh water, and so presently
make the Dutch island of Curaçao.'
'And after that?'
'Then, my lad, we shall take ship to some country where a sailor
may get a berth and a physician may find patients. It must be to
Holland first; but, never fear, we shall get back to England some
time; and perhaps fight another battle with a different tale to tell
afterwards.'
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