Frank Mildmay; Or, the Naval OfficerMarryat, Frederick
History
Frank Mildmay; Or, the Naval Officer
Marryat, Frederick
Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Officers -- Fiction; Sea stories
We anchored off a part of the coast which was not in a state of defence,
and the people, being unprotected by their own government, considered
themselves as neutrals, and supplied us with as much fish, poultry, and
vegetables as we required. While we lay here, the captain and officers
frequently went on shore for a short time without molestation. One
night, after the captain had returned, a snow-storm and a gale of wind
came on. The captain's gig, which ought to have been hoisted up, was
not; she broke her painter and went adrift, and had been gone some time
before she was missed. The next morning, on making inquiry, it was
found that the boat had drifted on shore a few miles from where we lay;
and that having been taken possession of by the Americans, they had
removed her to a hostile part of the coast, twenty-two miles off. The
captain was very much annoyed at the loss of his boat, which he
considered as his own private property, although built on board by the
king's men, and with the king's plank and nails.
"As my private property," said his lordship, "it ought to be given up,
you know."
I did not tell him that I had seen the sawyers cutting an anchor-stock
into the plank of which it was built, and that the said plank had been
put down to other services in the expense-book. This, however, was no
business of mine; nor had I any idea that the loss of this little boat
would so nearly produce my final catastrophe; so it was, however, and
very serious results took place in consequence of this accident.
"They _must_ respect private property, you know," said the captain to
the first lieutenant.
"Yes," answered the lieutenant; "but they do not know that it is private
property."
"Very true: then I will send and tell them so;" and down he went to his
dinner.
The yawl was ordered to be got ready, and hoisted out at daylight, and I
had notice given me that I was to go away in her. About nine o'clock
the next morning, I was sent for into the cabin; his lordship was still
in bed, and the green silk curtains were drawn close round his cot.
"Mr Thingamy," said his lordship, "you will take the what's-his-name,
you know."
"Yes, my lord," said I.
"And you will go to that town, and ask for my thingumbob."
"For your gig, my lord?" said I.
"Yes--that's all."
"But, my lord, suppose they won't give it to me?"
"Then take it."
"Suppose the gig is not there, my lord; and if there, suppose they
refuse to give it up?"
"Then take every vessel out of the harbour."
"Very well, my lord.--Am I to put the gun in the boat--or to take
muskets only?"
"Oh, no--no arms--take a flag of truce--Number 8 (white flag) will do."
"Suppose they will not accept the flag of truce, my lord?"
"Oh, but they will: they always respect a flag of truce, you know."
"I beg your lordship's pardon, but I think a few muskets in the boat
would be of service."
"No, no, no--no arms! You will be fighting about nothing. You have
your orders, sir."
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