In that dark hour I forgot all my romantic notions of travel in foreign
lands; I cared not a straw for hunting, or fighting, or wild adventures.
I would have cheerfully given worlds, had I possessed them, to be
permitted to undo the past--to hasten to my dear father's feet, and
implore forgiveness of the evil that I had done. But regret was now
unavailing. The land soon sank below the horizon, and, ere many hours
had passed, our ship was scudding before a stiff breeze and leaping
wildly over the waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
STORY TWO, CHAPTER 4.
"Ho! tumble up there, tumble up! All hands, ahoy! tumble up! Look
alive, lads; there's work to do, my hearties!"
Such were the words, uttered in the most terrifically violent bass
tones, that awoke me on the first morning after I went to sea.
Instantly all the men around me leaped out of their hammocks. They were
all half-dressed, and I noticed that the greater part of them completed
their toilet in the short interval between quitting their hammocks and
gaining the deck. Jack and I had lain down in our clothes, so we were
on deck almost as soon as the others.
Here the most unexpected sights assailed us. It seemed to me as if a
miraculous change had taken place on everybody and everything during the
night. The ship when she had set sail was as untidy and lumbered about
the decks as a merchantman usually is on quitting port. Now everything
was clean, in its place, snugly fastened, and in order. The sails
appeared to have undergone some modification. I fancied, too, that the
masts raked aft a good deal more than they had done, and round the foot
of them were ranged muskets, pistols, cutlasses, and boarding-pikes,
where masses of cordage and handspikes had been before. The hencoops
had vanished, and in their place were rows of brass carronades, while in
the centre of the deck an enormous swivel gun occupied the place, on
which the long-boat had formerly rested. Even the captain seemed to
have changed. His costume was somewhat Eastern in its character, and
his whole aspect was much more ferocious than when I first saw him.
Vague and terrible suspicions crossed my mind as I viewed these
wonderful transformations; but I had no time to indulge them, for the
men had hastened with the promptitude of men-of-war's men to their
stations, leaving Jack and me alone in the middle of the deck.
"Hallo, boys!" shouted the captain, "no idlers allowed aboard this ship.
Here, stand by this gun, and lend a hand with the ropes when you're
told to. Obey orders,--that's the only duty I've got to lay on you."
We hastened to the gun pointed out, and while I was standing there
waiting for orders, I looked over the side, and, for the first time,
became aware of the cause of these proceedings.
About two miles to leeward of us, just off our larboard bow, I saw a
large ship running under a press of canvas. She was a huge
clumsy-looking merchantman, and I heard our first mate say she was an
East-Indiaman.
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