Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the Sea — John Shaqi
Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the SeaKingston, William Henry Giles
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Happy Jack, and Other Tales of the Sea
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Sea stories
The night passed on, and we still persevered in endeavouring to obtain
an offing, though so indistinct was the land that we could not tell
whereabouts we were. What was our dismay, when morning broke, to find
that we were directly off the mouth of the harbour, and at such a
distance that the keen eyes of the savages on the hills around might
easily perceive our sail. We at once put the boat about, hoping to get
again to the south'ard before we were discovered. "It's too late,"
cried Green; "I see the canoes coming."
"We must fight them, then," said the daring boatswain, calmly. "We
don't just expect mercy at their hands after the treat we gave them,"
and he laughed at the fearful act he had committed. Still I thought
what could we three, in a small boat, with our dozen muskets, do against
a whole fleet of fierce savages.
We could now see the canoes coming out of the harbour. The sea was
smooth, and they would without fail venture after us. Our only chance
of escape seemed in a sudden gale springing up, but of that there was
little probability. I was turning my eyes anxiously towards the offing
in hopes of seeing signs of a stronger breeze coming, when I caught
sight of a sail. I pointed her out to the boatswain. "She is a large
vessel," he exclaimed, "and standing this way."
"Perhaps the savages will be more than ever anxious to catch us, for
fear we should persuade the people on board yonder ship to punish them
for what they have done," I observed. "They will catch us if they can,"
answered Pearson; "but they will have to pay a good price yet if they
make the attempt," and he cast his eyes at the muskets which lay ready
loaded. The canoes were drawing nearer and nearer, and we could now
distinguish the figures of the plumed warriors as they stood up in the
bows. The boat at the same time was slipping pretty quickly through the
water. "The breeze is freshening," I observed; "we may escape them
yet."
"I don't much care if we do or do not," said Pearson; "I should like to
knock over a few of these boasting fellows; we may hit them long before
they can get near enough to hurt us." I for my part did not wish to see
more of the savages killed, for they had only followed the instinct of
their untutored natures, and we had already inflicted a terrible
punishment on them in return. In a few minutes the breeze came down
even stronger than before, and greatly to my satisfaction, the canoes
appeared to be scarcely gaining on us, even if they did so at all. I
continued to give a glance every now and then at the ship, for I was
afraid after all she might alter her course, and stand away from us.
At length, to my joy, I saw the savages in the canoes cease paddling.
They apparently were afraid of venturing farther out into the ocean, or
saw that it would be hopeless to attempt overtaking us. For some
minutes they waited, as if holding a consultation, and then round they
paddled and made their way back into the harbour.
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