United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
Our voyage was short and merry, though one of the subjects which
afforded us most amusement was our own forlorn, half-starved, almost
naked condition. We were all much alike, so we could afford to laugh at
each other. The weather held fine and our voyage was speedy, and on the
ever-to-be-remembered 13th of May we sighted the entrance of Port Royal
harbour, where we dropped anchor in the afternoon. I found that I had
been absent exactly nine months and three days. In spite of my
tatter-demalion appearance and my consciousness that I was much like the
wretched apothecary who supplied the love-lorn Romeo with the fatal
potion, as soon as I got on shore I hastened up to pay my respects to
Sir Peter Parker. He received me, as I knew he would, with the greatest
kindness, and when I apologised for my ragged appearance he laughed and
assured me that he would much rather see an officer in a threadbare
uniform, worn out in active service, than in one shining and bright in
consequence of want of use.
"You'll stay to dinner with me, Mr Hurry," said the admiral. "We must
try to put some more flesh on those bones of yours."
I looked at my tattered garments.
"Oh, never mind those; they are honourable, like a flag well riddled,"
he observed. "I want you, besides, to tell me all that happened to you
during your captivity."
Dinner was soon afterwards announced, and during it I gave the admiral
an account of the chief events which had happened while I was at Ou
Trou. He was very indignant when he heard of the way we had been
treated, and especially of the mode in which Captains Williams and Stott
had been buried. I made him laugh at some of our contrivances, and
particularly at my having turned hen keeper. I described also to him
our residence in the stable with the old horse. I declared that I had
tried to teach the horse my language, and, not succeeding, had
endeavoured to learn his, and that I was in a fair way of succeeding
when he was removed from our habitation. This really was the case; I
had made great friends with the old animal, and I was beginning to know
exactly the meaning of all the noises he made. The admiral was highly
amused with all I told him. He put me, in return, in high spirits by
informing me that, on hearing I was captured, he had directed that I
should be rated as a mate of the Bristol, and kept on her books, and
that, in consequence, I was entitled to a share of prize-money, which,
as she had been very successful, would be of some amount. Several
officers, post-captains and others, were present, as were three or four
civilians, planters and merchants. The latter invited me to their
houses, and one of them, Mr Martin, insisted that I should drive back
with him, and make his house my home till I got a ship.
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