United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
Matters were coming to a crisis. If we shoaled the water much more we
could not hope to force the heavy galleon through. Not only should we
lose all her rich cargo, but our lives also would be sacrificed, for the
few boats we had were in so bad a condition that they would scarcely be
able to carry even half the people we had on board. For my own part, I
did not feel that I had many more hours, or I might say minutes, to
live, for I always held to the opinion that a captain should always be
the last to leave his ship, and not then till he has seen to the safety
of all those entrusted to his care.
On we glided--not very fast though. I stood conning the ship; sometimes
we passed so close to shoals and rocks that we could have thrown a
biscuit on them, and still the lumbering old Saint Domingo floated free.
At length we were once more in four fathoms of water, then in five; but
still I did not feel that we were clear of danger; there might be other
reefs running across from the island to the main which might bring us
up. I however began to breathe more freely, and the faces of my
officers wore a more satisfied expression. Still we had many a turn and
twist to make, but with a leading wind we had little difficulty in doing
this. "Breakers ahead!" sang out Grampus from forward.
"Starboard the helm," was my reply.
"Starboard it is," cried the man at the wheel.
"Breakers on the larboard bow!"
"Port the helm."
"Port it is," was heard along the deck, and so we glided by danger after
danger till all were passed, and I breathed freely at finding the ship
at length clear of the island. I then once more hauled in for the land
to try and ascertain our situation; but the weather came on so thick
again with heavy squalls that I was compelled very soon to stand off
once more, still ignorant of where we were.
My difficulties were not over. At 5 p.m. the mizen-yard was carried
away in a heavy squall, though happily no lives were lost by the
accident. While we were endeavouring to repair the damage it fell a
stark calm, and the old galleon began to roll away awfully in the swell.
I at once ordered the lead to be hove, for I knew that there were
treacherous currents hereabouts.
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