James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and AfloatKingston, William Henry Giles
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James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and Afloat
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction
On reaching the ship we found that Badham and his associates had, soon
after we left, seized a boat, and, in spite of all Mr Randolph could
say or do, had taken all their clothes and other property with them, and
gone on shore. Although by this conduct Badham showed that he could no
longer be trusted, and therefore that we were well rid of him, it was
important that we should get back the other men, and we agreed to go on
shore the next morning to recover them. Accordingly, the chief mate and
I went on shore as we proposed, with eight well-armed men, and demanded
an interview with the king. He did not come himself, but sent his prime
minister, who agreed, for six hatchets and a piece of cloth, to deliver
them up. We waited for some hours, but the deserters were not
forthcoming, and at last the minister and another chief appeared, and
declared that as the men were likely to fight for their liberty, it
would be necessary that we should lend them our arms.
"Very likely, indeed, gentlemen," answered Mr Randolph, at once
detecting the palpable trick to get us into their power.
"I say, Braithwaite, what say you to seizing these fellows and carrying
them on board as hostages? It could easily be done."
"Cook lost his life in making a similar attempt, and we might lose
ours," I answered. "I would rather lose the men than run any such
risk."
In vain we endeavoured by diplomacy to recover the men, and at last we
returned on board, the minister losing the hatchets and piece of cloth.
A feeling of anxiety prevented me from turning in, and I walked the deck
for some time with Benjie Stubbs, the officer of the watch. At length I
went below and threw myself on my bed, all standing, as sailors say when
they keep their clothes on. I had scarcely dropped asleep when I was
awoke by hearing Stubbs order the lead to be hove. I was on deck in a
moment, followed by the captain and the other officers.
"We are on shore to a certainty," exclaimed Stubbs, in an agitated tone.
"Impossible!" observed the captain, "the anchors are holding."
"We'll haul in on the cables and see, sir," answered Stubbs, calling
some of the crew to his assistance. The cables immediately came on
board. They had been cut through. Still there was a perceptible motion
of the ship towards the shore. Another anchor with an iron stock was
immediately cleared away, but some time was lost in stocking it, and
before it could be let go we felt the ship strike against a coral reef
with considerable force. Happily there was no wind, or she would
speedily have gone to pieces. At last we carried the anchors out, and
hauled her off but not without unusual difficulty. Suddenly the captain
jumped into a boat and pulled round the ship.
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