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
The mate and I while talking had not observed the vessel the captain
pointed out. "The skipper has sharp eyes," said the first mate, as he
parted from me to obey the orders he had received. Our crew had been
frequently exercised at the guns. Having loaded and run them out, the
watch came tumbling aft to the arm-chest. Cutlasses were buckled on and
pistols quickly loaded, and boarding-pikes placed along the bulwarks
ready for use. The men did not exactly understand what all this
preparation was for, but that was nothing to them. It signified
fighting, and most British seamen are ready for that at any time. The
captain now joined me in my walk. "It is better to be prepared, though
nothing come of it, than to be taken unawares," he observed. "It is the
principle I have gone on, and as it is a sound one, I intend to continue
it as long as I live." I agreed with him. We walked the deck together
for twenty minutes or more, engaged in conversation. His eye was
constantly during the time looking over our starboard quarter. Even I
could at length distinguish the dim outline of a vessel in that
direction. Gradually the sails of a ship with taut raking masts became
visible.
"That craft is not one of our convoy, and I doubt that she comes among
us for any good purpose," exclaimed the captain. "I should like to
bring the frigate down upon the fellow, but we should lose our share of
the work, and I think that we can manage him ourselves. Call the
starboard watch, Mr Stubbs."
The men soon came tumbling up from below, rather astonished at being so
soon called. The other officers were also soon on deck Mr Randolph
agreed that the stranger, which hung on our quarter like some ill-omened
bird of prey, had an exceedingly suspicious appearance, and that we were
only acting with ordinary prudence in being prepared for him.
"The fellow won't fire, as he would bring the frigate down upon him if
he did," observed the first mate; "he will therefore either run
alongside in the hopes of surprising us, and taking us by boarding
before we have time to fire a pistol, which would attract notice, or,
should the wind fall light, he may hope to cut us out with his boats."
Eight bells struck. We could hear the sound borne faintly over the
waters from two of the Indiamen to windward of us, but no echo came from
the deck of the stranger. The men were ordered to lie down under the
bulwarks till wanted. Had Captain Hassall thought fit, he might, by
making sail, have got out of danger, but he had hopes that instead of
being taken by the stranger he might take him. It struck me that we
might be running an unwarrantable risk of getting the vessel or cargo
injured by allowing ourselves to be attacked.
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