Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneerReach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
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Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneer
Reach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
Buccaneers -- Fiction; Historical fiction
‘Well, Foul-Weather Don looked eagerly about as if he expected to
find his treasure island, and then he mounted the rigging—all the
crew holding their breath and watching him—and gazed from the maintop
long and sadly. At length, he made a sort of motion of despair, and
came down to the deck, where he stood wringing his hands. All at
once he turned to Captain Purvis, and motioned for his boat to be
hoisted into the sea. In a minute, mates, the tackles were manned,
and they let the skiff go smash into the water, with a surge that
would have burst another boat into staves. But only the devil, mates,
could swamp a craft like that; she floated alongside as light as a
well-corked bottle.
‘“Haul your wind, when the elements will allow you,” says the Don,
quite solemnly.
‘“Thank you for nothing,” quoth Ned Purvis. “I should think we would,
when you have brought us across the ocean against our will.”
‘But the spectre replied not a word, and seemed to glide rather
than to clamber over the ship’s side into the boat. When he was
fairly aboard, Ned Purvis bellowed out, “Take your sharks with
you, Foul-Weather Don, they are fitter companions for you than for
Christians.”
‘But there was no reply, and in a minute the phantom and his boat
glanced away from the ship’s side, and the last the crew saw of
her was a black speck with a figure in it, in the very crest of a
breaking wave. Just as this happened, and they were beginning to
breathe freely, one of the men shouted “Land!” and sure enough the
next time they rose upon a sea, they saw right in the glare of the
setting sun the dusky coast line of an island. In an hour after,
the gale broke, lulling fast, so that before midnight they had
courses and stay-sails on the ship, she lying-to with her head to the
eastward. You know, mates, that in hot countries it is up wind, up
sea, down wind, down sea, so that by sunrise the next day there was
nothing but a great smooth swell to show that a gale had just swept
across the wide Atlantic. The first thing Ned Purvis did when he came
on deck to take the morning watch, was to look over the quarter, and
he confessed afterwards that his heart felt sick when he saw the two
blue sharks still alongside swimming close to the surface. The other
seamen saw the creatures too, and they looked at Ned, and whispered
among themselves.
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