List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of IncidentRussell, William Clark
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List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of Incident
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
I have elsewhere told you that we carried three boats--a little one,
which we termed a jolly-boat, stowed in a big one amidships, and abreast
of these boats lay a third boat in chocks. This boat, whose capacity
rose to a lading of from twenty to five-and-twenty people, we termed the
cutter. Tackles were swiftly carried aloft. While this was being done
the fellows who were to man her armed themselves with cutlasses and
pistols. The boat was then swayed over the side, six men and myself
entered her, and we headed for the island.
We gained the entrance of the natural harbor, and I bid the men pause on
their oars while I looked and considered. I gave no attention to the
singular aspect of the island, nor to the wondrous revelation of the
ship in the vast cave. I could think of nothing but the three people on
the beach. Were they decoys, as Greaves had suggested? Was there a crowd
of formidable ruffians somewhere in hiding, close at hand but ready for
a rush when the moment should arrive? I gazed carefully around, but saw
nothing resembling a boat. We might be quite sure that there was no
vessel in the neighborhood; the island was small, we had sailed half
round it before heaving to. It was impossible to imagine that any craft
with masts could be lying off the north side of the island without our
having caught sight of her as we approached. But then it might matter
nothing that no vessel should be in sight. Likely as not the ship in the
cave had been discovered and explored, in which case the discoverer had
acted as Greaves had--sailed away for a port to re-embark in a properly
equipped expedition; a number of men had been thrown ashore to work at
the caverned Spaniard, while the vessel to which they belonged to went
away to put the horizon betwixt her and the rock, lest, by hovering and
lingering close to, she should invite the attention of anything that
passed.
These were my thoughts as I stood up in the stern sheets staring around.
But the woman? Truly, methought, had Greaves conjectured that fellows
engaged on such an errand as this of clearing the Spaniard’s hold, would
not burden themselves with a woman ashore, at all events. No noise came
from the island. A low note of the thunder of the surf hummed from the
north side, a great number of sea birds were wheeling about in the air
over that northern part at too great distance for their cries to reach
us.
“Give way,” said I.
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