Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone DaysKingston, William Henry Giles
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Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone Days
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Fiction; Sea stories
The other two boats rescued several of the lugger's crew; we got hold of
six or seven more who were floating on spars or planks; one of them was
the second officer of the privateer; but out of a hundred and forty men
who were on her decks when she went down, not more than thirty were
rescued. Toby and I met with a very pleasant reception when we got on
board, and as soon as I had got on some dry clothes and had had a glass
of grog to restore my circulation, Captain Collyer sent for me into the
cabin to hear an account of our adventures. He seemed highly interested
when I told him of the gallantry of the French captain, and expressed
his regret at his death. A brave man always appreciates the bravery of
his opponent. When I got back to the berth I had to tell the story all
over again, and Toby, I have no doubt, was similarly employed among his
messmates.
"It is very evident, Merry, that you are reserved for a more exalted
fate," was the only comment Spellman made, when I ceased.
"Thank you, Miss Susan," I answered; "I owe you one."
"It is a great pity that the lugger went down, though," observed old
Perigal; "I should have had a chance of taking a run home in her as
prize-master, and seeing my wife. Besides, she might have given us a
pinch of prize-money."
The regret generally expressed was rather for the loss of the few pounds
the lugger might have given them, than for that of the men who formed
the crew.
"What! I did not know that you were married," I observed to Perigal
when he said he was married.
"But I am, though; and to a young and charming wife who deserves a
better husband," he answered in an abrupt way. "If it wasn't for her I
shouldn't be now knocking about the ocean as I have been all my life;
and yet, if it was not for her I should have very little to keep me on
shore. It's the prize-money, the booty, keeps me afloat. I am an
arrant buccaneer at heart."
"I should not have supposed you that," said I. It was now evening, and
old Perigal had his glass of grog before him. On these occasions he was
always somewhat communicative.
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