The schooner having a crew put on board her, the two vessels stood away
to the westward. Peter told me that he suspected we were bound to one
of the numerous small islands--keys they are called--which are found in
great numbers off the south coast of Cuba. We were allowed to walk
about the deck without molestation; but our position was far from a
pleasant one, for any moment our captors might take it into their heads
to make us walk the plank, or to get rid of us by some other means. I
had never seen a person made to walk the plank, but I had heard it
described as a favourite method employed by pirates to get rid of their
prisoners. A long plank is run out over the side, and the victim,
blindfolded, is made to walk along it. When he gets to the outer end,
the inner part is tilted up, and he is slid into the sea. I earnestly
prayed that such might not be our fate, and yet I could not see what
better we could expect. We had evidently fallen into the hands of
desperate outlaws, not likely to be influenced by any of the dictates of
humanity. At all events, we were likely to be kept prisoners, and
probably made to work as slaves for these villains, without a chance of
escaping. The captain seemed most cast down. He would, of course, most
certainly be thought to be lost. His vessel would sail without him, and
report his death at home. As he was a married man, with several
children, the trial was indeed great to him.
I tried to make out who was the captain of the pirates, but they
appeared at first to me to be all equal. A fat, sturdy mulatto, was, I
after a time suspected, the chief mate, or one of the principal
officers; and the Spaniard, who had first succeeded in boarding us, was
another. Not one of them spoke a word of English, though from the first
I suspected that two or more of the white men understood it, if they
were not Englishmen or people from the American colonies. At all
events, I followed Peter's advice--not to say anything about which it
might be well not to have heard. I have often seen people get into
great scrapes, and bring most disagreeable consequences on themselves,
from disregarding that rule. Never say anything among foreigners, in
your own or any other language, which you do not wish them to
understand; or even give expression to your feelings in looks, which
even savages, you should remember, can frequently comprehend.
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