Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"Hoist the French ensign," said Nettleship to me; and I ran it up to the
peak.
As we got nearer it became necessary to shorten sail, that we might
lower a boat to send on board and take possession, should it be found
that the brig had been captured by the French. Whether or not it was
from the slow way in which we performed the operation, the suspicions of
the Frenchmen were aroused, and putting up their helm, they filled their
sails and ran off before the wind. We immediately let fall our courses,
and hauling down the French flag and hoisting the English, stood away in
chase.
"Give her a shot, Tom," said Nettleship. "We mustn't let her lead us
out of our course."
Tom and I hurried forward, and, training the gun ourselves, fired. The
chase took no notice of the first shot, but we quickly again loaded, and
managed to send a second plump on board her. To our satisfaction, she
immediately rounded to, when we were soon up to her, we also heaving to
to windward.
"You shall board her, Paddy," said Nettleship. "Take care to let the
Frenchmen understand that it was fortunate for them we didn't sink the
brig."
Larry, Hoolan, and four other men, formed my boat's crew, all of us of
course being armed to the teeth. We found only ten men on board, three
of whom were blacks, the rest French, under the command of a young
French midshipman. He at once handed me his sword, with a polite bow.
As I understood French,--I forget if I before said so,--I learnt from
him that the brig was, as we supposed, English; that she had been
captured a week before by a French corvette; and that he was on his way
to Saint Domingo. He looked a little downcast on losing his command,
but shrugged his shoulders, and observed that it was "_la fortune de la
guerre_." I requested him and five of his white crew to accompany me on
board my ship. He replied that he was ready, and begged that he might
be allowed to carry his traps with him.
"Certainly, monsieur," I replied; and he dived down below, as he said,
to pack them up. As he was much longer in the cabin than I considered
necessary, I grew impatient, and followed him. I found him talking to a
person in bed in one of the side-berths.
"I ought, monsieur, to have told you that I have a brother aspirant, who
is very ill; and I fear that it might cause his death were he to be
removed. Your captain would be conferring a great favour on us both,
were he to allow me to remain with him, as no one else is so well able
to nurse him as I am."
"I'll ask him," I said, looking at the sick youth, who certainly
appeared very ill. I regret, however, that I cannot delay longer, so
you must come with me.
"I'll obey you, monsieur," said the midshipman; and exchanging a few
more words with his sick companion, he followed me on deck.
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