Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"By the mark, nine," was called, and immediately followed by "By the
mark, eight." Before the men in the chains could again cry out, a loud
crash was heard,--every timber in the ship trembled,--the tall masts
quivered.
"We're on shore," I cried out.
"No doubt about that," said Nettleship, "and likely to remain there
too."
The captain at once ordered the men aloft to furl sails.
Our pursuer, not wishing to meet with the same fate, hauled her wind,
and stood to a distance, which left us beyond the reach of her guns.
"Roll them up anyhow. Be smart about it," cried Mr Saunders.
It was done. Then the order came,--"Out boats!"
Every boat was got into the water, and brought over to the starboard
side, with a few hands in each.
"We shall have to cut away the masts," said Nettleship, whom I again
passed.
The ship was still forging over the ledge on which she had struck,
closer and closer towards the shore. The order which he expected
quickly came.
"Stand from under," shouted Mr Saunders. Some of the men sprang below,
others forward. We, the officers, rushed aft. The carpenter, with his
mates, and the boatswain, stood ready, with their gleaming axes in their
hands.
"Cut!" cried the captain.
The shrouds were severed at one side, then the axes descended. A few
strokes, and the masts in rapid succession fell overboard. We had all
been so engaged in this operation that we had not watched our enemies.
We now saw the line-of-battle ship signalling the frigates. Shortly
after they were seen to stand in, apparently for the object of attacking
us.
"It must be done," cried Captain Macnamara. "Lads, I'm sorry to say we
must leave our stout ship. We must not allow her, however, to fall into
the hands of the enemy. Get your clothes, and anything you value most,
as I have resolved to destroy her."
Every one now hurried below to get their clothes, and such other things
as they desired to preserve. The purser appeared with the ship's
papers, the master with the ship's log, and the captain with a few
instruments. Muskets and ammunition, pistols and cutlasses, were then
served out, so that we might have the means of resisting the enemy
should they attempt to land. All were now ready for embarking. He
would allow none of us to take larger sized packages than the men were
permitted to carry away. The crew were now all told off to take their
places in the boats. The midshipmen and boys, as in the case of fire or
shipwreck, were sent first. Larry was in my boat.
"It's a sad day this, Mr Terence, which I never thought to see," he
said; "but arrah! I've not forgotten my fiddle, and it will be mighty
convenient to cheer the hearts of our poor fellows when we get ashore."
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