Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
As soon as Nettleship had finished his account, the captain directed
that we should be taken below, and hammocks slung for us.
"I would advise you to turn in, young gentlemen, as soon as you have had
some food," he said, as we were leaving.
He also ordered that our boat's crew should be well looked after. The
surgeon, who was summoned, went to attend to them, and to prevent them
from being overfed, or overdosed with grog, which to a certainty they
would otherwise have been by the seamen of the ship. As I was going
down to the orlop deck, Larry came aft, supported by two men, with his
fiddle-case under his arm.
"Och, Mr Terence," he said, "I'm mighty glad to find ourselves safe
aboard a big ship again, and to see you all right. It is more than I
thought to do since our own went down with all her brave boys, barrin'
ourselves."
The doctor, finding that we did not require much of his assistance,
attended to Larry and the other men, who appeared far more knocked up
than we were, and they were at once sent to their hammocks. We were
ushered into the gun-room by the master's mate, who accompanied us.
Here we found a number of midshipmen seated at a table, employed in
various ways. They greeted us warmly, and were all eager to know our
adventures, which we told them while discussing the meal placed before
us. Scarcely, however, had I finished eating, when my head dropped on
the table, and there I should have sat, had not one of the
assistant-surgeons aroused me and advised me to turn in. I slept on, as
did Nettleship and Tom, till the hammocks were piped up next morning,
and, if left alone, should not have awoke for hours afterwards.
We all three, though still weak, felt pretty well able to get about, and
were in reality in a better state than many of the officers and men, who
were suffering from the effect of the West Indian climate. I never saw
so pale and haggard a crew. We were treated with the greatest kindness
by our new messmates, and Nettleship was asked into the ward-room, to
give a further account of what had happened to us. We had indeed ample
reason to be thankful for our preservation, when so many on board our
own and other ships had perished.
In a couple of days we were as well as ever, and, as many of the mates
and midshipmen were too ill to do duty, we were directed to take their
places. Larry, as usual, made himself at home with his fiddle, and soon
set the seamen and French prisoners jigging away, as he had done on
board other ships.
We were standing on with all the canvas the battered old _Hector_ could
carry, with the wind from the southward, when the look-out aloft
announced two sail away to leeward. One of the lieutenants, with his
telescope on his back, immediately went to the main-topmast cross-trees
to have a look at them.
"As far as I can make out, they are two frigates, sir, coming up before
the wind," he said to the captain when he came down.
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