Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
When we came to an anchor, their majesties, with their courtiers, went
ashore, and we had the ship to ourselves. We got leave to visit a
number of ruins and other places. As far as we could judge, we should
have time to become well acquainted with the neighbourhood, as our
captain was evidently intent on enjoying himself after his own fashion,
and showed no inclination to put to sea. Lord Robert knew, however,
that even he must not remain there for ever, and, fearing that the
commodore might come in and send him off, with orders not to return,
reluctantly came on board; the anchor was weighed, and we sailed on a
cruise along the African coast. At that time the Barbary States, as
they were called, were nominally at peace with England, but their
cruisers didn't object to capture English merchantmen when they could
fall in with them, and carry off their crews into slavery. In the
daytime we stood close to the coast, and at night kept at a respectful
distance. We had one night been standing to the eastward, about nine
miles off the land.
Just as day dawned the look-out from aloft shouted, "Two sail ahead!"
"What are they like?" inquired the first lieutenant.
"I can't make out, sir," was the answer. "One seems to me as if she had
boarded the other, for she's close alongside."
Mr Saunders at once sent me aloft to have a look at the strangers. I
was also at first puzzled, till the light increased, when I made out an
English merchant vessel, and a foreign-looking ship alongside her. Soon
after I came down, and had reported what I had seen, we made them out
clearly from the deck.
"We must overhaul those fellows," said the first lieutenant, and he
instantly gave orders to make all sail.
The breeze was increasing, and we soon neared them. At last we saw the
larger ship make sail, and stand in for the land, while the other
remained, with her yards some one way some another. As she was not
likely to move, we steered after the first. The captain had been
called, and now made his appearance on deck. Our fear was that the
stranger would run on shore, or get into some harbour before we could
come up with her. That she was an Algerine pirate, and had been engaged
in plundering the brig, we had no doubt. However, she was not a very
fast sailer, and we soon got her within range of our guns.
"Give her a shot across the forefoot, and make her heave to," cried the
captain, who was more animated than I had ever yet seen him.
Our larboard bow-chaser was fired, but the Algerine took no notice of
it. We now sent our shot as fast as our guns could be run in and
loaded. Several struck her, and at last her main-yard was knocked away.
Still she stood on, her object being, apparently, to induce us to
follow till we ran ashore. The men were sent into the chains to heave
the lead. Occasionally the chase fired at us, but her shot did us no
damage.
"She will escape us after all," cried the captain, stamping with
impatience.
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