Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Scarcely had he uttered the words than there came a loud roar. Up rose
the masts of the Algerine, with her deck, and fragments of wreck and
human bodies, and then down they fell into the water, and, except a few
spars and planks, the fine vessel we had just seen vanished from sight.
The frigate's head was at once put off shore; the boats were lowered,
and pulled away to rescue any of the unfortunate wretches who had
escaped destruction. I went in one of the boats, and we approached the
scene of the catastrophe. We saw two or three people clinging to the
spars, but as they perceived us they let go their hold and sank from
sight, afraid, probably, of falling into our hands alive. As soon as
the boats returned on board, the frigate's sails were filled, and we
stood for the brig alongside which we had seen the Algerine, hoping to
find that her crew had escaped with their lives, even though the vessel
might have been plundered. As we again caught sight of her, however, we
observed that her yards were braced, some one way, some another, and she
lay like a boy's model vessel on a pond, without a hand to guide the
helm.
"That looks bad," observed Nettleship.
"Perhaps the poor fellows are below, thinking the Algerine still in
sight, and are afraid to return on deck," I remarked.
"Very little chance of that," he replied; "however, we shall see
presently."
On getting near the brig, the frigate was hove-to, and I was sent in a
boat with the second lieutenant to board her. A fearful sight met our
eyes. On her deck lay stretched the bodies of her officers and crew,
almost cut to pieces by the sharp scimitars of their assailants. We
hurried below, hoping to find some still alive, but not a voice answered
to our shouts. Finding a couple of lanterns, we explored the vessel
fore and aft, but the wretches who had just met their doom had made
certain work of it, having killed every human being who had attempted to
resist them. Many of the sufferers whom they had captured must have
perished when their vessel blew up. The lieutenant sent me back to
report the state of things to the captain. After a short talk with Mr
Saunders, Lord Robert sent for Nettleship.
"I put you in charge of the brig," he said. "You may take Pim and
Finnahan with you, and follow close in our wake, I intend to steer for
Gibraltar, and will there ascertain whether it is necessary for me to
send the brig to England or not."
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