Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Presently the French ships were seen to shorten sail, when our captain
sent the hands again aloft to do the same. They had barely time to come
down and return to their quarters, when a shot, fired by the leading
French frigate, came flying across our deck. No one was hit, but a
hammock and part of the hammock-nettings were knocked away. It showed
what we had to expect.
I expected that the captain would return the compliment, but he waited
calmly till we got nearer. We were to leeward, it must be understood;
but although that would have been a disadvantage had there been any sea
running, as the ocean was calm it didn't make much difference, while we
were thus better able to protect our convoy, and prevent the enemy from
running among them and committing mischief.
Again the breeze freshened, and standing on, we passed the corvette,
which fired a few shots at us without doing any damage. We then
received a similar compliment from the second French frigate, several of
her shots striking the _Liffy_. In a few minutes we were up to our
largest antagonist. As our bow gun came abreast of her quarter, our
captain shouted, "Fire!" and gun after gun was discharged in rapid
succession, the enemy blazing away at us in return.
The _Amethyst_ was meantime engaged with the second frigate, and the
corvette with the French ship of the same size as herself.
Shot after shot came on board. First one man was struck down, then
another and another, and several were carried below to be placed under
the hands of the surgeons. Some were drawn aside, their fighting days
over. What damage we were producing among the enemy could not at first
be ascertained, for all the ships, from our rapid firing, were enveloped
in clouds of smoke. Looking up, I could see that our sails were pierced
in several places. Crash succeeded crash, as the enemy's shot struck
our sides or bulwarks, and sent the splinters flying about in all
directions.
It was somewhat trying work for us, who had nothing to do except to keep
our eyes upon the captain, in case he should have any orders to give us.
We had made sure of capturing one of the French ships, if not all.
Presently, looking astern, I saw the fore-yard of the _Amethyst_ come
down on deck, and shortly afterwards our fore-top mast was carried away.
Our captain, hitherto so calm, stamped his foot on the deck with
vexation. Our men, to make amends, tossed their guns in and out as if
they had been playthings, firing away with wonderful rapidity; and I
believe the gun at which Larry was stationed fully carried out his
promise of drilling more than one hole in the side of our opponent. Her
masts and spars were entire, as were those of the other frigate, but
their bulwarks were shattered in several places, which was evident by
the white streaks their sides exhibited.
"Blaze away, my lads," cried the captain. "We'll still have one of
them, at least, for they'll not long stand the pounding you're giving
them."
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