Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
"I am sure I don't know," said he. "Get me some water, Keene."
I got a pannikin of water, and he drank it.
"Don't you know where you are hurt?"
"I believe it's my side--somewhere about the body, I know; but I'm so
stiff all over, that I can't tell exactly where. Something hit me, and
I fell right down the hatchway; that's all I know about it until I found
myself in my hammock."
"Well, at all events, you won't be punished now for dropping the quid
into Mr Culpepper's mouth."
"No," replied Tommy, with a smile, in spite of his pain; "but I would
have played him a better trick than that if I had had any idea that we
should have been so soon in action. I wish I could turn round, Keene--I
think I should be easier."
I turned poor Tommy in his hammock, and then left him. I looked at the
son of the Dutch captain--he was slumbering; he was a very slight youth,
with very beautiful, but very feminine features. I felt a kindness
towards him, poor fellow; for he had lost his father, and he was about
to pass his best years in prison. But the boatswain's mates piped to
breakfast, and I hastened down into the berth to get my share of the
cocoa.
As soon as the men had finished their breakfast, the hands were again
turned up, the lower deck cleared and washed, new sails bent and the
guns properly secured; screens were put up round the half-deck where the
wounded were in their beds. The dead were brought up and sewed up in
their hammocks, laid out on gratings, and covered with the ensign and
union jack, preparatory to their being committed to the deep. Another
party was sent to assist on board of the prize, and the prisoners were
brought on board, and put down in the fore-hold, which had been cleared
for their reception.
By noon everything was so far ready that we were enabled to take the
prize in tow, and make sail on the Calliope, after which the men, who
were exhausted, went to dinner, and were permitted to sleep during the
remainder of the day until the evening, when the ship's company was
ordered up, and the dead were committed to the deep blue sea with the
usual ceremonies.
The breeze was steady but the water was smooth during the night, and
glad I was to throw myself on one of the lockers in the midshipmen's
berth, after so many hours of excitement. I slept till four in the
morning, and finding the planks not quite so soft as they might be, I
then turned into the hammock of the midshipman of the morning watch, and
remained till six hells, when Bob Cross came down and told me that the
captain would soon be on deck.
"Well, Cross," said I, as I came on deck and went aft to look at the
prize in tow, "this is a nice business, and our captain will gain a
great deal of credit."
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