Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
The next day, after I had been on board of the schooner, and given my
orders to Bob Cross, I returned to Mr Fraser, and sat down to write to
Mr Vanderwelt; I also wrote to Minnie, which I had never done before.
That my night reveries had an effect on me is certain, for I wrote her a
long letter; whereas, had I commenced one before my arrival at Curacao,
I should have been puzzled to have made out ten lines. I told her I was
sitting in the same chair, that I was sleeping in the same room, that I
could not look around me without being reminded of her dear face, and
the happy hours we passed together; that Mr Fraser had told me how tall
she had grown, and was no longer the little Minnie that used to kiss me.
In fact, I wrote quite romantically as well as affectionately, and when
I read over my letter, wondered how it was that I had become so
eloquent. I begged Mr Vanderwelt to write to me as soon as possible,
and tell me all about their doings. I sealed my letter, and then threw
myself back in my chair, and once more indulged in the reveries of the
night before. I had a new feeling suddenly sprung up in my heart, which
threatened to be a formidable rival to my ambition.
In two days the Firefly was ready, and I reported her as being so to
Captain C---. He gave me my orders, which were to cruise for six weeks,
and then to rejoin the admiral at Port Royal, unless circumstances
should make me think it advisable to return to the island. The boats of
the men-of-war were sent to tow me out of the harbour, and I was once
more on the wide blue sea--the schooner darting along like a dolphin.
For a fortnight we cruised without seeing any vessel but the Naiad. I
was very much afraid that the captain would have ordered me to keep
company; but as he considered his vessel quite a match for the brig and
schooner if he should fall in with them, and did not want the
prize-money to be shared with the crew of the Firefly, he allowed me to
go my own way, saying to me, laughingly, as I went over the side, "They
will certainly take you if they meet you, and we shall have to recapture
you."
"Well, I hope you will not forget your promise, sir," replied I; "I
shall depend upon you."
During the fortnight that I had been out, I had taken great pains in
exercising the men at their guns, the great gun particularly; and I had
had an excellent sight put on it, which it had not, and very much
required. During two or three days' calm, I had fired shot at a mark
for three or four hours each day, and I found that the men, with this
little practice, were very expert, and could hit a very small object,
now that the sight was put on the gun. The two best shots, however,
were the gunner and Bob Cross.
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