Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
As soon as the admiral made his appearance, he shook me warmly by the
hand. "Captain Keene," said he, "I wish you joy: I see you are
following up your career in the West Indies. We know you well enough by
the despatches, and I am glad to be personally acquainted with you.
This last business will, I have no doubt, give you the next step, as
soon as you have been a little longer as commander. Mr Charles, desire
them to make the signal for the Diligente and schooner to come into
harbour. The Indiaman may, of course, do as he pleases. Now then, for
breakfast."
The admiral, of course, asked me as many questions as the secretary, and
ended, as I rose to take my leave, in requesting the pleasure of my
company to dinner on that day. As the reader may suppose, I had every
reason to be satisfied with my reception.
As soon as I had left the admiral's office, I put into the post-office,
with my own hands, my letter to my mother, and one to Lord de Versely.
In the latter I told him of my good fortune, and enclosed a copy of my
despatch to the Admiralty. Although the despatch was written modestly,
still the circumstances in themselves--my having recaptured an Indiaman,
and carried, by boarding, a vessel of equal force to my own, and
superior in men--had a very good appearance, and I certainly obtained
greater credit than it really deserved. It was not at all necessary to
say that I hoisted French colours, and therefore took the schooner
unawares, or that at the time most of her men were on board of the
Indiaman; the great art in this world is, to know where to leave off,
and in nothing more than when people take the pen in their hands.
As soon as I had finished my correspondence--for I wrote a few lines to
Mrs Bridgeman, at Chatham, and a postscript to my mother's letter--I
went down to the saluting battery, when I found that the two vessels
were just entering the harbour. I went up and reported it at the
admiral's office, and the admiral went on board of both vessels to
examine them himself, and he ordered a dock-yard survey. They were both
pronounced fit for his Majesty's service, with the necessary dock-yard
alterations. The crew of the Diligente were turned over to a hulk,
preparatory to unrigging and clearing her out for dock. As soon as I
left the admiral's house, I sat down at the George Hotel, where I had
taken up my quarters, and wrote a long letter to Minnie Vanderwelt.
Cross called upon me the next morning. I saw by his countenance that he
had good news to tell me. He had found his lady-love as constant as he
could wish, and having explained to the blind old smuggler that he had
been offered and accepted the situation of boatswain in his Majesty's
service during the time that he was in the West Indies, he had received
his approbation of his conduct, and a warm welcome to the house whenever
he could come on shore.
"I have not put the question to the old chap yet, Captain Keene," said
he, "but I think I will very soon."
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