Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
About noon it again cleared up to leeward, but the Dryad was no longer
to be seen: this was reported to me. As it was nearly three hours since
we last had a sight of her, I knew her fate too well--she had plenty of
time to go on shore, and to be broken up by the heavy seas. I did
however point my glass in the direction, and coolly observed, "she has
rounded the tail of the bank, I presume, and has bore up. It was the
best thing she could do." I then asked the master if he had wound his
chronometers, and went down into the cabin. I had not, however, been
examining the chart more than a minute, when the officer of the watch
came down, and reported that we had shoaled to twelve fathoms.
"Very good, Mr Hawkins; we shall be in shallower water yet. Let me
know if there is any change in the soundings."
As soon as the cabin door was again shut, I worked up the tide to see
when it would change against us; I found that it had changed one hour at
least. Then it will be sooner over, thought I, throwing down the
pencil.
"Mr Cross, the boatswain, wishes to speak to you, sir," said the
sentry, opening the cabin door.
"Tell him to come in," replied I. "Well, Cross, what's the matter?"
"I was speaking to the first lieutenant about getting up a runner, sir--
the fore-stay is a good deal chafed; that is, if you think it's of any
use."
"How do you mean, of any use, Cross?"
"Why, sir, although no one would suppose it from you--but if the face of
the master (and he is not a faint-hearted man neither) is to be taken as
a barometer, we shall all be in `kingdom come' before long. I've
cruised in these seas so often, that I pretty well guess where we are,
Captain Keene."
"Well, Cross, it's no use denying that we are in a mess, and nothing but
the wind going down or changing can get us out of it."
"Just as I thought sir; well, it can't be helped, so it's no use
fretting about it. I think myself that the gale is breaking, and that
we shall have fine weather by to-morrow morning."
"That will be rather too late, Cross; for I think we shall be done for
in three or four hours, if not sooner."
"Eleven fathoms, sir," said the officer of the watch, coming in hastily.
"Very well, Mr Hawkins; let her go through the water," replied I.
As soon as the cabin door was again shut, I said, "You see, Cross, the
tide is now against us, and this will not last long."
"No, sir; we shall strike in five fathoms with this heavy sea."
"I know we shall; but I do not wish to dishearten the men before it is
necessary, and then we must do our best."
"You won't be offended, I am sure, by my asking, Captain Keene, what you
think of doing?"
"Not at all, Cross; it is my intention to explain it to the ship's
company before I do it. I may as well take your opinion upon it now.
As soon as we are in six fathoms, I intend to cut away the masts and
anchor."
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