"_Ah! misericordia, misericordia, misericordia_!" was the burden of his plaint. "_E impossible_, signor. If you do go to the bottom, heretics though we are, you will be in very goodly company," exclaimed Tourniquet. "And then think of the magnificent feast we shall make for the fishes. Let that be your consolation." But poor Signor Mezzi refused to be comforted even by such a prospect; and even our medico himself, when he found the ship still remaining in her unusual position, and heard the uproar going on overhead, began to entertain some very disagreeable doubts as to the possibility of the event to which he was alluding actually occurring, and looked very blue about the gills; whereat little Scribble, the clerk, laughed heartily at him, and seated himself on the table, with his feet on the side of the ship, affirming that he was not afraid, and was as contented and happy as ever--the truth being, not that the young donkey was a bit more brave than the other two, but that he had not the sense to know the danger he was in, and that not a seaman on board but saw that the next moment might be his last. Tourniquet had not the heart to move and give Scribble a thrashing, or he would have done so. But to return on deck. The instant the squall struck the ship, Captain Poynder hastened from his cabin, and, seizing his speaking-trumpet, in a calm tone issued the necessary orders. "Down, every youngster, from the rigging. Clue up--haul down--let fly of all!" It was too late. Before the words were out of his mouth, the ship was over on her beam-ends, and lay like a log, neither sails nor rudder having longer power over her. To describe the wild horror of the scene would be almost impossible. The rent sails flashing and flapping in the gale; the ropes lashing furiously, as if in an attempt to seize some one within their deadly coils; every timber quivering and groaning; the wind roaring; and the foam in thick sheets flying over us. Though the helm, as I have said, was hard up, still she lay in the trough of the sea, without a hope of once more rising. "Send the carpenter and his crew aft, with their axes," shouted the captain. Chissel and his mates quickly obeyed the summons, for he had seen from the first that his services would too probably be required. "Stand by, to cut away the masts," added Captain Poynder.