Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the MidshipmanKingston, William Henry Giles
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Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the Midshipman
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"But before the bowman could clear his boat-hook, a couple of cold shot
were hove into the boat, and she began to fill rapidly. We had no
choice but to scramble on board, or to go down with her. As soon as we
were on the deck of the stranger, we found ourselves knocked over; and
before we could get on our legs, we were bound hand and foot. The men
who acted as officers, as well as the crew of the vessel, were rigged
out in so odd a fashion, and their faces so covered up with hair and
black patches, that I could not have recognised them had I known them
ever so well; but still, at the time, it struck me that the fellow who
seemed to be the captain, had a figure very like that of Delano. Of
course I did not say anything, as I knew that to do so would be a sure
way of getting knocked on the head, and made food for fishes. Leaving
my people and me on the deck to think what we might, the villains, who
had now got a boat in very good condition, lowered her, and, with
pistols hid under their shirts, and cutlasses and muskets stowed away
underneath the thwarts, went aboard my brig. In a few minutes they
hailed, which showed me that they had made quick work in taking
possession. The two vessels were now brought alongside each other, and
lashed together, and my men and I were then handed on board our own
craft, and carried below--I into my cabin, and the rest into the
forepeak, where others of the crew had been already conveyed. I won't
attempt to tell you how I felt, as I saw the villains rifling my boxes
and lockers, and carrying off everything worth having. They made quick
work of it, being hurried on by their captain; and then they set-to to
take possession of our cargo. They left me in my own sleeping-berth, on
my back, so that I could see nothing; but, from the sounds I heard, I
judged that they were handing bale after bale of our cargo into their
own craft. Their cargo, if they had one, I suppose they hove overboard,
to make room for ours. How long they continued at this work, I don't
know. It seemed to me an age, you may be sure, sir. At last they
knocked off, and there was silence for some time. I thought they were
going to leave us, when I heard them return on board; and there was a
sound which I could not mistake. The murderous villains were boring
holes in the ship's bottom. I felt it was all up with us. They
intended to let the brig founder, with all her crew, so that there
should be no witnesses to their robbery. In vain I tried to get my
hands loose. They were too well secured, and I had, therefore, nothing
to do but to resign myself to my fate. It was not the first time that I
had faced death; and, sirs, I knew in whom to trust. He had before
preserved my life. Gentlemen, I should be an ungrateful wretch if I did
not thus at once acknowledge God's great mercy to us. He has preserved
our lives, and we are here."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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