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
The reverential way in which the worthy master spoke made a deep
impression on me. There was no ostentation, no hypocrisy, no cant; but
heartfelt gratitude, and humble reliance on God's protecting hand.
"No excuse necessary. What you say is right--perfectly right. You
speak as a Christian should, and I honour you for it; but go on,"
replied Captain Poynder, who was evidently anxious to arrive at the
conclusion of the master's somewhat prolix narrative.
"Well, sir," he continued, "of one thing I felt pretty certain, that
Delano was the perpetrator of this horrible outrage. It was the very
trick he was reported to have played before, and which, from what I had
seen of him, I judged he would be ready to play again. I could hear the
water begin to rush into the ship, but it did not reach the deck of the
cabin so soon as I expected. There was a good deal of noise on deck, as
if the pirates were knocking things to pieces; and then I judged that
the vessels had separated, and that the pirate had sheered off to leave
us to our fate. All was silent, and I could not tell whether my poor
fellows had been carried off or been left to share my fate with the
brig. Some twenty minutes or half an hour had passed in this state of
uncertainty, when I heard a noise, as if bulkheads were being knocked
in, and my own name was called by a voice which I recognised as that of
my mate. I shouted joyfully in return, and in a few seconds he and some
of the crew rushed into the cabin and released me. `The brig seems in
no way inclined to go down, captain,' they exclaimed. `If we could but
get the pumps rigged, we might save her as well as our lives; but the
pirate has only sheered off to a short distance, and if the villains on
board were to catch sight of our faces on deck, they would soon return
and put a finishing stroke to us.' `Let's see if we can do anything to
keep the water out,' said I, though I had little hope of success. On
going into the hold, which was pretty well free of cargo, on examination
I discovered that the holes had been bored through the timbers, instead
of through the planks. `Either a friend or a lubber has done this,'
exclaimed my mate. `I think the former,' I observed. `Get some plugs
as fast as you can, my lads, and we'll soon stop these leaks, and yet
keep the old barkie afloat.' The holes were bored mostly high up, so
that they were easily got at, and we thus had the greater number of them
quickly plugged. There is no doubt in my mind that the man who bored
the holes hoped by that means to save our lives. One of the crew, who
had all been shut up in the forepeak, told me that the man who had
lashed his hands took occasion to pass him, when he whispered, `Don't
move till we're clear off. Things are not so bad for you as they look.'
When I heard this, I was sure that all on board the pirate were not as
great villains as their leaders. As soon as this man had got his hands
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