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
"Ah! my young friend," he said, tapping me on the shoulder, "you have
escaped the sharks this time, I believe." At night I turned in and went
to sleep, for I had not yet recovered from my want of rest and unusual
anxiety. The next morning, there, however, was the brig, right astern
of us, though we had much increased our distance from her. When I
appeared, the captain gave me no friendly look; and it was only towards
the evening, when we had brought her topsails beneath the horizon, that
his good humour was re-established. Another night passed, and the brig
was out of sight. I thought it more than probable, however, that
Captain Idle was still following, in the hopes of finding us becalmed,
or in some other way falling in with us. I cannot stop to describe the
scenes of gambling and fighting continually going on among the
schooner's lawless crew, though their outbreaks of fury were generally
repressed, before arriving at extremities, by the energy of the little
captain. We got on tolerably well with them. Jack danced his hornpipe,
I sang, and the other two men made themselves generally useful. I,
therefore, no longer had any great fears about our present safety.
A dreadful doom was, however, prepared for most on board. One night I
was awoke by a terrific noise, and, rushing on deck, I found that one of
those fierce hurricanes which occur at times in the tropics had just
commenced. Amid a mass of spoondrift the schooner drove helplessly
before it. The night was dark as pitch, except when vivid flashes of
forked lightning darted from the clouds and shed a bright blue glare on
our decks, exhibiting a scene of horror and confusion seldom surpassed.
The seamen ran to and fro shrieking with terror, calling on their saints
to help them, and vowing candles and other offerings at their shrines,
the fiercest and most quarrelsome generally showing the most abject
fear. The little captain, to do him justice, kept his presence of mind,
and endeavoured to restore order, but he had lost all control over his
crew. Jack found his way aft to where I was standing, and I was truly
glad to have him near me.
"It's to be hoped there's no land under our lee, or it will fare ill
with us," said he. "But I'm not quite certain. Just now, when there
was a bright flash of lightning, I thought I saw something very like it
right ahead of us. We must be ready for the worst, I'm thinking, Mr
D'Arcy."
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