The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish MainAimard, Gustave
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The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish Main
Aimard, Gustave
Buccaneers -- Fiction
"Does this charter party suit you, brethren?" he then asked the
filibusters.
"Yes, yes," they shouted, waving their caps, "long live Montbarts! Long
live Montbarts!"
"And you swear, as my officers and myself swear, to obey without a
murmur, and strictly carry out all the clauses of this charter party?"
"We swear it," they repeated.
"Very good," Montbarts continued; "the embarkation will commence at
sunrise tomorrow, and all the crews must be on board the fleet before
ten o'clock."
"We will be there."
"Now, brethren, let me remind you that each of you must be armed with a
fusil, and a cutlass, have a bag of bullets, and at least three pounds
of gunpowder: I repeat that the expedition we are about to undertake
is most serious, so that you may not forget to choose your chums, that
they may aid you in the case of illness or wounds, and make your wills,
as otherwise your shares would lapse to the king. You have understood
me, brothers? Employ as you please the few hours' liberty left you, but
do not forget that I expect you on board at day break tomorrow."
The filibusters replied by shouts, and left the shed, where there only
remained the governor, Montbarts, his captains, and the new engagé
called the Olonnais, whom the adventurer had bought by auction a few
hours previously, and who, far from being sad, seemed, on the contrary,
extremely pleased at all that was going on in his presence.
"As for you, gentlemen," Montbarts said, "I have no orders to give
you, for you know as well as I what you have to do. Draw lots for your
commands, then go on board, inspect the masts and rigging, and get
ready to sail at the first signal. These are the only recommendations,
I think, I need make you. Good-bye."
The three captains bowed, and at once withdrew.
"Ah!" Chevalier de Fontenay said, with an accent of regret, "My dear
Montbarts, I never see an expedition preparing without having a lively
feeling of sorrow, and almost of envy."
"Do you regret your adventurous life, sir? I understand that feeling,
although each expedition brings you an augmentation of wealth."
"What do I care for that? Do not believe that I make an avaricious
calculation. No! My thoughts are of a higher order. But the moment is
badly chosen to chatter with you. Go, sir! And if you succeed, as I do
not doubt--and yet, who knows? On your return we shall perhaps be able
to come to an understanding; and then we will attempt an expedition
together, which I hope will be talked about for a long time."
"I shall be glad," the filibuster replied, politely, "to have you as a
partner. Your brilliant courage, and far from ordinary merit, are to
me certain guarantees of success. I shall therefore have the honour to
hold myself at your orders, if it please Heaven that I succeed this
time, and return safe and sound from the expedition I meditate."
"Good luck, sir; and let us hope to meet again soon."
"Thank you, sir."
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