Now it came about at this time that we ran short of fresh water--which
in such a tropic place is above all things the first necessity of
man--and so it was arranged that I should take the tender and go to
our isle in charge of her, leaving Phips to do as he had ever been
doing, namely, superintending the bringing up of the plate to the
surface. In my place as chief diver, or officer in charge of the
divers, there was to go down our bos'un, a worthy, honest man, who
could be trusted in all. The tender was--as Heaven would have it, and
as 'twas afterwards most providentially proved--a very fast, swift
sailer, and was a Dutch galliot that had come to Porto, and had been
seized for debt by the man from whom we bought her. Also she was
armed, or rather fit to be armed, having cannon-ports in her sides
capable of taking small cannon, and, as we never trusted in this
region to chance, I took with me four of our little guns, a swivel
gun, and, of course, our muskets. As you shall see, 'twas well I did.
They were soon to be wanted.
So we parted from our companions, to be gone from them for two or
three days at most, yet there were some of us never more to meet in
this world. So I parted from my tried friend and comrade, Phips,
thinking that we should sail home together as we had sailed out--yet,
alas! but little more was I to set eyes upon him in this world
neither. Both of us were to succeed and prosper--though he to die
young--yet were we only to come together once again for a short time.
Yet, why digress from my story? Better to go straightforward and
plain, and so make an ending.
We reached our little isle, and rounding the point to get to our old
landing place, lost sight of the _Furie_, and, taking the boat after
we had anchored her in "Safety Cove," as we called it, all went ashore
but two, being right glad to once more step on land for a stretch. We
meant that day, by Phips' leave, to take our ease, to lie about, and
to gather some of the sweet fruits that therein do grow, and to catch
some fish to take back to our comrades. Then, the next day, we did
intend to fill up our casks, cut some wood for the cook's galley, and
so back. And this we did do, getting yams and shaddocks, and so
forth--and catching of many pounds of what in these parts are called
mullets, though, indeed, they are full-sized trouts, and many crayfish
and some soft-shell'd crabs. So the day went and we lay down to sleep.
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