Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 18th century -- Fiction; Nore Mutiny, 1797 -- Fiction
The cutter was on shore before the gun could be reloaded and fired a
second time. The crew, with the officer at their head, were seen to
clamber up the rock! In a minute they returned, and jumping into the
boat, pulled off to give their aid to the capture of the vessel.
"He has spiked the gun, I am certain," observed Captain M---.
Before the cutter could regain her station, the other boats, were
summoned by the bugle in the launch, and, with loud cheering, pulled up
together to the attack. The booms, which had been rigged out to prevent
them from coming alongside, already shot through by the grape from the
launch, offered but little resistance to the impetus with which the
boats were forced against them; they either broke in two, or sank under
water.
"There's _board_--Hurrah!" cried all the men who remained in the
_Aspasia_, cheering those who heard them not.
But I must transport the reader to the scene of slaughter; for if he
remains on board of the _Aspasia_, he will distinguish nothing but fire
and smoke. Don't be afraid, ladies, if I take you on board of the
schooner--"these our actors are all air, thin air," raised by the magic
pen for your amusement. Come, then, fearlessly, with me, and view the
scene of mortal strife. The launch has boarded on the starboard
gangway, and it is against her that the crew of the privateer have
directed their main efforts.
The boarding nettings cannot be divided, and the men are thrown back
wounded or dead, into the boat. The crew of the pinnace are attempting
the bows with indifferent success. Some have already fallen a sacrifice
to their valour--none have yet succeeded in gaining a footing on deck,
while the marines are resisting, with their bayonets, the thrusts of the
boarding pikes which are protruded through the ports. Courtenay has not
yet boarded in the barge, for, on pulling up on the quarter, he
perceived that, on the larboard side of the vessel, the boarding
nettings had either been neglected to be properly triced up, or had been
cut away by the fire from the boats. He has pushed alongside, to take
advantage of the opening, and the two cutters have followed him. They
board with little resistance--the enemy are too busy repelling the
attacks on the other side--and as his men pour upon the privateer's
deck, the crews of the launch and pinnace, tired with their vain
endeavours to divide the nettings, and rendered desperate by their loss,
have run up the fore and main rigging above the nettings, and thrown
themselves down, cutlass in hand into the _melee_ below, careless of the
points of the weapons which may meet them in their descent. Now is the
struggle for life or death!
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