Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 18th century -- Fiction; Nore Mutiny, 1797 -- Fiction
The boy attending with his powder-box, upon which he had sat by the
directions of the captain of the gun, was desired by Captain M--- to
jump up and assist the men in carrying down the wounded. He sat still
on his box, supported between the capstan and the stanchions of the
companion hatchway, his eyes apparently fixed upon the captain, but not
moving in obedience to the order, although repeated in an angry tone.
He was dead!
During the confusion attending this catastrophe, the guns had been
deserted. As soon as the wounded men had been taken below, the captain
desired the boatswain to pipe to quarters, for the drummer, when called
to beat the "fire-roll," had been summoned to his last account. The
guns were again manned, and the firing recommenced; but a want of
energy, and the melancholy silence which prevailed, evidently showed
that the men, although they obeyed, did not obey cheerfully.
"Another pull of the fore-staysail, Mr Hardsett," cried Captain
M--- through his speaking-trumpet.
"Ay, ay, sir; clap on him, my lads," replied the boatswain, holding his
call between his teeth, as he lent the assistance of his powerful frame
to the exertions of the men. The sheet was aft, and belayed, and the
boatswain indulged in muttered quotations from the Scriptures:--"He
bringeth forth the clouds from the ends of the world, and sendeth forth
lightnings, with rain; bringing the winds out of his treasuries. He
smote the first-born of Egypt."
The first-lieutenant and master were in close consultation to windward.
The captain stood at the lee-gangway, occasionally desiring the
quarter-master at the conn to alter the course, regulating his own by
that of his disabled enemy.
"I'll speak to him, then," exclaimed Pearce, as the conference broke up,
and he went over to leeward to the captain.
"Captain M---, I have had the honour to serve under your command some
time, and I trust you will allow that I have never shown any want of
zeal in the discharge of my duty?"
"No, Mr Pearce," replied the captain, with a grave smile; "without
compliment, you never have."
"Then, sir, you will not be affronted at, or ascribe to unworthy
motives, a remark which I wish to make."
"Most certainly not; as I am persuaded that you will never make any
observation inconsistent with your duty, or infringing upon the rules of
the service."
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