Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 18th century -- Fiction; Nore Mutiny, 1797 -- Fiction
About midnight the moon burst through the clouds, which gradually rolled
away to the western horizon, as if they had been furled by some
invisible spirits in the air. The wind, after several feeble gusts,
like the last breathings of some expiring creature unwilling to loosen
the "silver cord," subsided to a calm. It then shifted round to the
eastward. The waves relaxed in their force until they did little more
than play upon the side of the wreck, so lately the object of their
fury. The dark shadows of the rocks were no longer relieved by the
white foam of the surf, which had raged among them with such violence.
Before morning all was calm, and the survivors, as they shrunk and
shivered in their wet garments, encouraged each other with the prospect
of a speedy termination to their sufferings on the reappearance of
daylight. The sun rose in splendour, and seemed, as he darted his
searching rays through the cloudless expanse, to exclaim in his pride,
"Behold how I bring light and heat, joy and salvation, to you, late
despairing creatures!" The rocks of the reef above water, which had
previously been a source of horror, and had been contemplated as the
sure engines of their destruction, were now joyfully reckoned as so many
resting-spots for those who were about to attempt to reach the land.
The most daring and expert swimmers launched themselves into the water,
and made for the nearest cluster of rocks, with difficulty gaining a
footing on them, after clinging by the dark and slippery sea-weed which
covered their tops, like shaggy hair on the heads of so many emerging
giants. The waving of the hands of the party who had succeeded in
gaining the rocks, encouraged a second to follow; while others, who
could not swim, were busily employed in searching for the means of
supporting themselves in the water, and floating themselves on shore.
Self, that had predominated, now lost its ground. Those who had allowed
their shipmates to perish in attempting to gain the same place of
security as themselves, without an effort in their favour, or one sigh
for their unlucky fate, now that hope was revived almost to a certainty
of deliverance, showed as much interest in the preservation of others
lying in a state of exhaustion, as they did for their own. The
remaining officers recovered their authority, which had been
disregarded, and the shattered fragment of the _Aspasia_ reassumed their
rights of discipline and obedience to the last. In a few hours, sick,
disabled, and wounded were all safely landed, and the raft which had
been constructed returned to the wreck, to bring on shore whatever might
be useful.
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