The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" GalleyKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" Galley
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Sea stories
"A land breeze enabled us to get to sea that evening, when soon
afterwards we parted company with the _Buckingham_, we shaping a course
back to Jamaica. We were all very jolly on board, for we had plenty of
provisions, and had unexpectedly come in for a nice little lump of
prize-money.
"I must tell you that Peter had become a great favourite on board, and
of this he himself seemed well aware, though he wisely never presumed on
it. I had, as I told you, been curious to find out how he was so well
acquainted with the haunts of the pirates. At last, one day, I asked
him, when I happened to be alone in the berth and he had come to get
something out of a locker.
"`Me tell you, Massa Tracy, for me now know berry well you my friend,'
he answered.
"`You're right, Peter,' I replied, `and you may be sure that from
nothing you say will you criminate yourself.'
"`Me only tell de truth on de honour of gentleman;' and Peter put his
hand on his heart as he had seen the Frenchmen do.
"`Heave ahead, Peter,' I said, `or your yarn may be out short.'
"`Berry well, Massa Tracy,' said Peter. `It happen dis way. I was
'board a French ship, _Les deux Amis_, bound from Bordeaux to Port au
Prince, when just as we 'bout twenty league to de eastward ob San
Domingo, keeping a look-out dat no English cruiser pick us up, we see
one evening, just as de sun go down, a big ship from de nor'ard standing
for us. De cappen say she French--de mate say she Spanish--some ob de
men say she Dutch--oders strife she English--I not know what to tink.
De cappen say, "Best make all sail and stand 'way." So we did; but de
bell just strike two in de fust watch, when we see her ranging up
alongside. Den de cappen order de guns to be fired; but before de
matches lighted, de stranger she aboard us. In a few minutes forty
savage-looking fellows came springing on to our deck, pistolling some
and cutting down oders of de crew. I see at once what going to happen--
if I stay on board de brig, I be killed wid de rest--so I make a leap
and gain de fore-rigging ob de stranger. Running for'ard, I leap down
de hatchway and stow myself away in a berth. Eben dere I hear de
dreadful cries and shrieks ob de crew as dey put to death by de
pirates--for such I guess be de gentry into hands whose we hab fallen.
I know by de sounds I hear as I lie quaking in de berth dat dey were
removing de cargo ob de prize on board dere own ship. It was nearly
daylight before dey hab taken out all de cargo dey wish to secure; den
dey cast off, and directly afterwards I hear several shot fired. I know
dat sooner or later I must show myself, as de watch who hab been working
all night would be coming below to turn in; so I creep on deck, and make
my way aft to where a man I tink must be de cappen was standing. No one
stop me, for dey all too busy or too sleepy to notice me. I take off my
hat and make him a polite bow, and ask in English if he want a
cabin-steward, as I ready to serve him.
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