Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"Ah, Captain Pinto," exclaimed Don Luis, with a smile on his lips, "I
trust that this once, at least, my hopes rather than your forebodings
may be realised; see, the breeze is still our friend, nor does it seem
inclined to desert us, and perhaps, after all our fears, yonder mass may
prove but a fog bank, through which we may quickly cleave our way."
"Still sanguine, and expecting better fortune than will probably fall to
our lot? But, although your hopes are bright, I am not to be deceived
by any treacherous appearances. Even while you have been speaking the
breeze has fallen; look over the side, and observe the ship makes much
less way through the water than she did a few minutes ago; and see her
wake, for how short a distance does the foamy line extend ere the waves
obliterate all signs of it! Mark me, the breeze, like hollow friends,
will soon desert us. Ah! said I not true? The words have scarcely
passed my lips ere my predictions are fulfilled."
As he spoke, the sails gave one loud flap against the mast, though they
again bulged out as the last effort of the dying breeze once more filled
them. In a moment the commander was all life and animation. "In all
studding sails, Senhor Alvez," he shouted to his first lieutenant.
"They are like officious friends, and do us more harm than benefit."
"All hands, shorten sail," was echoed through the ship, as the sailors
sprung with alacrity on deck.
"Be quick, my men, be quick! There's no time to lose!--Man your
downhauls!--Let fly your gear!" shouted the Captain, through his
speaking-trumpet; and in a minute the light, airy canvass, before
extended like wings on each side of the larger sails, was taken into the
tops, or hauled down on deck. "Hand the royals, Senhor Alvez," cried
the commander again. "Furl topgallant-sails, and down with the royal
and topgallant-yards!" he quickly added. "We may as well relieve the
craft of all top-hamper: she'll dance all the lighter for it."
These orders were quickly accomplished by a ready and active crew, who
sprung aloft with all the activity, and somewhat of the chattering, of
monkeys; for, in those times, the strict discipline and regularity of
the present day were not observed in any service, and silence was not
considered a necessary part of duty. Scarcely had the men returned on
deck, when they were again ordered aloft, although it had now fallen a
complete calm, the vessel rolling on the long smooth swell which seemed
to rise without any impelling power, like the breathing of some vast
giant in his sleep. The sun, now sinking rapidly in the ocean, still
shone with dazzling brightness, from a dark blue sky yet unclouded in
that part of the heavens in which his course lay. The sails flapped
lazily against the masts, with a dull sound like a distant cannonade,
the timbers creaked, and the water splashed, as she slowly rolled from
side to side, the bubbles of foam sparkling brightly around the black
and shining wales.
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