Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"If we were to sail on till doomsday we should never come up with him,
were he to seek to avoid us," muttered the old Pilot, as he gazed
earnestly towards the spot where the ship was last seen.
The first lieutenant descended to the main-deck, to see the orders
executed: the guns were then loaded and run out, a most perilous
undertaking; for the sea rushed through the open ports each roll the
ship made, flooding the decks, almost filling the guns, wetting the
ammunition, and extinguishing the matches. The seamen, frequently up to
their knees in water, were exposed to the danger of the guns breaking
loose, an accident which did indeed occur more than once; but,
encouraged by their officers, they perseveringly retained their
stations. Once, indeed, the dangers and horrors of the terrific scene
overcame the courage of some, and they showed symptoms of abandoning
themselves to despair, calling on the Virgin and all the saints to aid
them; but the gallant Captain Pinto, followed by Don Luis and some of
the other officers, rushed among them, so earnestly encouraging them to
do their duty, both by words and gestures, that they promised to fight
to the last gasp, and sink with their colours flying.
Don Luis returned with the captain to the poop, offering to take charge
of some of the small brass guns and swivels, should they come to closer
quarters.
During this state of doubt and uncertainty, every instant seemed an
hour; for no one could tell when they might again be engaged, or what
might be the issue of the combat with an adversary which was equal to,
if not larger than their own vessel. As the thick mist we have spoken
of flew past them, the dim outline of the foe was again distinguished by
some of the keenest eyes on board, still in the same relative position
in which they had last seen her, and by her movements she evidently had
them in sight, but seemed disinclined to renew the engagement.
"Give him a shot for the honour of Portugal," shouted the Captain. "We
will convince him that we, at all events, are perfectly ready to fight."
The order was immediately obeyed; but the stranger took not the
slightest notice of the challenge.
"We will near him, to discover, if possible, who he is. Port your helm
a little. That will do, we shall soon edge down to him."
A few minutes, however, convinced him that the enemy had no intention of
meeting at nearer quarters; for, no sooner did she perceive the aim of
the Portuguese, than she altered her course in the same degree that they
had done; and it may easily be understood that, in so high a sea and
strong a wind, it was very difficult, except by the consent of both
parties, to approach each other without imminent danger to her who
should most deviate from her course.
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