Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
The men were glad enough to secure the guns; but it was a time of too
much anxiety and excitement for any to quit the deck, where they
remained, filling each other's ears with marvellous legends of
mysterious barks which their friends, in like situations, had beheld,
and which had melted away like thin mist when the first grey tints of
morn appeared. At length the wished-for dawn began gradually to
dissipate the terrific obscurity of the night, and all doubts as to the
reality of the stranger bark were removed by perceiving her still broad
on their beam under her two closely-reefed topsails. The wild confusion
which reigned supreme on the waste of waters was rather magnified by the
dim uncertain light of morning: the waves, with foaming crests, leaping
madly around, the thick misty clouds flying rapidly along, one lawyer,
as it were, above the other, through which not a ray of the sun's beams
could escape to cheer the voyagers--all was cold, dreary, and
threatening. The gale, too, which had given promise of falling during
the latter hours of the night, now again, as if recovering strength with
the returning day, increased with such sudden fury, that, before any
warning was given, the main-topsail was blown clear off the bolt-ropes,
rent into a thousand shreds, with a loud report like a near clap of
thunder, and, flying over the fore-topsail-yard, was carried far out of
sight ahead.
"Get a new main-topsail on deck," shouted the Commander, in momentary
expectation of seeing the fore-topsail share the same fate; "we must not
be without our wings with yonder stranger in our neighbourhood," he
added, turning to Don Luis. "These are the variations of a sea-life, my
young friend,--a day of sunshine and calm, and two of clouds and
tempest."
"Away aloft, and bend the new sail," cried the Captain, after a minute's
silence. "The enemy keeps steadily on her course, as if there were no
such beings as ourselves in existence."
By the time that the fresh topsail was got aloft, and bent to the yard
by the willing seamen, broad daylight was on the world of waters.
"Hoist our colours, and let him know who we are," exclaimed the Captain;
but when the flag of Portugal blew wildly from the peak, no answering
signal was made by the stranger, though, being not a mile distant, he
must clearly have perceived it.
"He suspects those are not our true colours," observed the first
Lieutenant.
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