Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"No, no!" answered Captain Pinto, with some bitterness in his tone; "he
knows well enough that this is a Portuguese ship; but he does not know
that old Joze Pinto commands her, or perhaps he would moderate that
flaunting air. Once on a time no nation dared insult the flag of
Portugal on the high seas; but that time has long passed away, and now
all think they may venture to do so with impunity: however, my friends,
let us show that we still retain the spirit of our fathers. Give them a
shot, to convince the picarooning villains that we are awake from our
morning nap. Do you, Senhor Albuquerque," he said, turning to a young
officer who was standing near him, "exercise your skill in gunnery on
yonder pirate: a young eye and eager hand may throw a shot when a more
practised man may miss his aim." The young officer flew eagerly to obey
his chief, and scarcely had the match been applied to the touch-hole
before the effect of the shot was seen, as some white splinters were
observed to glance from the bulwarks of their adversary.
"Viva!" was shouted by all the crew in chorus.
"A few more shots like that would curb the vile infidel's pride," cried
the old Pilot; but he had scarce finished his sentence, when a bright
flame issued from the side of the stranger, and a crashing shower of
shot passed over them, slightly wounding some of the smaller spars; one,
however, swept the deck, killing one and severely injuring another of
the crew.
"Chance more than skill directed those shots," cried the Captain, to
encourage the crew, whose rage was immediately excited by the death of
their comrade. "Ah! see they show their true character, and are
sheering off to avoid the punishment they know is their due. Let them
feel we are not to be insulted with impunity. Fire!"
At the word, the guns of the corvette were discharged with considerable
effect on the very hull of the rover, who was evidently, for the time,
satisfied with fighting, as he immediately put his helm to port, and at
great risk, the seas breaking over his sides, sheered off from his
determined opponent. We have already explained the various dangers
incurred while fighting the guns in that heavy sea, it being much to the
credit of the crew that they could do so at all; and it was thus some
time before they could again discharge them, when the enemy had gained a
considerable distance, the shot falling harmlessly into the water. In
truth, at such a time, it was the object of neither ship to engage, as
victory could have been of no advantage to either; for it was utterly
impossible to have boarded the prize by means of boats; and if the two
ships had run alongside of each other, it was probable, if not certain,
that both would have sunk in the deadly embrace: a prolonged combat
would also have proved the destruction of both. They therefore, by
mutual consent, again kept on their course, eyeing each other with
hatred and suspicion.
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