Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
The crew of the corvette were again ordered to secure their guns, when
they set about performing the ordinary duties of the ship; the look-out
men in the tops keeping a watchful eye on every movement of the corsair,
whose very disregard of them seemed to betoken treachery; the only
signal her crew made that they were conscious of the presence of a
hostile bark being that their pirate banner yet blew out to the blast as
a defiance. Thus for the whole day did the Portuguese ship and her foe
drive before the furious and unrelaxing gale, the officers and crew in
watches throwing themselves beneath the shelter of the poop-deck to
snatch a few minutes' repose, no one being willing to go below even for
an instant.
The Moor appeared to carry as many guns, if not more than the corvette,
being perhaps also of greater tonnage; and the probabilities were, that
she had by far the strongest crew, as it was the custom of the Salee
rovers to crowd their decks with men, their usual mode of fighting being
to run their enemy on board, when, rushing like a host of furies on the
devoted ship, their numbers generally carried the day; however, under
the present circumstances, that mode could be of no avail, and he
therefore very wisely avoided coming to closer quarters.
Sleep visited not the eyes of Don Luis, and scarcely would he allow
himself time to snatch a mouthful of food, so excited had he become by
the late skirmish, and the wild scene of confusion round him, no one
more earnestly eyeing the enemy, as he prayed for the abatement of the
gale, to have some chance of punishing the daring pirate for his
presumption in thus insulting the flag of his country. "Though the
proud days of chivalry have passed away," he exclaimed to himself, "I
will prove that I am no carpet knight, but worthy of the gallant
warriors from whom I am descended, whose lances were ever foremost in
fight and tourney. Here is an unlooked-for opportunity of
distinguishing myself, which will not, I trust, be torn from me; and I
will seize some trophy from yonder lawless stranger to lay at the feet
of my beloved Theresa, when how proudly will she welcome me, as I return
among a band of warriors, after a hard won victory, instead of from a
voyage without danger, and from a land of peace and security, as she
expects!"
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