Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
Such thoughts very naturally passed through a young and enthusiastic
mind, but which, uttered aloud, would, to the generality of people, have
appeared to arise from Quixotic folly; and it must be confessed, that
his servant Pedro did not in the least participate in his master's
romantic feelings, though ever ready to share his fortunes. He, all the
time, most earnestly prayed that the devil would run away with the
stranger, or that he would go to the bottom before he had time to send
any more cannon balls on board the corvette. As for bearing a trophy to
his lady loves--for Pedro owned to two, one in his native village, and
another in Lisbon--it never entered his head; for he well knew they
would much prefer a piece of gay coloured calico to a bit of bunting,
which they could not convert into a petticoat. Pedro was certainly not
a romantic lover. It was curious, yet so it was, that the warnings of
his friend, Captain Pinto, never once occurred to Don Luis; nor did the
recollection for a moment cross his mind, that, instead of victory and a
speedy return to his native land, a long painful slavery, or a sudden
death, might be his lot.
Not a gleam of sunshine broke through the thick mass of clouds during
the whole course of the day, which passed on without any variation till
the fast increasing gloom announced the return of night with all its
horrors; for, in the southern latitudes, in which they were, the sun
scarcely sinks, before darkness overspreads the world; and thus in a
short time they again lost sight of the enemy in a dense curtain of
mist, which added to the obscurity. The captain, therefore, called a
council of war to consider the best plan to pursue, being unwilling to
miss the foe, and anxious at the same time not to run farther out of
their course than they could help, should the gale subside, as it had
lately given some promise of doing.
The officers were collected round their commander, the old pilot
strenuously giving it as his opinion, that, as soon as the gale
moderated, they should haul their wind, and leave their phantom opponent
to pursue, uninterrupted, her demon-directed course; persisting that she
would lead them through stormy seas and tempests half round the world
before she disappeared. The greater number, also, were of opinion that
they ought to haul their wind, or lay the ship to, when their
deliberations on the subject were quickly settled by a warning cry from
the men in the tops; and, at the moment when most considered the enemy
yet at some distance, he was perceived on their starboard quarter,
looming through the obscurity. The crew needed no order to fly to their
guns, or the officers to their respective posts; and scarcely had her
lofty masts appeared ranging up alongside, before a broad sheet of flame
issued from her ports, and a shower of shot passed over them.
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