Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
The dead were collected together, and placed beneath the poop-deck,
covered by the flag for which they had so bravely fought, there to await
till the following morning the last religious duties which could be paid
them, ere they were committed to the sailors' grave--the boundless deep.
Several had fallen; some killed by the cannon-shot of the Rover, and
others in the desperate struggle when the pirates rushed on board, among
whom one officer only was numbered, the brave young Albuquerque, who the
surgeon came to announce had just then breathed his last, from several
desperate sabre wounds he had received in the conflict. He was the
officer who fired the first successful shot at the rover's ship; and,
elated with the praise he received from his commander, he was among the
first to oppose the enemies, cutlass in hand, when they boarded. He was
now brought on deck, wrapped in his bloodstained sheets, his once bright
eye closed for ever; his features, lately playful with animation, now
ghastly and fixed, as the pale light of the seamen's lanterns fell on
them. He had always been a favourite with his commander, who bent
mournfully over him, as he was placed beside his more humble shipmates.
"Alas! poor youth," said Captain Pinto; "do thus end all thy bright
hopes and aspirations? Yet why should I grieve?--Thy days, though few,
have been joyous; and thou hast been removed ere sorrows and
disappointments had crowded round thee (as too surely they would have
done, except thy lot far differed from that of other mortals).
Farewell, brave youth! Many a tear will be shed for thy fate in the
home of thy fathers; and gladly would I have died instead of thee: for
there are few to mourn for old Joze Pinto." Having given vent to his
feelings, he covered the pallid features of the dead youth with a flag,
and joined Don Luis, who stood near, watching this gentle trait in the
character of the seemingly rough and hardy seaman.
The most important repairs in the ship had been now accomplished; the
decks required no washing, for the heavy seas which had broken over them
during the terrific engagement, had performed that office; and the watch
being set, she had assumed somewhat of her ordinary appearance. Gladly
did every one who could be spared from duty throw themselves into their
hammocks to seek repose, Don Luis dreaming that he still beheld the
agonised features of the drowning pirates; and Pedro, that he was hewing
away at the head of the Moor who had attacked his master, but which,
notwithstanding all his efforts, kept grinning at him with horrid
grimaces.
The first pale streaks of morn called everybody into activity; for there
was still much to be done before the ship could be restored to order.
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