Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
We had a prosperous run, and expected in two or
three days to have reached our destination, when a large vessel bore
down upon us, crowded with men. Resistance was hopeless, and flight
impossible; and as she ran alongside, to our horror, we recognised the
costume of the implacable enemies of Spain, the Algerines. The cargo
being taken out of the vessel, she was sunk, the lives of the crew being
spared for the sake of their value as slaves, for which purpose they
were carried to Algiers, and there sold. Any fate appearing to me
preferable to that which they were doomed to suffer, I embraced the
offer the captain of the rover made me of joining his ship, and assuming
the turban, in the secret hope of being ultimately able, by these means,
to make my escape. Whether he suspected me, I know not; but he was
certainly very unwilling to lose the services I was able to afford him
through my knowledge of various languages, and a strict watch was kept
on my movements, so that upwards of another long year passed away
without my being able to effect my purpose. The scenes of horror and
outrage I was doomed to witness, seemed to me as a punishment for my
sins; but, fortunately, we never fell in with a Portuguese vessel, so
that I was guiltless of spilling the blood of any of my countrymen, till
the chief of the pirate crew, mistaking your ship, in the night of the
gale, for a merchantman, determined to give chase, in hopes of finding
you an easy conquest.
"Great, indeed, was my grief, when, on the following morning, we
discovered that you were a man-of-war and a Portuguese; for,
notwithstanding all my persuasions to the contrary, he insisted on
attacking you, declaring, that as you were probably short of hands, you
would fall an easy prey, and that he required a new ship as a consort to
his own. Having once made up his mind, nothing would deter him from his
purpose; and my expostulations causing my faith to be suspected, the
other officers insisted that I should be placed in the most exposed
situation when we boarded, which proved, however, the salvation of my
life. Once or twice my spirits were revived by the hope that we had
missed you; but at length the rovers resolved to cripple you, if
possible, to prevent your escaping, though they found that they had
encountered a far more determined antagonist than they expected. When,
however, some proposed drawing off, or waiting till the sea went down,
to run you on board, it was discovered that two shots had entered
between wind and water, and that the ship was filling fast. Their only
hope of preservation was now to run you on board, although at imminent
risk of destruction to both; but as there was no other alternative, the
purpose was immediately put into execution, and had not the ships
separated so providentially for you at the moment they did, it is
probable either the pirates would have become the masters, or both would
have sunk together."
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