In place of the glorious sun, and that bright, blue canopy which had
lain above them a short half-hour before, the heavens were clothed in
one immense black veil. The sea reflected the portentous colour,
looking dark and angrily. The waves had already lost their regular rise
and fall, and were tossing to and fro, as if awaiting the power that
was to give them direction and greater force. The flashes from the
heavens were not in quick succession; but the few that did break upon
the gloominess of the scene came in majesty, and with dazzling
brightness. They were accompanied by the terrific thunder of the
tropics in which it is scarcely profanation to fancy that the voice of
One who made the universe is actually speaking to the creatures of his
hand. On every side, was the appearance of a fierce and dangerous
struggle in the elements. The vessel of the Rover was running lightly
before a breeze, which had already come fresh and fitful from the
cloud, with her sails reduced, and her people coolly, but actively,
employed in repairing the damages of the fight.
Not a moment was to be lost in imitating the example of the wary
freebooters. The head of the “Dart” was hastily, and happily, got in a
direction contrary to the breeze; and, as she began to follow the
course taken by the “Dolphin,” an attempt was made to gather her torn
and nearly useless causes to the yards. But precious minutes had been
lost in the smoky canopy, that might never be regained. The sea changed
its colour from a dark green to a glittering white; and then the fury
of the gust was heard rushing along the water with fearful rapidity,
and with a violence that could not he resisted.
“Be lively, men!” shouted Bignall himself, in the exigency in which his
vessel was placed; “Roll up the cloth; in with it all—leave not a rag
to the squall! ’Fore George, Mr Wilder, but this wind is not playing
with us; cheer up the men to their work; speak to them cheerily, sir!”
“Furl away!” shouted Wilder. “Cut, if too late, work away with knives
and teeth—down, every man of you, down—down for your lives, all!”
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