Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Jack was consulting with Higson as to the best means of rendering
assistance to the vessels most in peril. Several had signals of
distress flying; he was steering towards one of the nearest, over which
the sea was breaking with extreme violence; it would be impossible to
run alongside her, but ropes might be hove on board as the _Tornado_
passed within a comparatively safe distance. Jack stood on, intent on
his mission of mercy, but when his ship was scarcely three cables'
length from the hapless vessel, a heavy sea with a prodigious crest went
hissing towards her, just as a previous one of less height passing on
had lifted her stern. The mass of water rolled onwards; for an instant
her masts could be seen inclining forward, but her bows never again
rose, and the foaming waves leaped wildly over the spot where she had
been. Not a human being could be discovered to whom a rope or lifebuoy
might have been thrown; the latter, indeed, would have been useless; for
even had a struggling swimmer clung to it, he must ultimately have been
driven towards the cruel rocks on which the sea was fiercely beating.
But another sight still more fearful was to be witnessed. A Turkish
line-of-battle ship lay some way out, pitching heavily into the seas.
Suddenly her cables parted, her vast bulk availed her not, the savage
seas caught her on the broadside. An attempt might have been made to
cut away her masts, but long before the task could be accomplished, she
heeled over, till the water rushed in through her lee-ports.
"She's gone! she's gone! no power can save her," exclaimed Higson. She
never again rose on an even keel; for a few minutes her dark hull could
be seen, the waves dashing over it. It sank lower and lower; again her
masts rose suddenly, but already the foaming waters were above her
bulwarks, and ere another minute had passed, her mastheads had
disappeared beneath the surface. Many a stout heart on board the
_Tornado_ uttered a cry of grief as they saw the catastrophe. Long
before they could reach the spot, the strongest swimmers of her crew
must have perished. Not a human being could be discovered amid the
tumbling seas.
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