When my gipsy mother happened in process of time to be hanged, I was
sent to a parish school; and then I was moved from one parish to
another, and at Bussleton, near Southampton, the master of a ship took a
fancy to me, and though I was not above twelve years old, he carried me
to sea with him on a voyage to Newfoundland.
I went several voyages with him, when, coming home from Newfoundland
about the year 1695, we were taken by an Algerine rover, which was in
its turn taken by two great Portuguese men-of-war.
We were carried into Lisbon, and there my master, the only friend I had
in the world, dying of his wounds, I was left starving in a foreign
country where I knew nobody, and could not speak a word of the language.
However, an old pilot found me, and, speaking in broken English, asked
me if I would go with him.
"Yes," said I, "with all my heart."
For two years I lived with him, and then he got to be master under Don
Garcia de Carravallas, captain of a Portuguese galleon, which was bound
to Goa in the East Indies. On this voyage I began to get a smattering of
the Portuguese tongue and a superficial knowledge of navigation. I also
learnt to be an arrant thief and a bad sailor.
I was reputed as mighty diligent and faithful to my master, but I was
very far from honest.
Indeed, I had no sense of virtue or religion in me, never having heard
much of either, and was growing up apace to be as wicked as anybody
could be.
Thieving, lying, swearing, forswearing, joined to the most abominable
lewdness, was the stated practice of the ship's crew; adding to it that,
with the most insufferable boasts of their own courage, they were,
generally speaking, the most complete cowards that I ever met with. And
I was exactly fitted for their society.
According to the English proverb, he that is shipped with the devil must
sail with the devil; I was among them, and I managed myself as well as I
could.
When we came to anchor on the coast of Madagascar to repair some damage
to the ship, there happened a most desperate mutiny among the men upon
account of a deficiency in their allowance, and I, being full of
mischief in my head, readily joined.
Though I was but a boy, as they called me, yet I prompted the mischief
all I could, and embarked in it so openly that I escaped very little
being hanged in the first and most early part of my life.
For the captain, getting wind of the plot, brought two fellows to
confess the particulars, and presently no less than sixteen men were
seized and put into irons, whereof I was one.
The captain, who was made desperate by his danger, tried us all, and we
were all condemned to die. The gunner and purser were hanged
immediately, and I expected it with the rest. I do not remember any
great concern I was under about it, only that I cried very much; for I
knew little then of this world, and nothing at all of the next.
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