The Yarn of Old Harbour TownRussell, William Clark
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The Yarn of Old Harbour Town
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction; Sea stories
Captain Acton was silent for a few moments. He then said: "My dear
friend, have you reflected upon all that your son's return to England
must signify to him?"
"Your property must be recovered. My son must take the consequences
of his acts. I know what it means, sir--the gibbet and chains--for
thus they serve the pirate," exclaimed the poor old Admiral, grim and
desperate.
"God forbid!" exclaimed Captain Acton, whose spirits, it could be seen,
were suddenly and violently disordered by the Admiral's speech. "They
hang no pirate without a prosecution. Who is to prosecute? Admiral
Lawrence's old friend, Captain Acton? No, sir, by the holy name of
that good God who has restored my child to me, not I!"
"Oh, Acton, Acton, you overwhelm me!" murmured the Admiral, turning
his head away to sea, and speaking with a voice that trembled with the
tears of a man's heart.
"What I meant was," said Captain Acton, tenderly pressing his friend's
arm, "if your son returns to England he may be arrested for debt, in
which case his actions of abduction and piracy may be brought to light,
and if I was not compelled to prosecute, I should be held guilty of
conniving at a crime. All this must be avoided, and can be avoided."
"It can be avoided, and still your property may be preserved to you,"
exclaimed the Admiral. "My unhappy son will throw him self upon your
mercy----"
"It shall be extended sir, it shall be extended," broke in Captain
Acton.
"And we can land him privately," continued the Admiral, "at an English
port, where habited in the clothes of a common sailor he will seek a
berth before the mast, and sail away--to be heard of no more."
Here this fine old seaman fairly broke down, and stepping to the
bulwarks, hid his face in his hands, whilst convulsion after convulsion
seemed to rend his sturdy figure.
Captain Acton waited until this unconquerable fit of grief should have
abated. He then went to his friend's side, and, passing his arm round
his neck, said: "My dear old friend, keep up your heart! We will pursue
the _Minorca_ and regain her if possible, and depend upon it, your son
shall be made to suffer as little as can be helped. Meanwhile, let us
wait until we hear Lucy's story."
CHAPTER XV
NELSON
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