Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
There were not many English seamen, most of the crew being dark-skinned
fellows--Malays, I suppose.
The vessel was, I know, not an Indiaman, but a country trader bound to
Calcutta or Bombay.
I told Jack--so I learned from him--that I did not like the mate. He
advised me not to say that to any one else, and promised that he would
be my friend.
Most thoroughly he fulfilled his promise. Strange as it may seem, the
mate intentionally left me near an open port several times, in the hopes
that I might by chance slip through, so Jack thought, though he could
not guess at his motive. Still it was clear that the mate had a bitter
spite against me.
We had been some time at sea when we were caught in a fearful hurricane.
The ship was dismasted, and I remember hearing a dreadful crash, when
all was confusion on board. The sea broke over the ship, and a number
of people were washed away. Even then Jack did not forget me. He found
me in the cabin, and seizing me in his arms carried me to the fore part
of the ship, which still hung to the rocks, while the after part,
directly we had left it, broke up, and the poor lady who had had charge
of me with many others was lost. The mate, who had made his way forward
with half-a-dozen men, advised Jack to let me go, as it was impossible I
should survive, and that he would probably lose his own life in
attempting to save mine.
"No, no," answered Jack. "I promised to take care of the youngster, and
I will as long as I have life in me."
The noble fellow held me the faster with one arm, while he clung to the
wreck with the other. Scarcely had the mate spoken than he was washed
away; but Jack saw him gain a piece of the wreck to which he was
clinging, when he disappeared in the gloom at night.
When morning broke, the shore was seen. The hurricane was over, and the
sea was becoming calmer. Jack securing me to the stump of the bowsprit
with three or four of our surviving shipmates, contrived to form a raft.
When this was launched he came for me, and fed me with some biscuit
which he had in his pocket, I conclude. We then embarked, and partly by
paddling with pieces of plank, and partly by sailing, we reached the
shore.
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