In the meantime, the sea-breeze had risen in the offing, and was
sweeping along the surface to where the schooner was at anchor. The
captain ordered a man to the cross-trees, directing him to keep a good
look-out, while he walked the deck in company with his first mate.
"She may not have sailed until a day or two later," said the captain,
continuing the conversation; "I have made allowance for that, and,
depend upon it, as she makes the eastern passage, we must soon fall in
with her; if she does not heave in sight this evening, by daylight I
shall stretch out in the offing; I know the Portuguese well. The
sea-breeze has caught our craft: let them run up the inner jib, and see
that she does not foul her anchor."
It was now late in the afternoon, and dinner had been sent into the
cabin; the captain descended, and took his seat at the table with
Francisco, who ate in silence. Once or twice the captain, whose wrath
had subsided, and whose kindly feelings towards Francisco, checked for a
time, had returned with greater force, tried, but in vain, to rally him
to conversation, when "_Sail ho_!" was shouted from the mast-head.
"There she is, by God!" cried the captain, jumping from, and then, as if
checking himself, immediately resuming, his seat.
Francisco put his hand to his forehead, covering his eyes as his elbow
leant upon the table.
"A large ship, sir; we can see down to the second reef of her topsails,"
said Hawkhurst, looking down the skylight.
The captain hastily swallowed some wine from a flagon, cast a look of
scorn and anger upon Francisco, and rushed on deck.
"Be smart, lads!" cried the captain, after a few seconds' survey of the
vessel through his glass; "that's her: furl the awnings, and run the
anchor up to the bows: there's more silver in that vessel, my lads, than
your chests will hold: and the good saints of the churches at Goa will
have to wait a little longer for their gold candlesticks."
The crew were immediately on the alert; the awnings were furled, and all
the men, stretching aft the spring cable, walked the anchor up to the
bows. In two minutes more the _Avenger_ was standing out on the
starboard tack, shaping her course so as to cut off the ill-fated
vessel. The breeze freshened, and the schooner darted through the
smooth water with the impetuosity of a dolphin after its prey. In an
hour the hull of the ship was plainly to be distinguished; but the sun
was near to the horizon, and before they could ascertain what their
force might be, daylight had disappeared. Whether the schooner had been
perceived or not, it was impossible to say; at all events, the course of
the ship had not been altered, and if she had seen the schooner, she
evidently treated her with contempt. On board the _Avenger_, they were
not idle; the long gun in the centre had been cleared from the
incumbrances which surrounded it, the other guns had been cast loose,
shot handed up, and everything prepared for action, with all the energy
and discipline of a man-of-war. The chase had not been lost sight of,
the eyes of the pirate-captain were fixed upon her through a
night-glass. In about an hour more the schooner was within a mile of
the ship, and now altered her course so as to range up within a cable's
length of her to leeward. Cain stood upon the gunwale and hailed. The
answer was in Portuguese.
"Heave to, or I'll sink you!" replied he in the same language.
A general discharge from a broadside of carronades, and a heavy volley
of muskets from the Portuguese, was the decided answer. The broadside,
too much elevated to hit the low hull of the schooner, was still not
without effect--the foretopmast fell, the jaws of the main-gaff were
severed, and a large proportion of the standing as well as the running
rigging came rattling down on her decks. The volley of musketry was
more fatal: thirteen of the pirates were wounded, some of them severely.
"Well done! John Portuguese," cried Hawkhurst: "by the holy poker! I
never gave you credit for so much pluck."
"Which they shall dearly pay for," was the cool reply of Cain, as he
still remained in his exposed situation.
"Blood for blood! if I drink it," observed the second mate, as he looked
at the crimson rivulet trickling down the fingers of his left hand from
a wound in his arm--"just tie my handkerchief round this, Bill."
In the interim, Cain had desired his crew to elevate their guns, and the
broadside was returned.
"That will do, my lads: starboard; ease off the boom-sheet; let her go
right round, Hawkhurst,--we cannot afford to lose our men."
The schooner wore round, and ran astern of her opponent.
The Portuguese on board the ship, imagining that the schooner, finding
she had met with unexpected resistance, had sheered off, gave a loud
cheer.
"The last you will ever give, my fine fellows!" observed Cain, with a
sneer.
In a few moments the schooner had run a mile astern of the ship.
"Now then, Hawkhurst, let her come too and about; man the long gun, and
see that every shot is pitched into her, while the rest of them get up a
new foretopmast, and knot and splice the rigging."
The schooner's head was again turned towards the ship; her position was
right astern, about a mile distant or rather more; the long 82-pounder
gun amidships was now regularly served, every shot passing through the
cabin-windows, or some other part of the ship's stern, raking her fore
and aft. In vain did the ship alter her course, and present her
broadside to the schooner; the latter was immediately checked in her
speed, so as to keep the prescribed distance at which the carronades of
the ship were useless, and the execution from the long gun decisive.
The ship was at the mercy of the pirate; and, as may be expected, no
mercy was shown. For three hours did this murderous attack continue,
when the gun, which, as before observed, was of brass, became so heated
that the pirate-captain desired his men to discontinue. Whether the
ship had surrendered or not it was impossible to say, as it was too dark
to distinguish: while the long gun was served, the foretop-mast and
main-gaff had been shifted, and all the standing and running rigging
made good; the schooner keeping her distance, and following in the wake
of the ship until daylight.
We must now repair on board of the ship; she was an Indiaman; one of the
very few that occasionally are sent out by the Portuguese government to
a country which once owned their undivided sway, but in which, at
present, they hold but a few miles of territory. She was bound to Goa,
and had on board a small detachment of troops, a new governor and his
two sons, a bishop and his niece, with her attendant. The sailing of a
vessel with such a freight was a circumstance of rare occurrence, and
was, of course, generally bruited about long before her departure. Cain
had, for some months, received all the necessary intelligence relative
to her cargo and destination; but, as usual with the Portuguese of the
present day, delay upon delay had followed, and it was not until about
three weeks previous that he had been assured of her immediate
departure. He then ran down the coast to the bay we have mentioned,
that he might intercept her; and, as the event had proved, showed his
usual judgment and decision. The fire of the schooner had been most
destructive; many of the Indiaman's crew, as well as of the troops, had
been mowed down one after another; until at last, finding that all their
efforts to defend themselves were useless, most of those who were still
unhurt had consulted their safety, and hastened down to the lowest
recesses of the hold to avoid the raking and destructive shot. At the
time that the schooner had discontinued her fire to allow the gun to
cool, there was no one on deck but the Portuguese captain and one old
weatherbeaten seaman who stood at the helm. Below, in the orlop-deck,
the remainder of the crew and the passengers were huddled together in a
small space: some were attending to the wounded, who were numerous;
others were invoking the saints to their assistance; the bishop, a tall,
dignified person, apparently nearly sixty years of age, was kneeling in
the centre of the group, which was dimly lighted by two or three
lanterns, at one time in fervent prayer, at another, interrupted, that
he might give absolution to those wounded men whose spirits were
departing, and who were brought down and laid before him by their
comrades. On one side of him knelt his orphan niece, a young girl of
about seventeen years of age, watching his countenance as he prayed, or
bending down with a look of pity and tearful eyes on her expiring
countrymen, whose last moments were gladdened by his holy offices. On
the other side of the bishop, stood the governor, Don Philip de Ribiera,
and his two sons, youths in their prime, and holding commissions in the
king's service. There was melancholy on the brow of Don Ribiera; he was
prepared for, and he anticipated, the worst. The eldest son had his
eyes fixed upon the sweet countenance of Teresa de Silva--that very
evening, as they walked together on the deck, had they exchanged their
vows--that very evening they had luxuriated in the present, and had
dwelt with delightful anticipation on the future. But we must leave
them and return on deck.
The captain of the Portuguese ship had walked aft, and now went up to
Antonio, the old seaman, who was standing at the wheel.
"I still see her with the glass, Antonio, and yet she has not fired for
nearly two hours; do you think any accident has happened to her long
gun? if so, we may have some chance."
Antonio shook his head. "We have but little chance, I am afraid, my
captain; I knew by the ring of the gun, when she fired it, that it was
brass; indeed, no schooner could carry a long iron gun of that calibre.
Depend upon it, she only waits for the metal to cool and daylight to
return: a long gun or two might have saved us; but now, as she has the
advantage of us in heels, we are at her mercy."
"What can she be--a French privateer?"
"I trust it may be so; and I have promised a silver candlestick to St.
Antonio that it may prove no worse: we then may have some chance of
seeing our homes again; but I fear not."
"What, then, do you imagine her to be, Antonio?"
"The pirate which we have heard so much of."
"Jesu protect us! we must then sell our lives as dearly as we can."
"So I intend to do, my captain," replied Antonio, shifting the helm a
spoke.
The day broke, and showed the schooner continuing her pursuit at the
same distance astern, without any apparent movement on board. It was
not until the sun was some degrees above the horizon that the smoke was
again seen to envelop her bows, and the shot crashed through the timbers
of the Portuguese ship. The reason for this delay was, that the pirate
waited till the sun was up to ascertain if there were any other vessels
to be seen, previous to his pouncing on his quarry. The Portuguese
captain went aft and hoisted his ensign, but no flag was shown by the
schooner. Again whistled the ball, and again did it tear up the decks
of the unfortunate ship: many of those who had re-ascended to ascertain
what was going on, now hastily sought their former retreat.
"Mind the helm, Antonio," said the Portuguese captain; "I must go down
and consult with the governor."
"Never fear, my captain; as long as these limbs hold together, I will do
my duty," replied the old man, exhausted as he was by long watching and
fatigue.
The captain descended to the orlop-deck, where he found the major part
of the crew and passengers assembled.
"My lords," said he, addressing the governor and the bishop, "the
schooner has not shown any colours, although our own are hoisted. I am
come down to know your pleasure. Defence we can make none; and I fear
that we are at the mercy of a pirate."
"A pirate!" ejaculated several, beating their breasts, and calling upon
their saints.
"Silence, my good people, silence," quietly observed the bishop; "as to
what it may be best to do," continued he, turning to the captain, "I
cannot advise; I am a man of peace, and unfit to hold a place in a
council of war. Don Ribiera, I must refer the point to you and your
sons. Tremble not, my dear Teresa; are we not under the protection of
the Almighty?"
"Holy Virgin, pity us!"
"Come, my sons," said Don Ribiera, "we will go on deck and consult: let
not any of the men follow us; it is useless risking lives which may yet
be valuable."
Don Ribiera and his sons followed the captain to the quarter deck, and
with him and Antonio they held a consultation.
"We have but one chance," observed the old man, after a time: "let us
haul down our colours as if in submission; they will then range up
alongside, and either board us from the schooner, or from their boats;
at all events, we shall find out what she is, and, if a pirate, we must
sell our lives as dearly as we can. If, when we haul down the colours,
she ranges up alongside, as I expect she will, let all the men be
prepared for a desperate struggle."
"You are right, Antonio," replied the governor; "go aft captain, and
haul down the colours!--let us see what she does now. Down, my boys!
and prepare the men to do their duty."
As Antonio had predicted, so soon as the colours were hauled down, the
schooner ceased firing and made sail. She ranged up on the quarter of
the ship, and up to her main peak soared the terrific black flag; her
broadside was poured into the Indiaman, and before the smoke had cleared
away there was a concussion from the meeting sides, and the bearded
pirates poured upon her decks.
The crew of the Portuguese, with the detachment of troops, still formed
a considerable body of men. The sight of the black flag had struck ice
into every heart, but the feeling was resolved into one of desperation.
"Knives, men, knives!" roared Antonio, rushing on to the attack,
followed by the most brave.
"Blood for blood!" cried the second mate, aiming a blow at the old man.
"You have it," replied Antonio, as his knife entered the pirate's heart,
while, at the same moment, he fell and was himself a corpse.
The struggle was deadly, but the numbers and ferocity of the pirates
prevailed. Cain rushed forward followed by Hawkhurst, bearing down all
who opposed them. With one blow from the pirate-captain, the head of
Don Ribiera was severed to the shoulder; a second struck down the eldest
son, while the sword of Hawkhurst passed through the body of the other.
The Portuguese captain had already fallen, and the men no longer stood
their ground. A general massacre ensued, and the bodies were thrown
overboard as fast as the men were slaughtered. In less than five
minutes there was not a living Portuguese on the bloody decks of the
ill-fated ship.