HOW MY SECOND VOYAGE ENDED
I now resolved to place Van Luck under restraint, for it was plain to
me he was not responsible for his actions, and with this object in view
I went forward one morning with a rope in my hand, intending to secure
him in some way from harming himself and others. As I approached him
Van Luck, who seemed to divine my purpose, drew back with a savage,
animal-like growl. I tried to pacify him by speaking kindly, but he
suddenly sprang at me with a knife in his hand. I caught his arm before
he could strike, and we fell together upon the thwarts of the boat,
locked in a deadly embrace. Van Luck was a powerful man, and his
madness seemed to give him double strength. I called to Melannie to
keep away from us, but afraid for my safety, and fearless of her own,
she hurried to my assistance. "Get my knife," I whispered, for I was
unable to draw it myself from its sheath by my side. The brave girl
stooped to do my bidding, when the madman, at the same moment, wrenched
his arm free and struck her. Melannie fell with a low moan upon the
thwart beside me, and Van Luck, snatching the bag of gems from where it
hung at her girdle, retreated with his prize to the stern.
I was soon upon my feet, and lifting Melannie into a more easy
position, I turned my attention to Van Luck. He was sitting in the
stern, handling the gems and mumbling over them, and when he saw me he
clutched the bag, and, springing up, made as though to run from me,
unmindful of the fact that we were tossing in mid-ocean. Without
turning his head from looking back at me, he stumbled blindly into the
sea, where he soon became lost amid the grey waves that rose on every
side.
When I returned to Melannie I could see that she was sinking fast. I
did my best to staunch the blood which flowed from her breast. But her
whitened face, upon which the dews of death were gathering, warned me
she had not many moments to live.
"Kiss me, Peter," she whispered. "It is better that I should go. You do
not love me; you cannot love me as I love you. There is some one else
whom you love. I know it; I have felt it. Go to her, Peter, but do not
quite forget me."
These were her last words, and, when I kissed her, Melannie, Queen of
the Island of Gems, had crossed the waters of the Great Divide. Next
day I consigned her body to the deep wrapped in her robe of white tapa
cloth which formed her shroud.
I was now alone upon the waste of waters, with barely three days'
provisions between me and a slow and painful death. To add to my
anxieties I could see that the weather, which had been calm and fine
since my leaving the island, was about to change. Storm clouds gathered
on the horizon. The sun was obscured. Rain fell, and the wind rose
until it blew with the force of a tempest. I managed, with difficulty,
to unship the sail, and devoted myself to baling the boat, which
threatened at any moment to be swamped by the green water which came
aboard of her. All that day, and the next, I was driven by the storm
whither I knew not. The fruit which remained from our store was now
rendered uneatable by reason of the salt water, in which it washed from
side to side as the boat tossed and buffeted upon her way. A was
famished and numb with cold. Yet, even in my extremity, I clung to
life, and my last act of consciousness was to secure myself by a rope
to the thwart upon which I lay.
I was brought back to life by a flask of spirits held to my lips, and
upon opening my eyes I became conscious of a bronzed, kindly face
looking down at me in the water-logged boat.
"Hold up, lad," said my preserver in English, a language with which I
was well acquainted. "We'll have you aboard the 'Seagull' in a jiff,
and to-morrow you'll be as fit as a buck rat."
I then saw that a ship's boat was alongside the cutter, manned by four
men. The weather had by this time moderated, but the sea ran high. It
was therefore no easy matter to shift me from the cutter into the boat,
for I was helpless and weak as a child from exposure to wind and sea.
But willing hands at length effected the transfer, when we made for the
"Seagull", which lay hove to half a mile distant.
On coming aboard this vessel I was taken below and treated with great
kindness, when, after my wet clothes had been set to dry, I was put
into a warm bunk, a bowl of hot soup being brought to me, which, when I
had taken it, sent me into a sound sleep. I awoke much refreshed, and
on resuming my clothes I was glad to find that the belt in which I
carried my jewels had not been interfered with. I thought it more
prudent not to make mention of these gems, for I well knew that if they
were found upon me I should not be allowed to keep them. The captain,
having heard so much of my story as I chose to tell, promised me a
passage to England, whither his ship was bound.
I found the crew of the brig "Seagull" to be a rough lot, of mixed
nationalities, but Captain Bland, who was in command, was an Englishman
returning home after a voyage of two years in these latitudes. Upon
learning my rating on the "Arms of Amsterdam" he made me his second
mate, in place of one who had died shortly before my coming on board
the brig.
It may be imagined with what a thankful heart I welcomed a change from
the companionship of savages to that of civilized men, and when I
remembered the projects I had formed against my life I realized how
unwise it is to become the arbiter of one's own fate.
I voyaged in the English ship without mishap so long as we sailed upon
uncharted seas, but when we entered home waters we kept a sharp
look-out for pirates and free-booters, who at this time took toll from
all whom they encountered. Off the coast of Africa we exchanged signals
with passing vessels, from whom we learnt that pirates had been sighted
in close proximity, and one morning we noticed two schooners bearing
down upon us. As the wind was in favour of the pirates, for such we
judged them to be, we could not hope to outrun them, our ship being
foul after her long voyage, so the men were mustered and made ready for
action.
While these preparations were on foot I could not help admiring the
cool and fearless manner in which the English sailors set about their
work. There was no hurry or confusion in their methods. Each man knew
his duty, and was ready to do it.
With shouts and yells from the pirates on board of her, one of the
schooners now ranged alongside, and the grappling irons were hove
athwart our bulwarks. I sent a shower of grape from the gun, of which I
had charge, upon the deck of the schooner, killing four of the pirates
and wounding others, but this failed to stop the boarding party, who
now swarmed upon us. The fight became general, and, led by Captain
Bland, we engaged the robbers with such goodwill that we had almost
succeeded in driving them over the side when the second schooner came
up, and a fresh horde of ruffians joined in the attack. Retreating aft,
we again made a stand, though it was evident that, in the end, we must
be overpowered, outnumbered, as we were, three to one.
Still we continued to fight on with no thought of surrender, for we
knew that capture would mean death by walking the plank. Four of the
English on our side were killed, besides seven or eight of those of
other nationalities, whilst many were wounded. The decks were slippery
with blood, and a gathering mist made it impossible to ascertain the
extent of our losses. Captain Bland now placed himself beside me, and
together we held the pirates at bay.
"This can't last, Van Bu," he said, "and I am resolved that my ship
shall not fall into the hands of these scoundrels."
"What can you do?" I answered, without pausing in my defence.
"I'll fire the magazine sooner than let them take her," replied Bland.
"Keep them in check for a while and we'll sink together."
With these words he sprang to the hatchway while I continued to fight
on, expecting every moment to be blown with all hands into eternity.
I had given up hope, and the suspense of awaiting the expected
catastrophe was so acute that I had almost made up my mind to throw
myself overboard and take my chance with the sharks, when two square
sails emerged out of the smoke, and the hull of a man-o'-war, with a
wide spread of canvas, ranged alongside, while a number of English
man-o'-war's men, led by an officer, sprang upon our decks. At the sight
of the King's men the pirates flung themselves headlong aboard their
schooners, and endeavoured to make off, but they were soon captured and
brought back, to be afterwards tried and hanged at the yard-arm.
When the man-o'-war's men boarded us, I ran down the companion stairs
in search of the captain, whom I found lying senseless at the foot of
the ladder. Fortunately for him, and for all of us, he had been stunned
by a blow from one of the pirates as he descended, and was thus
prevented from carrying out his desperate resolve to fire the magazine.
This was my last adventure upon the voyage, and some weeks later,
without further mishap, we sighted a Dutch vessel bound for Amsterdam,
to which, at my request, I was transferred.