CHAP. LXVII.

_From _Perimbana_, a small maritime Town on the _Spanish_

coast, he sets sail with Captain _Ferdinando Velasquez_

bound to the _East-Indies_; but by the way meets with

three Turkish Galleys, and by them is taken, miserably

abused, and imprisoned._

An hour before day we left the Port, and sailed along the coast before

the wind; about noon we discerned three vessels, whereupon we gave them

chase: in less than two hours we got up to them, and then we could

easily perceive that they were Turkish Galleys; whereof we were no

sooner assured, but we betook ourselves to flight, making to Land with

all speed possible, to avoid the danger that inevitably threatned us.

The _Turks_ understanding our design, presently hoisted up all their

sails, and having the wind favourable, bore up to us so close, & getting

within a small Faulcon-shot of us, they discharged their Ordnance on us,

wherewith they killed eight of our men, and wounded as many more; and so

battered our Ship beside, that we were forced to throw a great quantity

of our lading over-board. The _Turks_ in the mean while lost no time,

but grappled us; we on the other side, who were able to fight, knowing

that on our valour and undaunted courage depended our lives, or loss of

liberty, with perpetual slavery, resolved to fight it out. With this

determination we boarded their Admiral, doing very eminent execution;

but being over-powred with numbers, we were so overprest & wearied, that

we desisted from making any further resistance: For, of 35 men we had at

first, we had only remaining ten, whereof two died the next day, whom

the _Turks_ caused to be cut in pieces or quarters, which they hung at

the end of their Main-yard for a sign of Victory. Being taken, we were

carried by them to a Town called _Mocaa_, and received by the Governor

and Inhabitants, who expected and waited the coming of these Pirates. In

the company was likewise one of the chiefest Sacerdotal dignity; and

because he had been a little before in Pilgrimage at the Temple of their

Prophet _Mahomet_ in _Meca_, he was honoured and esteemed by all the

people as a very holy man. This Mahometan Impostor rid in a triumphant

Chariot up and down the Town, covered all over with silk Tapistry, and

with a deal of ceremonious fopperies, bestowed on the people his

benediction as he passed along, exhorting them to return hearty thanks

to their great Prophet for this Victory obtained over us. The

Inhabitants hearing that we were Christians taken Captives, flockt about

us; and being exceedingly transported with choler, fell to beating of us

in that cruel manner, that I thought it a vain thing to hope to escape

alive out of their hands; and all this, because we owned the names of

Christians. When I was in _England_, I justly was sentenced to die for

my villany, and now here only for the bare profession of Christianity, I

must not be suffered to live. The wicked _Cacis_ (as they called him)

instigated them on to those outrages they committed; who made them

believe, that the worse they dealt with us, the more favour and mercy

they should receive from _Mahomet_ hereafter. We were chained all

together, and in that manner were we led in triumph; and as we past

along, we had our heads washt with womens Rose-water, throwne down upon

us from Balconies, with other filth, in derision and contempt of the

name of Christian; wherein every one strived to be most forward, being

instigated thereunto by their Priest. My sufferings then, put me in mind

of my former wishes, to be as unfortunate _Andronicus_, miserably

afflicted here, that I might escape eternal torments hereafter: I

received in part the effect of my _quondam_ wishes, no ways acceptable

to my present desires. Having tyred themselves in tormenting us till the

evening, bound as we were, they clapt us into the Dungeon, where we

remained 21 days exposed to all kind of misery, having no other

provision allowed us, than a little Oat-meal or Rice and water, which

was distributed to us every morning, what should serve us for that whole

day: for variety sake, we had sometimes a small quantity of Pease soak’d

in water.

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