THE BATTLE ENDED TO OUR COMPLETE DISCOMFITURE.
Now must I speak of what happened on board the _Faithful Friend_ after
my discomfiture; not from my own knowledge--for knowledge had I none,
being felled, as I say, like an ox--but from what I afterwards learnt
from others.
Headed by Rodrigues, the pirates cleaved our little company in two, and
so surrounded them with great numbers that their case was hopeless, and
in short time they were beaten down every man, and left for dead, these
heartless pirates giving no quarter to any. And while these few were
being despatched, Rodrigues, with a following of shouting fiends,
returned to attack those who were making their way out of the
roundhouse, and by the fury of that onslaught did they cut down all
those who had got out, and forced them within once more to set up their
barricadoes.
Then, seeing no further danger on board the _Faithful Friend_ but such
as a round dozen of his rogues might cope with, he called off the rest
to return on board his ship to defend it against the _Sea Lion_. For
Captain Wilkins, having set out two long sweeps or galley oars from the
lower stern gallery to serve as a rudder, had returned to the attack,
and coming cheek by jowl with the black ship, he grappled her in his
turn, so that now all three ships were bound together, and thus, with
their cannons mouth to mouth did they discharge their shot one into the
other with incredible bitterness.
But here the black ship being but poorly manned--most of her company
being on the _Faithful Friend_--played but the weaker part; seeing
which, Master Wilkins resolved to board her with his men, and so make
his way over her decks to the deliverance of his consort. He called his
men to clamber the sides of the black ship and escalade her bulwarks.
But against such an attack was the black ship well provided, for not
only were her bulwarks at arm's length above those of the _Sea Lion_,
but furnished with a devilish device of broken sword-blades, spikes, and
sharp nails set in long spars and lashed to the side, so that nowhere
could a man make headway, or surmount without cruel gashes. While the
poor brave men were beating down this defense, Rodrigues and his
wretches came pouring back to the defense of the black ship, and while
some mowed down the attackers from their high bulwarks with axe and
sword, other some were sent below to recruit their fellows at the big
guns. Rodrigues himself did direct these pieces, so bending down their
mouths that the shot should go through the decks to beat out the side
below water. And so well did he thrive in this wickedness that
presently, after these great guns had been fired, the _Sea Lion_ began
to fill, and the men on board, seeing they must perish by drowning if
they stayed in her, forsook their pieces, and, rushing all on deck, cast
aside their arms, fell on their knees, and begged mercy of Rodrigues.
And let it not be thought they were cowards for this, but put yourself
in their place, and consider if the fear of death would not have moved
you to the same distress.
Rodrigues, not wishing to lose all the _Sea Lion_ contained, removed his
defense of sword blades, etc., and bade the men come up, which they did,
all save Captain Wilkins, who, with his sword in his hand, stood alone
on the deck. Rodrigues, taking a musket in his hand, bade this brave man
lay down his sword or die; but he took no notice of this command,
whereupon did Rodrigues level his piece and shot him dead where he
stood.
Then Rodrigues sent down a parcel of his men to stanch the leak in the
side of the _Sea Lion_, and this they did by lowering a leaded sail upon
the outer side to cover the holes; after which the water was pumped out,
and the carpenters repaired the breach more securely, so that there was
no further peril of her going down.
And now being masters of both ships, the pirates make great rejoicing,
for though there were yet those in the roundhouse of the _Faithful
Friend_ who were unfettered, yet were they close prisoners and powerless
to recover their ship, or do mischief, except in foolhardy desperation,
to their captors.
To every pirate was dealt out double allowance of meat and drink, but
the latter not of a strong kind, for Rodrigues knew full well that a
drunken bout might prove their undoing. As for the prisoners they got
naught to eat, but only jeers and derision.
While his men were yet carousing, Rodrigues goes on the poop deck of the
_Faithful Friend_, and stamping his heel to call attention to those
below, he cried out to know if Sir Bartlemy Pengilly was yet alive; to
which Sir Bartlemy himself replied:
"Ay," says he, "and I hope to live yet to see you hanged, villain!"
"Well," replies the other, "you'll not get that chance unless you accept
my conditions."
"I will make no conditions with such as you," cried my uncle.
"You had better, my friend," says Rodrigues, jeeringly; "'twill save you
a deal of trouble in the long run."
To this my uncle made no reply but one of his sea oaths.
"I shall leave you to the better guidance of your company," says
Rodrigues "who, I have no doubt, will bring you to reason when they
begin to feel the pinch of starvation. But, mark this, if you hurt only
by accident a single hair of my men with the arms you hold so precious,
I will cannonade you where you are, and spare not one single life."
Then calling to his boatswain he bade him whistle his company to their
posts, and pointing to the deck, all hampered with dead and dying men,
he cried:
"Look to your comrades; let not one of your fellows who has a spark of
life escape your care. For the other carrion, fling it overboard, no
matter whether it be dead or living."
These words I heard, for at that moment I was waking from my trance.