THE LIEUTENANT'S STORY.
"I know you, John Tempest, better than you know me," commenced Captain
Vernon, "and before you sign the ship's log I want to have a talk with
you."
Tempest followed, wondering much at the manner and deference shown to
him by the captain of the privateer.
"Sit down, and place yourself outside a stiff glass of that brandy,"
said Vernon, helping himself at the same time to a similar dose.
"You possess a time-honored name, young man, and have spunk to maintain
it. Have you forgotten that you were on the _Essex_ when the British
boarded her and demanded the surrender of a deserter?
"Your captain ordered the alleged deserter to prove his citizenship,
and he couldn't!"
"But he gave his word," said Tempest.
"Yes, but who believes a man's word in such a case?"
"How do you know all this? Who are you?"
"Captain Vernon, of the good privateer _Lively Bee_."
"Yes, but how did you know----"
"Let me finish. Your captain agreed to give up the sailor, whose name
was----"
Vernon hesitated as though he would have liked Tempest to have finished
the sentence.
Tempest remained silent, and his captain continued:
"His name was Vincent Decatur."
"You are right, captain, though that was not the name in the ship's
books."
"No, he was known on board as James Vincent. He had good reasons for
changing his name: Decatur went below to get his kit. The British
officer and squad of marines waited him on deck.
"Decatur saw an ax on the carpenter's bench as he passed. With only a
moment's hesitation he seized it in his right hand, and with one blow
cut off the left. It was then that you, John Tempest, junior officer on
board the U. S. frigate _Essex_, saw the deed, and congratulated the
man on his bravery.
"Decatur went on deck carrying the severed hand with him. He presented
himself before the British officer, maimed and useless as a sailor for
life.
"He showed his bleeding wrist to the officer, and, almost faint with
loss of blood, he managed to say:
"'Sir, I swore I would never serve under the English flag, or recognize
it except as the flag of an enemy. My own captain has deserted me. I
am an American born, and my severed hand will show how I have kept my
oath.' Then you, Ensign Tempest, called for three cheers for the brave
American sailor. The crew and marines on the _Essex_ responded to the
call, and the cheers ascended through the rigging. Captain Porter
intimated that your influence in the service would not be good, and--to
put it mildly--asked you to resign your commission. The men would have
stood by you, but you knew disobedience to the captain's will was
mutiny, and you offered your resignation, which was accepted. There was
one who did plead for you--Cadet Midshipman Farragut. But Porter was
inexorable, and you became a landsman."
"How do you know all this?"
"I have not yet finished; hear me through and we shall better
understand each other."
The _Lively Bee_ was skimming through the water at the rate of four
knots an hour, but so well proportioned was she that the motion was
almost imperceptible.
"Take another glass of brandy, Tempest."
"No, captain, I have sea legs, but a landsman's head, and cannot stand
much grog."
"You had not been on shore long before you again met Vincent Decatur.
He was crippled for life, but was happier than had he been compelled to
sail under the British flag.
"You visited him--ah, your face tells me that I am right--you felt
a strange desire to distinguish yourself, not because of patriotism
altogether, but the bright eyes of Bertha Decatur shone into your very
soul. She would marry none who deserted his country in the hour of
need. The man she would honor was one who fought for his country. You
heard this and----"
"Shipped on a privateer," added Tempest, almost sarcastically.
"Yes, shipped on the neatest, trimmest, fastest schooner afloat, on the
_Lively Bee_, which shall sting so often and so deeply that all America
shall respect its crew."
"How did you learn all you have told me?"
Captain Vernon laughed merrily, and looked at the young ensign almost
quizzically.
"You would like to know?"
"I am burning with curiosity."
"Then I will tell you. I heard the story partly from Midshipman
Farragut----"
"You know him?"
"Of course I do."
"And yet when Buller was reviling him at the Battery you did not defend
him."
"No! It would have been an impertinence for a privateer captain to
defend a naval officer."
"But young Farragut did not know----"
"Bertha Decatur, no; but I do, and she sang your praises so often that
I wanted to find you. Farragut quietly pointed you out in the crowd at
the Battery, and--well, here you are."
"A man before the mast."
"No. You were ensign in the navy, where promotion is slow; you shall be
first officer on the _Lively Bee_. Will you accept?"
"How can I thank you?"
"By doing your duty. I am proud to have you, Tempest, and I don't think
you will ever rue the day you became first officer on the _Lively Bee_."
"I accept your generous offer."
"You have done well. I am a good skipper, I can steer a vessel as well
as any man, and I can fight, but sometimes a little science which you
naval fellows have is very useful. I shall expect you to be as ardent
an enemy of the British as I am. Show no quarter, have no mercy, send
every British ship to Davy Jones' locker if you can't take it captive.
Let your motto be, as mine is, eternal hatred to British rule."
"I will swear it if necessary."
"No, Tempest, the word of an honest man is all I need. Be watchful."
"I will make no boast, captain, but I think you will find I can do
without food or sleep as long as any man, and my vigilance shall never
give you a moment's uneasiness."
"I know it. Now, there is another thing. Although the _Lively Bee_ is a
privateer, we are most punctilious about dress. We are uniformed when
at sea."
"But----"
"In yonder room, which will be yours, you will find a first officer's
uniform, which, if I mistake not, will be a fair fit for you. If it
wants altering, we have an excellent tailor on board."
"How thoughtful you are, captain."
"Thank you for the compliment. Now go and dress, and I will introduce
you to your brother officers."
John Tempest was surprised at the size and comfort of his stateroom.
It was far superior to the one he occupied on the _Essex_.
He thought it was fit for a lady's bower, and as he thought it he
remembered Bertha, and his love for her.
"What will she say of my becoming a privateer?" he asked himself.
"Surely the risk is enough. If I am captured, I shall be hanged. If I
am shot, I shall die for my country. If Farragut recognizes my captain,
why should I be ashamed of him? I will do my duty, and will win Bertha."
He dressed in the uniform, and looked as handsome a privateer as ever
walked a deck.
When he stepped up the companionway to the deck, he was met by the
captain.
"Welcome, Lieutenant Tempest," he said, grasping the young officer's
hand.
Turning to the officers, he said in his usual hearty manner:
"Gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Tempest, my first officer, an able
seaman, as I can vouch, an honest man, and an inveterate hater of
England. For ten generations his family has been noted for its
patriotism, and the _Lively Bee_ will have the advantage of his name,
fame and honor. Lieutenant Tempest, Mr. Scarron and Mr. Webster. I hope
you will all be good friends."
Scarron and Webster were typical sailors.
Blunt almost to uncouthness, they looked just what they were--able
seamen, good fighters and not overburdened with education or
politeness.
"I was first officer on a whaler," said Scarron as he further
introduced himself.
"And I was a merchant skipper till the French seized my ship and I
paid away every cent I had as ransom. Now I'm a privateer and ready to
fight."