In which our hero finds that disagreeable occurrences will take place
on a cruise.
As soon as the ship had been hauled to the wind, Jack's ship's company
seemed to think that there was nothing to do except to make merry; so
they brought up some earthen jars full of wine, and emptied them so
fast that they were soon fast asleep on the deck, with the exception
of the man at the helm, who, instead of thirty-two, could clearly make
out sixty-four points in the compass, and of course was able to steer
to a much greater nicety. Fortunately, the weather was fine, for when
the man at the helm had steered till he could see no more, and
requested to be released, he found that his shipmates were so
overpowered with fatigue, that it was impossible to wake them. He
kicked them one by one most unmercifully in the ribs, but it was of no
use: under these circumstances, he did as they did, that is, lay down
with them, and in ten minutes it would have taken as much kicking to
awake him as he gave his shipmates.
In the meantime the ship had it all her own way, and not knowing where
she was to go, she went round and round the compass during the best
part of the night. Mesty had arranged the watches, Jack had made a
speech, and the men had promised everything, but the wine had got into
their heads, and memory had taken that opportunity to take a stroll.
Mesty had been down with Jack, examining the cabin, and in the
captain's state-room they had found fourteen thousand dollars in bags.
Of this they determined not to tell the men, but locked up the money
and everything else of value, and took out the key. They then sat
down at the cabin table, and after some conversation, it was no matter
of surprise, after having been up all the night before, that Jack laid
his head on the table and fell fast asleep. Mesty kept his eyes open
for some time, but at last his head sank down upon his chest, and he
also slumbered. Thus, about one o'clock in the morning. There was
not a very good watch kept on board of the Nostra Senora del Carmen.
About four o'clock in the morning, Mesty tumbled forward, and he hit
his head against the table, which roused him up.
"By de mass, I tink I almost fall asleep," cried he, and he went to
the cabin window, which had been left open, and found that there was a
strong breeze blowing in. "By de Lord, de wind ab come more aft,"
said Mesty, "why they not tell me?" So saying, he went on deck, where
he found no one at the helm; everyone drunk, and the ship with her
yards braced up running before the wind, just by way of a change.
Mesty growled, but there was no time to lose; the topsails only were
set,--these he lowered down, and then put the helm a-lee, and lashed
it, while he went down to call our hero to his assistance. Jack roused
up, and went on deck.
"This nebber do, Massa Easy; we all go to devil together--together--
dam drunken dogs--I freshen um up anyhow." So Mesty drew some buckets
of water, with which he soused the ship's company, who then appeared
to be recovering their senses.
"By heavens!" says Jack, "but this is contrary to the articles of war;
I shall read them to them to-morrow morning."
"I tell what better ting, Massa Easy: we go lock up all de wine, and
sarve out so much, and no more. I go do it at once, 'fore they wake
up."
Mesty went down, leaving Jack on deck to his meditations. "I am not
sure," thought Jack, "that I have done a very wise thing. Here I am
with a parcel of fellows who have no respect for the articles of war,
and who get as drunk as David's sow. I have a large ship, but I have
very few hands; and if it comes on bad weather, what shall I do?--for
I know very little--hardly how to take in a sail. Then--as for where
to steer, or how to steer, I know not--nor do any of my men; but,
however, as it was very narrow when we came into the Mediterranean
through the straits, it is hardly possible to get out of them without
perceiving it; besides, I should know the rock of Gibraltar again if I
saw it. I must talk to Mesty."
Mesty soon returned with the keys of the provision-room tied to his
bandana.
"Now," says he, "they not get drunk again in a hurry." A few more
buckets of water soon brought the men to their senses: they again
stood on their legs, and gradually recovered themselves. Daylight
broke, and they found that the vessel had made an attempt for the
Spanish coast, being within a mile of the beach, and facing a large
battery a fleur d'eau; fortunately they had time to square the yards,
and steer the ship along shore under the topsails, before they were
perceived. Had they been seen at daylight in the position that they
were in during the night, the suspicions of the Spaniards would have
been awakened; and had a boat been sent off, while they were all
drunk, they must have been recaptured.
The men, who perceived what danger they had been in, listened very
penitently to Jack's remonstrances; and our hero, to impress them more
strongly on their minds, took out the articles of war, read that on
drunkenness from beginning to end; but the men had heard it read so
often at the gangway, that it did not make a due impression. As Mesty
said, his plan was better, and so it proved; for as soon as Jack had
done, the men went down to get another jug of wine, and found, to
their disappointment, that it was all under lock and key.
In the meantime, Jack called Mesty aft, and asked him if he knew the
way to Toulon. Mesty declared that he knew nothing about it.
"Then Mesty, it appears to me that we have a better chance of finding
our way back to Gibraltar; for you know the land was on our left side
all the way coming up the Mediterranean; and if we keep it, as it is
now, on our right, we shall get back again along the coast."
Mesty agreed with Jack that this was the ne plus ultra of navigation;
and that old Smallsole could not do better with his "pig-yoke" and
compasses. So they shook a reef out of the topsails, set top-gallant
sails, and ran directly down the coast from point to point, keeping
about five miles distant. The men prepared a good dinner; Mesty gave
them their allowance of wine, which was just double what they had on
board the Harpy--so they soon appeared to be content. One man, indeed,
talked very big and very mutinously, swearing that if the others would
join him they would soon have liquor enough; but Mesty gave him his
look, opened his knife, and swore that he would settle him, and Jack
knocked him down with a handspike; so that, what with the punishment
received, and that which was promised, the fellow thought he might as
well say no more about it. The fact is, that had it not been from
fear of Mesty, the whole of the men would, in all probability, have
behaved equally as bad; nevertheless, they were a little staggered, it
must be owned, at seeing Jack play so good a stick with the handspike.
After this night Jack and Mesty kept watch and watch, and everything
went on very well until they were nearly abreast of Carthagena, when a
gale came on from the northward, and drove them out of sight of land.
Sail after sail was reduced with difficulty from their having so few
hands, and the gale blew for three days with great fury. The men were
tired out and discontented. It was Jack's misfortune that he had but
one good man with him: even the coxswain of the boat, although a
fine-looking man, was worth nothing. Mesty was Jack's sheet-anchor.
The fourth day the gale moderated, but they had no idea where they
were: they knew that they had been blown off, but how far they could
not tell, and Jack now began to discover that a cruise at sea without
knowledge of navigation was a more nervous thing than he had
contemplated. However, there was no help for it. At night they wore
the ships and stood on the other tack, and at daylight they perceived
that they were close to some small islands, and much closer to some
large rocks, against which the sea beat high, although the wind had
subsided. Again was the helm put up, and they narrowly escaped. As
soon as the sails were trimmed the men came aft and proposed that if
they could find anchorage they should run into it, for they were quite
tired out. This was true, and Jack consulted with Mesty, who thought
it advisable to agree to the proposal.
That the islands were not inhabited was very evident. The only point
to ascertain was, if there were good anchorage. The coxswain offered
to go in the boat and examine; and, with four men, he set off, and in
about an hour returned, stating that there was plenty of water, and
that it was as smooth as a mill-pond, being land-locked on every side.
As they could not weigh the bower-anchor they bent the kedge, and
running in without accident, came to in a small bay, between the
islands, in seven fathoms water. The sails were furled, and
everything put in order by the seamen, who then took the boat and
pulled on shore. "They might as well have asked leave," thought Jack.
In an hour they returned, and, after a short discussion, came aft to
our hero in a body.
The coxswain was spokesman. He said that they had had hard work, and
required now to have some rest--that there were provisions on board
for three months, so that there could not be any hurry, and that they
had found they could pitch a tent very well on shore, and live there
for a short time; and that, as there was no harm in getting drunk on
shore, they expected that they might be allowed to take provisions and
plenty of wine with them, and that the men had desired him to ask
leave, because they were determined to go whether or no. Jack was
about to answer with the handspike, but perceiving that the men had
all put on their cutlasses, and had their pistols at their belts, he
thought proper to consult Mesty, who, perceiving that resistance was
useless, advised Jack to submit, observing that the sooner all the
wine was gone the better, as there would be nothing done while it
lasted.
Jack, therefore, very graciously told them that they should have their
own way, and he would stay there as long as they pleased. Mesty gave
them the keys of the provision-hatch, and told them, with a grin, to
help themselves. The men then informed Jack that he and Mesty should
stay on board and take care of the ship for them, and that they would
take the Spaniard on shore to cook their victuals. But to this Jack
observed that if he had not two hands he could not obey their orders,
in case they wished him to come on shore for them. The men thought
there was good argument in that observation, and therefore allowed
Jack to retain the Spaniard, that he might be more prompt to their
call from the beach. They then wished him good day, and begged that
he would amuse himself with the "articles of war."
As soon as they had thrown a spare sail into the boat, with some spars
to make a tent, and some bedding, they went down below, hoisted up two
pipes of wine out of the three, a bag or two of biscuit, arms and
ammunition, and as much of the salt provisions as they thought they
might require. The boat being full, they shoved off with three cheers
of derision. Jack was sensible to the compliment: he stood at the
gangway, took off his hat, and made them a polite bow.
As soon as they were gone, Mesty grinned with his sharp-filed teeth,
and looking at our hero, said:
"I tink I make um pay for all dis--stop a little; by de piper as
played before Moses, but our turn come by-and-bye."
As for Jack, he said nothing, but he thought the more. In about an
hour the men returned in the boat: they had forgotten many things they
wanted--wood to make a fire, and several utensils; they helped
themselves freely, and having now everything that they could think of,
they again went on shore.
"How d---n lucky, we nebber tell dem about the dollars," said Mesty,
as Jack and he were watching the motions of the men.
"It is, indeed," replied Jack; "not that they could spend them here."
"No, Massa Easy, but suppose they find all that money, they take boat
and go away with it. Now, I hab them in my clutch--stop a little."
A narrow piece of salt pork had been left at the gangway: Jack,
without knowing why, tossed it overboard; being almost all fat, it
sank very gradually: Jack watched it as it disappeared, so did Mesty,
both full of thought, when they perceived a dark object rising under
it: it was a ground shark, who took it into his maw, sank down, and
disappeared.
"What was that?" said Jack.
"That ground shark, Massa Easy--worst shark of all; you nebber see him
till you feel him"; and Mesty's eyes sparkled with pleasure. "By de
powers, they soon stop de mutiny; now I hab 'em."
Jack shuddered and walked away. During the day, the men on shore were
seen to work hard, and make all the preparations before they abandoned
themselves to the sensual gratification of intemperance. The tent was
pitched, the fire was lighted, and all the articles taken on shore
rolled up and stowed away in their places; they were seen to sit down
and dine, for they were within hail of the ship, and then one of the
casks of wine was spiled. In the meantime the Spaniard, who was a
quiet lad, had prepared the dinner for Easy and his now only
companion. The evening closed, and all was noise and revelry on
shore; and as they danced, and sung, and tossed off the cans of wine
by the light of the fire, as they hallooed and screamed, and became
more and more intoxicated, Mesty turned to Jack with his bitter smile,
and only said--
"Stop a little." At last the noise grew fainter, the fire died away,
and gradually all was silent. Jack was still hanging over the gangway
when Mesty came up to him. The new moon had just risen, and Jack's
eyes were fixed upon it.
"Now, Massa Easy, please you come aft and lower down little boat; take
your pistols, and then we go on shore and bring off the cutter; they
all asleep now."
"But why should we leave them without a boat, Mesty?" for Jack thought
of the sharks, and the probability of the men attempting to swim off.
"I tell you, sar, this night they get drunk, to-morrow they get drunk
again, but drunken men never keep quiet,--suppose one man say to
others, 'Let's go board and kill officer, and then we do as we
please,' they all say yes, and they all come and do it. No, sar-must
have boat--if not for your sake, I must hab it, save my own life
anyhow, for they hate me and kill me first; by de powers, stop a
little."
Jack felt the truth of Mesty's observation; he went aft with him,
lowered down the small boat, and they hauled it alongside. Jack went
down with Mesty into the cabin and fetched his pistols. "And the
Spaniard, Mesty, can we leave him on board alone?"
"Yes, sar, he no got arms, and he see dat me have--but suppose he find
arms he never dare do anything--I know de man."
Our hero and Mesty went into the boat and shoved off, pulling gently
on shore; the men were in a state of intoxication, so as not to be
able to move, much less hear. They cast off the cutter, towed her on
board, and made her fast with the other boat astern.
"Now, sar, we may go to bed; to-morrow morning you will see."
"They have everything they require on shore," replied Easy, "all they
could want with the cutter would be to molest us."
"Stop a little," replied Mesty. Jack and Mesty went to bed, and as a
precaution against the Spaniard, which was hardly necessary, Mesty
locked the cabin door but Mesty never forgot anything.
Jack slept little that night--had melancholy forebodings which he
could not shake off; indeed, Jack had reflected so much since he had
left the ship, he had had his eyes so much opened, and had felt what a
responsibility he had taken by indulging himself in a whim of the
moment, that it might be almost said, that in the course of one
fortnight he had at once from a boy sprung up into a man. He was
mortified and angry, but he was chiefly so with himself.
Mesty was up at daylight, and Jack soon followed him: they watched the
party on shore, who had not yet left the tent. At last, just as Jack
had finished his breakfast, one or two made their appearance; the men
looked about them as if they were searching for something, and then
walked down to the beach, to where the boat had been made fast. Jack
looked at Mesty, who grinned, and answered with the words so often
repeated--
"Stop a little."
The men then walked along the rocks until they were abreast of the
ship.
"Ship ahoy!"
"Halloo," replied Mesty.
"Bring the boat ashore directly, with a beaker of water."
"I knew dat," cried Mesty, rubbing his hands with delight. "Massa
Easy, you must tell them No."
"But why should I not give them water, Mesty?"
"Because, sar, den they take boat."
"Very true," replied Easy.
"Do you hear on board?" cried the coxswain, who was the man who
hailed--"send the boat immediately, or we'll cut the throats of every
mother's son of you, by God!"
"I shall not send the boat," replied Jack, who now thought Mesty was
right.
"You won't--won't you?--then your doom's sealed," replied the man,
walking up to the tent with the other. In a short time all the seamen
turned out of the tent, bringing with them four muskets, which they
had taken on shore with them.
"Good heavens! they are not, surely, going to fire at us, Mesty."
"Stop a little." The men then came down abreast of the ship, and the
coxswain again hailed, and asked if they would bring the boat on
shore.
"You must say, No, sar," replied Mesty.
"I feel I must," replied Jack; and then he answered the coxswain,
"No."
The plan of the mutineers had
been foreseen by the wily negro--it was to swim off to the boats which
were riding astern, and to fire at him or Jack, if they attempted to
haul them up alongside and defend them. To get into the boats,
especially the smaller one, from out of the water was easy enough.
Some of the men examined their priming and held the muskets at their
hips all ready, with the muzzles towards the ship, while the coxswain
and two men were throwing off their clothes.
"Stop, for God's sake, stop!" cried Jack. "The harbour is full of
ground sharks,--it is, upon my soul!"
"Do you think to frighten us with ground sharks?" replied the
coxswain; "keep under cover, my lads; Jack, give him a shot to prove
we are in earnest, and every time he or that nigger show their heads,
give them another, my lads."
"For God's sake, don't attempt to swim," said Jack, in an agony; "I
will try some means to give you water."
"Too late now--you're doomed"; and the coxswain sprang off the rock
into the sea, and was followed by two other men: at the same moment a
musket was discharged, and the bullet whistled close to our hero's
ear.
Mesty dragged Jack from the gangway, who was nearly fainting from
agonising feelings. He sank on the deck for a moment, and then sprang
up and ran to the port to look at the men in the water. He was just
in time to see the coxswain raise himself with a loud yell out of the
sea, and then disappear in a vortex, which was crimsoned with his
blood.
Mesty threw down his musket in his hand, of which he had several
already loaded, in case the men should have gained the boats.
"By the powers, dat no use now!" Jack had covered his face with his
hands. But the tragedy was not complete: the other men, who were in
the water, had immediately turned and made for the shore; but before
they could reach it, two more of these voracious monsters, attracted
by the blood of the coxswain, had flown to the spot, and there was a
contention for the fragments of their bodies.
Mesty, who had seen this catastrophe, turned towards our hero, who
still hid his face. "I'm glad he no see dat, anyhow," muttered Mesty.
"See what!" exclaimed Jack.
"Shark eat em all."
"Oh, horrid! horrid!" groaned our hero.
"Yes, sar, very horrid," replied Mesty, "and dat
bullet at your head very horrid. Suppose the sharks no take them,
what then? They kill us and the sharks have our body. I think that
more horrid still."
"Mesty," replied Jack, seizing the negro convulsively by the arm, "it
was not the sharks--it was I,--I who have murdered these men."
Mesty looked at Jack with surprise. "How dat possible?"
"If I had not disobeyed orders," replied our hero, panting for breath,
"if I had not shown them the example of disobedience, this would not
have happened. How could I expect submission from them? It's all my
fault--I see it now-and, O God! when will the sight be blotted from my
memory?"
"Massa Easy, I not understand that," replied Mesty: "I think you talk
foolish-might as well say, suppose Ashantee men not make war, this not
happen; for suppose Ashantee not make war, I not slave, I not run
away,--I not come board Harpy--I not go in boat with you--I not hinder
men from getting drunk--and dat why they make mutiny--and the mutiny
why the shark take um?"
Jack made no reply, but he felt some consolation from the counter
argument of the negro.
The dreadful death of the three mutineers appeared to have had a
sensible effect upon their companions, who walked away from the beach
with their heads down and with measured steps. They were now seen to
be perambulating the island, probably in search of that water which
they required. At noon, they returned to their tent, and soon
afterwards were in a state of intoxication, hallooing and shouting as
the day before. Towards the evening they came down to the beach
abreast of the ship, each with a vessel in their hands, and perceiving
that they had attracted the notice of our hero and Mesty, tossed the
contents of the vessels up in the air to show that they had found
water, and hooting and deriding, went back, dancing, leaping, and
kicking up their heels, to renew their orgies, which continued till
after midnight, when they were all stupefied as before.
The next day Jack had recovered from the first shock which the
catastrophe had given him, and he called Mesty into the cabin to hold
a consultation.
"Mesty, how is this to end?"
"How you mean, sar?--end here, or end on board of the Harpy?"
"The Harpy,--there appears little chance of our seeing her again--we
are on a desolate island, or what is the same thing; but we will hope
that it will be so: but how is this mutiny to end?"
"Massa Easy, suppose I please, I make it end very soon, but I not in a
hurry."
"How do you mean, Mesty, not in a hurry?"
"Look, Massa Easy; you wish take a cruise, and I wish the same ting:
now because mutiny you want to go back--but by all de powers, you tink
that I, a prince in my own country, feel wish to go back and boil
kettle for de young gentlemen. No, Massa Easy, gib me mutiny gib me
anyting--but--once I was prince," replied Mesty, lowering his voice at
the last few emphatic words.
"You must one of these days tell me your history," replied Jack; "but
just now let us argue the point in question. How could you put an end
to this mutiny?"
"By putting an end to all wine. Suppose I go shore after they all
drunk, I spile the casks in three or four places, and in the morning
all wine gone--den dey ab get sober, and beg pardon--we take dem on
board, put away all arms, 'cept yours and mine, and I like to see the
mutiny after dat. Blood and 'ounds--but I settle um, anyhow."
"The idea is very good, Mesty,--why should we not do so?"
"Because I not like run de risk to go ashore--all for what? to go
back, boil de kettle for all gentlemans--I very happy here, Massa,"
replied Mesty, carelessly.
"And I am very miserable," replied Jack; "but, however, I am
completely in your power, Mesty, and I must, I suppose, submit."
"What you say, Massa Easy--submit to me?--no sar, when you are on
board Harpy as officer, you talk with me as friend, and not treat me
as negro servant. Massa Easy, I feel--I feel what I am," continued
Mesty, striking his bosom, "I feel it here--for all first time since I
leave my country, I feel that I am someting; but, Massa Easy, I love
my friend as much as I hate my enemy--and you nebber submit to me--I
too proud to allow dat, 'cause, Massa Easy--I am a man--and once, I
was a prince."
Although Mesty did not perhaps explain by words half so well as he did
by his countenance the full tide of feeling which was overflowing in
his heart, Jack fully understood and felt it. He extended his hand to
Mesty, and said--
"Mesty--that you have been a prince, I care little about, although I
doubt it not, because you are incapable of a lie; but you are a man,
and I respect you, nay, I love you as a friend--and with my will we
never part again."
Mesty took the hand offered by Jack. It was the first peace offering
ever extended to him since he had been torn away from his native
land--the first compliment, the first tribute, the first
acknowledgment, perhaps, that he was not an inferior being; he pressed
it in silence, for he could not speak; but could the feelings which
were suffocating the negro but have been laid before sceptics, they
must have acknowledged that at that moment they were all and only such
as could do honour, not only to the prince, but even to the Christian.
So much was Mesty affected with what had happened, that when he
dropped the hand of our hero, he went down into the cabin, finding it
impossible to continue the conversation, which was not renewed until
the next morning.
"What is your opinion, Mesty? Tell me, and I will be governed by it."
"Den, sar, I tell you I tink it right that they first come and ask to
come on board before you take them--and, sar, I tink it also right as
we are but two and they are five, dat dey first eat all their
provisions. Let 'em starve plenty, and den dey come on board tame
enough."
"At all events," replied Jack, "the first overtures of some kind or
another must come from them. I wish I had something to do--I do not
much like this cooping up on board ship."
"Massa, why you no talk with Pedro?"
"Because I cannot speak Spanish."
"I know dat, and dat why I ask de question. You very sorry when you
meet the two pretty women in the ship, you not able to talk with them,
I guess that."
"I was very sorry, I grant," replied Jack.
"Well, Massa Easy, by and bye we see more Spanish girl. Why not talk
all day with Pedro, and den you able to talk with dem."
"Upon my word, Mesty, I never had an idea of your value. I will learn
all the Spanish that I can," replied Jack, who was glad to have
employment found for him, and was quite disgusted with the articles of
war.
As for the men on shore, they continued the same course as before, one
day succeeded another, and without variety. It was, however, to be
observed that the fire was now seldomer lighted, which proved their
fuel scarce, and the weather was not so warm as it had been, for it
was now October. Jack learnt Spanish from Pedro for a month, during
which there was no appearance of submission on the part of the
mutineers, who, for the first fortnight, when intoxicated, used to
come down and fire at Jack or Mesty when they made their appearance.
Fortunately drunken men are not good marksmen; but latterly this had
been discontinued, because they had expended their ammunition, and
they appeared to have almost forgotten that the ship was there, for
they took no notice of her whatever.
On the other hand, Jack had decided that if he waited there a year the
overtures should come from them who had mutinied; and now, having an
occupation, he passed his time very quietly, and the days flew so fast
that two months had actually been run off the calendar before he had
an idea of it.
One evening as they were down in the cabin, for the evenings had now
become very cold, Jack asked Mesty whether he had any objection to
give him a history of his life. Mesty replied that if he wished he
was ready to talk, and at a nod from our hero Mesty commenced as
follows.