We entertain the Pirate Captain--Return of Hoogstraaten with two
Ships--They attack the Pirate--The Mutineers are tried and hanged.
The captain came, guided by the Englishman and accompanied by one of his
officers. He was most elaborately dressed, and wore costly lace at his
cuffs and neck. He had no arms but a light rapier. The officer was more
soberly attired, and was also unarmed, save for a hanger, or short
sword. This gentleman, for although pirates, both he and the captain
were undoubtedly such, could speak my language fluently, and had
evidently come to act as interpreter.
After our first greeting, he assured me from the captain that my advice
had been taken, and that Paul, Berghen, and company, were now safe in
heavy irons, with a sentry over them. I asked him if their seizure had
not surprised them, and he laughed as at a good joke, as he recounted
their wonder and amazement.
I presented the captain and his lieutenant to Azolta and King Zolca,
and I had to conceal my smiles as I translated, for their benefit, the
flowery compliments of the captain. Our conversation was somewhat
hampered, as the lieutenant had to translate to me, and I in turn to the
others.
We then went amongst the people, and both men seemed much struck with
their appearance, and the beauty of the women. Whilst so engaged, our
meal was laid, and on our return we sat down to it, and our guests
seemed to most heartily enjoy the strange dishes. After it was over,
some of the girls entertained us with dances peculiar to the Quadrucos,
of which the captain and lieutenant did not seem as though they could
have enough.
When the time arrived for the departure of our guests, I had an escort
of picked men to accompany them to the outskirts of the town, an
attention which seemed greatly to please this singular man.
When we parted he said that his men would march out of the town at
daylight, when we would be at liberty to enter it, and resume
possession. That he would be busy preparing for sea all the morning, as
he intended to leave by the afternoon’s tide, but if King Zolca and I
would visit him on board at noon, he would be only too happy.
Circumstances beyond our control prevented us from fulfilling this
engagement.
In the morning Zolca and I, with an advanced guard, marched down the
valley to once more take possession of our town. I could see tears in my
comrade’s eyes as he saw the ruin that had been wrought. The men, too,
gazed fiercely around, and I saw that Paul’s fate was sealed this time.
We went to look for the prisoners, and found them heavily manacled in
one of the houses. Berghen addressed me with a reckless laugh.
“So you have won the game in the long run, Captain Diedrich! Well, it’s
the fortune of war, and must be accepted.”
I could not find words to answer him. I could not revile a helpless
prisoner, but the thought of our wrongs made my blood boil. I set trusty
sentinels over them, and left without looking at Paul.
About the middle of the morning the women and children began to arrive,
and those who still had houses left went to them and made ready to
entertain their less fortunate countrymen.
Almost at the same time a messenger came in from the beach with the
astounding intelligence that two more ships were outside the bay. We
hastened to the rise, and then I noticed that the great Cross of
Gonneville had been wantonly cast down. Although not superstitious I did
not like to see this, and the natives raised a wail of lamentation.
Outside the bay lay two ships, flying the flag of Holland, and my heart
warmed at the sight. On board the pirate ship the English flag was
floating instead of the black one formerly displayed. There seemed a
good deal of bustle on her decks, and I guessed she was preparing for a
fight.
A boat from one of the ships now entered the bay and rowed to Captain
Sharpe’s ship, and an officer went on board. He remained some short time
and then, re-entering the boat, pulled for the beach, and I went down to
meet him. What was my delight at recognizing Vanstrooken. We greeted
each other warmly, and he inquired of the strange ship, being seemingly
somewhat suspicious of her.
Now I had no mind to see Captain Sharpe taken and hanged as a pirate,
for although doubtless he richly deserved it, still the man had behaved
honourably to me, and I would not betray him. I therefore replied that
she was an English ship, and they had been here some weeks repairing and
cleaning the hull of their vessel.
He then asked if I had seen anything of the five mutineers, and I told
him of how they had treacherously made us prisoners and taken possession
of the town; but that, thanks to the English captain, we had them safe
in irons in the town. This proved to be a most unfortunate speech of
mine.
He immediately expressed a wish to see them, saying that Hoogstraaten
was captain of one of the ships, and had put in here partly to see me
and partly to look for them. I could only accompany him back to the
town. As we went he gave me an account of their voyage to Batavia and
the dangers they experienced.
When we opened the door of the house the culprits gave a start of dismay
as they recognized the visitor. It was as though the executioner had
looked in at them.
The officer gazed round at them in silence. Suddenly Berghen spoke.
“Herr Vanstrooken, I trust before you hang us that you will blow that
cursed pirate out of the water. The wretch who betrayed us.”
“What does this mean?” said Vanstrooken, glancing at me somewhat
sternly. “Herr Diedrich says she is an English ship.”
“English ship she may be,” replied Berghen; “but for all that she is the
well-known pirate ship, _The Bachelor’s Delight_, commanded by the
notorious Captain Sharpe.”
Vanstrooken gave me a glance of anger which I returned, for my
conscience was easy; I had told the truth if not quite all the truth.
Vanstrooken hurried to the shore as fast as he could, and springing into
his boat, bade the men give way smartly. As he passed the stern of the
pirate he shouted something to which Captain Sharpe took off his hat and
made an ironical bow. Immediately after, the English flag was hauled
down and the black flag flaunted defiantly in its place. The delay he
had gained had enabled him to get his ship clear and ready for action.
As soon as Vanstrooken’s boat got alongside, a cannon was fired from the
ship, the ball dropping astern of the pirate. No notice was taken of it,
the crew being busy getting the anchor up. She was then allowed to drift
towards the entrance until the headland sheltered her from the fire of
the ships.
Meantime boats full of armed men left the two ships and came swiftly in
to board and capture their prey. They were received with a warm fire;
but nothing daunted, they ranged alongside, and the crews commenced to
scramble up the bulwarks. They were, however, vigorously repulsed, not
one, I think, getting a footing on the deck. Again and again they
attempted it, but without success, and at last had to draw off and
return discomfited to their ships. There must have been heavy loss on
both sides, for I saw the pirates throw many dead bodies overboard.
Evening was now drawing on, and a breeze had sprung up. _The Bachelors
Delight_ weighed anchor, and, favoured by wind and tide, swept boldly
out in the face of her opponents. She had to endure a galling cannon
fire as she threaded the channel; but her masts and spars were
untouched, and once outside, she unhesitatingly made for her nearest
adversary and delivered a broadside into her that must have done great
damage. Shooting past she sheered up to the other one and gave her a
like compliment; then, with every sail drawing, she went on her course,
and the two other ships soon saw that pursuit was hopeless and presently
beat back to the mouth of the bay.
Here, the tide being against them, they had to remain until the morning;
but a boat was soon coming ashore from one of them. It was dusk when
they reached the beach, but I recognized Hoogstraaten. He stepped on
land, looking darkly at me, and would not see my proffered hand.
“You keep strange company since my last visit, Master Diedrich Buys!” he
said.
“Truly so;” I answered, somewhat nettled. “You left us five well-ordered
gentlemen as guests!”
“That is beside the matter,” he replied, somewhat haughtily. “Why did
you not at once inform Herr Vanstrooken of the true character of that
piratical craft?”
“Because the man had kept his word honourably with me, and handed over
the men I wanted in irons. Moreover, I think it would have been much to
the advantage of all of you if you had accepted my explanation and let
him go in peace.”
He looked at me for a moment with a black frown, then suddenly laughed.
“Faith, friend, you are right, I believe! That same pirate carried too
much metal for us.”
He held out both his hands, and our old friendship was at once restored.
“I will be your guest to-night, with your permission,” he said; “but I
must send my boat back with a message.”
In a few minutes he was ready to go with me to the town, where we were
received with great welcome by Zolca and Azolta.
We sat talking until late that night, for he had much to tell and much
to listen to. The events of the years since we parted had been stirring
with both of us. He had been back to Holland, had visited Harlem and
seen my parents--having gone there on purpose to assure them of my
innocence with regard to the _Batavia_ mutiny. He brought me loving
messages from them, and I felt I never could thank him enough for having
done, of his own accord, the thing I most desired, namely, my
justification to my family.
Next morning early the boats arrived from the ships, bringing off the
captain of the other vessel and some of the superior officers.
Vanstrooken, I was sorry to hear, had been badly wounded and was
confined to his cabin. The ships had entered the bay at daylight and
were now anchored where the pirate vessel had lain.
The proceedings were short. The four prisoners, for Paul, of course, was
not included in this trial, were adjudged guilty of both mutiny and
desertion, either of them punishable with death. They were straightway
taken on board and hanged at the yard-arm in their irons. The bodies
were then taken out to sea and thrown overboard. They all maintained a
sullen silence to the last.
I tried to put off Paul’s trial and certain condemnation as long as
possible, and in this matter Hoogstraaten unconsciously helped me.
The latter, I may mention, came of a wealthy family, and was a man of
considerable private means. He told me that he and my father had joined
in bringing me out a few presents, and invited Zolca and me on board to
see them.
“I have brought you these,” he said, “in case you are again visited by
the Malays or Mongols;” and he showed me two brass cannons and a stand
of firearms. He told us that he had also a plentiful supply of powder
and ball, and moreover, he would leave a sailor with us who was a good
gunner, and who would superintend the mounting of the guns in the best
position, and also give us instruction in the use of them. This man he
would pick up again on his return.
On my asking him of his destination, he smiled slightly.
“To no less a place, Diedrich, than the Abrolhos of Frederic Houtman,
where you first made acquaintance with the land of Terra Australis. I am
going to try and recover two casks of rix-dollars which went to the
bottom when your ship the _Batavia_ broke up, and were not recovered by
Francis Pelsart. I have on board two native divers from one of the
islands of the straits and also one of Pelsart’s sailors.” I expressed a
wish to see this sailor, and Hoogstraaten ordered the boatswain to send
him forward.
What was my surprise to recognize the friendly sailor, who had whispered
a word of hope to me at the last. He did not know me, however, and it
was some time before he could believe that I was the youth he had helped
to put ashore so many years ago. I asked him why he had whispered to me
of the coming of ships, and he told me that he had overheard Pelsart
say--in answer to one of the other officers, whose pity had been touched
by our fate--“Rest easy. They will be rescued soon, ships are now under
orders to examine this coast.”
Hoogstraaten now told me that he had a present for the Princess Azolta,
which he must take ashore and give to her himself. It was large and
flat, like a board, and the sailors handled it most carefully, the
captain himself superintending its transportation. When we reached our
house, the sailors behind carefully carrying the mysterious package, I
noticed a sly smile on Hoogstraaten’s face, as he gravely bowed to
Azolta, and requested me to tell her that he had brought her a small
present from Europe. The sailors leaned the package against the wall and
commenced to strip the coverings off. Hoogstraaten managed to edge
Azolta in front of it, as the last covering fell, and she gave a little
start and scream of surprise. It was an almost full-length mirror, and
she suddenly, and for the first time in her life, saw the reflection of
her figure.
The captain’s present was an unfailing source of amusement. Zolca had to
stand before it and put himself in various fighting attitudes, much to
his own admiration. Then his wife came in, and other girls, and the
coquetry that went on before that glass was something to remember.
Hoogstraaten lay back on a rug, and laughed till he was hoarse.