Jack and his companion found the brig was in search of a spot further to
the south where good water could be got. Having visited it, Jack and
Sambo were able to pilot her there, and thus at once obtained favour
with their captain. They had not been many days on board before Jack
became suspicious of the character of the _Sea Hawk_, such was the name
of the brig. "Don't ask questions," was the only answer he got when he
inquired under what flag she sailed. He found that she was neither
English nor American; still she was strongly armed, and from the
bandages which decked the heads and arms of several of the crew, and the
marks of shot in her hull and rigging, it was evident she had only
lately been engaged. The people also were of all nations and colours,
and dressed in every variety of costume. Watching his opportunity he
mentioned his doubts to Sambo. The black shook his head. "Berry bad,
me fear," he replied. "This brig one big pirate--nothin' else." Jack
had once seen some pirates hanging in chains, and had a wholesome fear
of their character. He was therefore not a little anxious to get out of
their company. He, however, said nothing, and went about his duty
cheerfully.
In spite of the lawless manners of the crew, there was strict discipline
maintained on board, and a sharp look out kept. From their
conversation, Jack guessed that they were on the watch for some of the
homeward-bound Spanish ships from Peru or Mexico, supposed to be
freighted with gold and other valuable commodities. No one was more
constantly on the alert than the captain. Every one paid him the
greatest respect. Jack at first could not tell why. His outward
appearance had nothing about it of the ferocious pirate. Captain John
was a little man, somewhat sunburnt and wizened, and no beauty
certainly, but with usually a calm, rather benignant expression of
countenance, and a gentle soft voice. If, however, any thing went wrong
or in any way displeased him, his eye kindled up, and his voice gave out
a note between the roar of a lion and the croak of a raven, and on these
occasions Jack always felt inclined to get away from him as far as he
could.
Several weeks passed away and no prize had been made. A thick fog had
hung over the sea since daybreak, shrouding every thing near or far from
sight. A breeze springing up soon after noon, the fog lifted, when away
dead to leeward a ship was descried, her maintop just appearing above
the horizon. Instantly all sail was made in chase. No one doubted but
that at length a prize long waited for was to be theirs. They rapidly
overhauled the stranger, who, apparently unsuspicious of danger, was
holding her course to the northward. As the _Sea Hawk_ neared her, she
seemed to be a large ship, her build, her paint and rigging shewing her
to be a merchantman. At the same time, as a Spanish ship of her size
would certainly carry guns, and as her crew might possibly fight them to
defend their freight, the pirates went to their quarters to be prepared
for the strife. However, when the brig drew still nearer she seemed in
no way inclined to begin the combat. This made the pirates fancy that
she would not fight at all, and that they would obtain an easy victory.
"We must not let one of the people escape to bear witness against us,"
said the mild-looking Captain John as he eyed the stranger. Sad was the
fate awaiting all on board the merchantman. Nearer and nearer drew the
two vessels. So completely did the pirate brig outsail the other that
the _Sea Hawk_ might be likened to a spider with a fly in his toils.
The brig, hoisting her accursed black flag, sure harbinger of death and
destruction, was about to pour in her broadside, when an exclamation
escaped the pirate captain. Large folds of canvas were drawn up from
the ship's sides, down came tumbling sundry other bits from aloft, the
muzzles of twenty guns looked grinning out of her ports, up went the
glorious British ensign at her peak, and at the same moment the frigate,
for such she was, sent forth a terrific shower of round shot and
langrage, which made the pirate brig tremble to her keel, and struck
down many a fierce desperado never to rise again.
The pirate captain now seemed in his element, though he must have known
his case to be desperate. Ordering his man to fire high, wishing to
disable his opponent, he braced up his yards in the hopes of getting off
to windward; but the hitherto slow sailing frigate showed that she had a
quick pair of heels of her own, and was immediately after him. Jack was
endeavouring to get away, that he might not fire on his countrymen; but
the pirates drove him back to his gun, with the threat of shooting him
if he attempted to desert them again. Sambo, on account of his general
intelligence, had been made captain of his gun, and he seemed to be as
eager in working it as any one else; but he gave Jack a hint that no one
on board the frigate would be the worse for any shot he fired. Now
began a scene of the most terrific carnage. The pirates fought like
demons; but were struck down by numbers at a time, till the deck became
a complete shambles. Still Jack and Sambo were unhurt. Some of the
pirates gave signs of a desire to haul down their flag; but their
captain shot a man who was attempting the operation, and that made the
others desist. At length Captain John received a wound and fell to the
deck, and the crew rushing aft struck to the frigate. After giving them
a couple of extra broadsides--for pirates are seldom treated with
courtesy--the victor sent his boats, well armed, to take possession. No
further opposition was made, though the little captain, as he lay
writhing on the deck, urged his crew to heave cold shot into the boats
as they came alongside. The British seamen climbed up the sides with
their cutlasses in their teeth, and took possession of their prize.