"strange Sail! Right Ahead!"

The strange sail was reported to Captain Dodd, then dressing in his

cabin. He came soon after on deck and hailed the lookout: "Which way is

she standing?"

"Can't say, sir. Can't see her move any."

Dodd ordered the boatswain to pipe to breakfast; and taking his deck

glass went lightly up to the foretop-gallant-mast-crosstrees. Thence,

through the light haze of a glorious morning, he espied a long low

schooner, lateen-rigged, lying close under Point Leat, a small island

about nine miles distant on the weather bow; and nearly in the _Agra's_

course then approaching the Straits of Gaspar, 4 Latitude S.

"She is hove to," said Dodd, very gravely.

At eight o'clock, the stranger lay about two miles to windward; and still

hove to.

By this time all eyes were turned upon her, and half a dozen glasses.

Everybody, except the captain, delivered an opinion. She was a Greek

lying to for water: she was a Malay coming north with canes, and short of

hands: she was a pirate watching the Straits.

The captain leaned silent and sombre with his arms on the bulwarks, and

watched the suspected craft.

Mr. Fullalove joined the group, and levelled a powerful glass, of his own

construction. His inspection was long and minute, and, while the glass

was at his eye, Sharpe asked him half in a whisper, could he make out


"Wal," said he, "the varmint looks considerably snaky." Then, without

moving his glass, he let drop a word at a time, as if the facts were

trickling into his telescope at the lens, and out at the sight.

"One--two--four--seven, false ports."

There was a momentary murmur among the officers all round. But British

sailors are undemonstrative: Colonel Kenealy, strolling the deck with a

cigar, saw they were watching another ship with maritime curiosity, and

making comments; but he discerned no particular emotion nor anxiety in

what they said, nor in the grave low tones they said it in. Perhaps a

brother seaman would though.

The next observation that trickled out of Fullalove's tube was

this: "I judge there are too few hands on deck, and too

many--white--eyeballs--glittering at the portholes."

"Confound it!" muttered Bayliss, uneasily; "how can you see that?"

Fullalove replied only by quietly handing his glass to Dodd. The

captain, thus appealed to, glued his eye to the tube.

"Well, sir; see the false ports, and the white eyebrows?" asked Sharpe,


"I see this is the best glass I ever looked through," said Dodd doggedly,

without interrupting his inspection.

"I think he is a Malay pirate," said Mr. Grey.

Sharpe took him up very quickly, and, indeed, angrily: "Nonsense! And if

he is, he won't venture on a craft of this size."

"Says the whale to the swordfish," suggested Fullalove, with a little

guttural laugh.

The captain, with the American glass at his eye, turned half round to the

man at the wheel: "Starboard!"

"Starboard it is."

"Steer South South East."

"Ay, ay, sir." And the ship's course was thus altered two points.

This order lowered Dodd fifty per cent in Mr. Sharpe's estimation. He

held his tongue as long as he could: but at last his surprise and

dissatisfaction burst out of him, "Won't that bring him out on us?"

"Very likely, sir," replied Dodd.

"Begging your pardon, captain, would it not be wiser to keep our course,

and show the blackguard we don't fear him?"

"When we _do_? Sharpe, he has made up his mind an hour ago whether to

lie still, or bite; my changing my course two points won't change his

mind; but it may make him declare it; and _I_ must know what he does

intend, before I run the ship into the narrows ahead."

"Oh, I see," said Sharpe, half convinced.

The alteration in the _Agra's_ course produced no movement on the part of

the mysterious schooner. She lay to under the land still, and with only

a few hands on deck, while the _Agra_ edged away from her and entered the

straits between Long Island and Point Leat, leaving the schooner about

two miles and a half distant to the N.W.

Ah! The stranger's deck swarms black with men.

His sham ports fell as if by magic, his guns grinned through the gaps

like black teeth; his huge foresail rose and filled, and out he came in


The breeze was a kiss from Heaven, the sky a vaulted sapphire, the sea a

million dimples of liquid, lucid, gold. . . .

The way the pirate dropped the mask, showed his black teeth, and bore up

in chase, was terrible: so dilates and bounds the sudden tiger on his

unwary prey. There were stout hearts among the officers of the peaceful

_Agra_; but danger in a new form shakes the brave; and this was their

first pirate: their dismay broke out in ejaculations not loud but

deep. . . .

"Sharpe," said Dodd, in a tone that conveyed no suspicion of the

newcomer, "set the royals, and flying jib.--Port!"

"Port it is," cried the man at the helm.

"Steer due South!" And, with these words in his mouth, Dodd dived to the

gun deck.

By this time elastic Sharpe had recovered the first shock; and the order

to crowd sail on the ship galled his pride and his manhood; he muttered,

indignantly, "The white feather!" This eased his mind, and he obeyed

orders briskly as ever. While he and his hands were setting every rag

the ship could carry on that tack, the other officers, having unluckily

no orders to execute, stood gloomy and helpless, with their eyes glued,

by a sort of sombre fascination, on that coming fate. . . .

Realize the situation, and the strange incongruity between the senses and

the mind in these poor fellows! The day had ripened its beauty; beneath

a purple heaven shone, sparkled, and laughed a blue sea, in whose waves

the tropical sun seemed to have fused his beams; and beneath that fair,

sinless, peaceful sky, wafted by a balmy breeze over those smiling,

transparent, golden waves, a bloodthirsty Pirate bore down on them with a

crew of human tigers; and a lady babble babble babble babble babble

babble babbled in their quivering ears.

But now the captain came bustling on deck, eyed the loftier sails, saw

they were drawing well, appointed four midshipmen in a staff to convey

his orders; gave Bayliss charge of the carronades, Grey of the cutlasses,

and directed Mr. Tickell to break the bad news gently to Mrs. Beresford,

and to take her below to the orlop deck; ordered the purser to serve out

beef, biscuit, and grog to all hands, saying, "Men can't work on an empty

stomach: and fighting is hard work;" then beckoned the officers to come

round him. "Gentlemen," said he, confidentially, "in crowding sail on

this ship I had no hope of escaping that fellow on this tack, but I was,

and am, most anxious to gain the open sea, where I can square my yards

and run for it, if I see a chance. At present I shall carry on till he

comes up within range: and then, to keep the Company's canvas from being

shot to rags, I shall shorten sail; and to save ship and cargo and all

our lives, I shall fight while a plank of her swims. Better to be killed

in hot blood than walk the plank in cold."

The officers cheered faintly: the captain's dogged resolution stirred up

theirs. . . .

"Shorten sail to the taupsles and jib, get the colors ready on the

halyards, and then send the men aft. . . ."

Sail was no sooner shortened, and the crew ranged, than the captain came

briskly on deck, saluted, jumped on a carronade, and stood erect. He was

not the man to show the crew his forebodings.

(Pipe.) "Silence fore and aft."

"My men, the schooner coming up on our weather quarter is a Portuguese

pirate. His character is known; he scuttles all the ships he boards,

dishonors the women, and murders the crew. We cracked on to get out of

the narrows, and now we have shortened sail to fight this blackguard, and

teach him not to molest a British ship. I promise, in the Company's

name, twenty pounds prize money to every man before the mast if we beat

him off or out manoeuvre him; thirty if we sink him; and forty if we tow

him astern into a friendly port. Eight guns are clear below, three on

the weather side, five on the lee; for, if he knows his business, he will

come up on the lee quarter: if he doesn't, that is no fault of yours nor

mine. The muskets are all loaded, the cutlasses ground like razors--"


"We have got women to defend--"


"A good ship under our feet, the God of justice overhead, British hearts

in our bosoms, and British colors flying--run 'em up!--over our heads."

(The ship's colors flew up to the fore, and the Union Jack to the mizzen

peak.) "Now lads, I mean to fight this ship while a plank of her

(stamping on the deck) swims beneath my foot and--WHAT DO YOU SAY?"

The reply was a fierce "hurrah!" from a hundred throats, so loud, so

deep, so full of volume, it made the ship vibrate, and rang in the

creeping-on pirate's ears. Fierce, but cunning, he saw mischief in those

shortened sails, and that Union Jack, the terror of his tribe, rising to

a British cheer; he lowered his mainsail, and crawled up on the weather

quarter. Arrived within a cable's length, he double reefed his foresail

to reduce his rate of sailing nearly to that of the ship; and the next

moment a tongue of flame, and then a gash of smoke, issued from his lee

bow, and the ball flew screaming like a seagull over the _Agra's_ mizzen

top. He then put his helm up, and fired his other bow-chaser, and sent

the shot hissing and skipping on the water past the ship. This prologue

made the novices wince. Bayliss wanted to reply with a carronade; but

Dodd forbade him sternly, saying, "If we keep him aloof we are done for."

The pirate drew nearer, and fired both guns in succession, hulled the

_Agra_ amidships, and sent an eighteen pound ball through her foresail.

Most of the faces were pale on the quarter-deck; it was very trying to be

shot at, and hit, and make no return. The next double discharge sent one

shot smash through the stern cabin window, and splintered the bulwark

with another, wounding a seaman slightly.

"LIE DOWN FORWARD!" shouted Dodd, through his trumpet. "Bayliss, give

him a shot."

The carronade was fired with a tremendous report, but no visible effect.

The pirate crept nearer, steering in and out like a snake to avoid the

carronades, and firing those two heavy guns alternately into the devoted

ship. He hulled the _Agra_ now nearly every shot.

The two available carronades replied noisily, and jumped as usual; they

sent one thirty-two pound shot clean through the schooner's deck and

side; but that was literally all they did worth speaking of.

"Curse them!" cried Dodd; "load them with grape! They are not to be

trusted with ball. And all my eighteen-pounders dumb! The coward won't

come alongside and give them a chance."

At the next discharge the pirate chipped the mizzen mast, and knocked a

sailor into dead pieces on the forecastle. Dodd put his helm down ere

the smoke cleared, and got three carronades to bear, heavily laden with

grape. Several pirates fell, dead or wounded, on the crowded deck, and

some holes appeared in the foresail; this one interchange was quite in

favor of the ship.

But the lesson made the enemy more cautious; he crept nearer, but steered

so adroitly, now right astern, now on the quarter, that the ship could

seldom bring more than one carronade to bear, while he raked her fore and

aft with grape and ball.

In this alarming situation, Dodd kept as many of the men below as

possible; but, for all he could do four were killed and seven wounded.

Fullalove's word came too true: it was the swordfish and the whale: it

was a fight of hammer and anvil; one hit, the other made a noise.

Cautious and cruel, the pirate hung on the poor hulking creature's

quarters and raked her at point blank distance. He made her pass a

bitter time. And her captain! To see the splintering hull, the parting

shrouds, the shivered gear, and hear the shrieks and groans of his

wounded; and he unable to reply in kind! The sweat of agony poured down

his face. Oh, if he could but reach the open sea, and square his yards,

and make a long chase of it; perhaps fall in with aid. Wincing under

each heavy blow, he crept doggedly, patiently on, towards that one

visible hope.

At last, when the ship was cloven with shot, and peppered with grape, the

channel opened: in five minutes more he could put her dead before the


No. The pirate, on whose side luck had been from the first, got half a

broadside to bear at long musket shot, killed a midshipman by Dodd's

side, cut away two of the _Agra's_ mizzen shrouds, wounded the gaff: and

cut the jib stay; down fell the powerful sail into the water, and dragged

across the ship's forefoot, stopping her way to the open sea she panted

for, the mates groaned; the crew cheered stoutly, as British tars do in

any great disaster; the pirates yelled with ferocious triumph, like the

devils they looked.

But most human events, even calamities, have two sides. The _Agra_ being

brought almost to a standstill, the pirate forged ahead against his will,

and the combat took a new and terrible form. The elephant gun popped,

and the rifle cracked, in the _Agra's_ mizzen top, and the man at the

pirate's helm jumped into the air and fell dead: both Theorists claimed

him. Then the three carronades peppered him hotly; and he hurled an iron

shower back with fatal effect. Then at last the long 18-pounders on the

gun-deck got a word in. The old Niler was not the man to miss a vessel

alongside in a quiet sea; he sent two round shot clean through him; the

third splintered his bulwark, and swept across his deck.

"His masts! fire at his masts!" roared Dodd to Monk, through his trumpet;

he then got the jib clear, and made what sail he could without taking all

the hands from the guns.

This kept the vessels nearly alongside a few minutes, and the fight was

hot as fire. The pirate now for the first time hoisted his flag. It was

black as ink. His crew yelled as it rose: the Britons, instead of

quailing, cheered with fierce derision: the pirate's wild crew of yellow

Malays, black chinless Papuans, and bronzed Portuguese, served their side

guns, 12-pounders, well and with ferocious cries; the white Britons,

drunk with battle now, naked to the waist, grimed with powder, and

spotted like leopards with blood, their own and their mates', replied

with loud undaunted cheers, and deadly hail of grape from the

quarterdeck; while the master gunner and his mates loading with a

rapidity the mixed races opposed could not rival, hulled the schooner

well between wind and water, and then fired chain shot at her masts, as

ordered, and began to play the mischief with her shrouds and rigging.

Meantime, Fullalove and Kenealy, aided by Vespasian, who loaded, were

quietly butchering the pirate crew two a minute, and hoped to settle the

question they were fighting for; smooth-bore _v._ rifle: but unluckily

neither fired once without killing; so "there was nothing proven."

The pirate, bold as he was, got sick of fair fighting first; he hoisted

his mainsail and drew rapidly ahead, with a slight bearing to windward,

and dismounted a carronade and stove in the ship's quarter-boat, by way

of a parting kick.

The men hurled a contemptuous cheer after him; they thought they had

beaten him off. But Dodd knew better. He was but retiring a little way

to make a more deadly attack than ever: he would soon wear, and cross the

_Agra's_ defenceless bows, to rake her fore and aft at pistol-shot

distance; or grapple, and board the enfeebled ship two hundred strong.

Dodd flew to the helm, and with his own hands put it hard aweather, to

give the deck guns one more chance, the last, of sinking or disabling the

_Destroyer_. As the ship obeyed, and a deck gun bellowed below him, he

saw a vessel running out from Long Island, and coming swiftly up on his

lee quarter.

It was a schooner. Was she coming to his aid?

Horror! A black flag floated from her foremast head.

While Dodd's eyes were staring almost out of his head at this death-blow

to hope, Monk fired again; and just then a pale face came close to

Dodd's, and a solemn voice whispered in his ear: "Our ammunition is

nearly done!"

Dodd seized Sharpe's hand convulsively, and pointed to the pirate's

consort coming up to finish them; and said, with the calm of a brave

man's despair, "Cutlasses! and die hard!"

At that moment the master gunner fired his last gun. It sent a chain

shot on board the retiring pirate, took off a Portuguese head and spun it

clean into the sea ever so far to windward, and cut the schooner's

foremast so nearly through that it trembled and nodded, and presently

snapped with a loud crack, and came down like a broken tree, with the

yard and sail; the latter overlapping the deck and burying itself, black

flag and all, in the sea; and there, in one moment, lay the _Destroyer_

buffeting and wriggling--like a heron on the water with its long wing

broken--an utter cripple.

The victorious crew raised a stunning cheer.

"Silence!" roared Dodd, with his trumpet. "All hands make sail!"

He set his courses, bent a new jib, and stood out to windward close

hauled, in hopes to make a good offing, and then put his ship dead before

the wind, which was now rising to a stiff breeze. In doing this he

crossed the crippled pirate's bows, within eighty yards; and sore was the

temptation to rake him; but his ammunition being short, and his danger

being imminent from the other pirate, he had the self-command to resist

the great temptation.

He hailed the mizzen top: "Can you two hinder them from firing that gun?"

"I rather think we can," said Fullalove, "eh, colonel?" and tapped his

long rifle.

The ship no sooner crossed the schooner's bows than a Malay ran forward

with a linstock. Pop went the colonel's ready carbine, and the Malay

fell over dead, and the linstock flew out of his hand. A tall

Portuguese, with a movement of rage, snatched it up, and darted to the

gun; the Yankee rifle cracked, but a moment too late. Bang! went the

pirate's bow-chaser, and crashed into the _Agra's_ side, and passed

nearly through her.

"Ye missed him! Ye missed him!" cried the rival theorist, joyfully. He

was mistaken: the smoke cleared, and there was the pirate captain leaning

wounded against the mainmast with a Yankee bullet in his shoulder, and

his crew uttering yells of dismay and vengeance. They jumped, and raged,

and brandished their knives and made horrid gesticulations of revenge;

and the white eyeballs of the Malays and Papuans glittered fiendishly;

and the wounded captain raised his sound arm and had a signal hoisted to

his consort, and she bore up in chase, and jamming her fore lateen flat

as a board, lay far nearer the wind than the _Agra_ could, and sailed

three feet to her two besides. On this superiority being made clear, the

situation of the merchant vessel, though not so utterly desperate as

before Monk fired his lucky shot, became pitiable enough. If she ran

before the wind, the fresh pirate would cut her off: if she lay to

windward, she might postpone the inevitable and fatal collision with a

foe as strong as that she had only escaped by a rare piece of luck; but

this would give the crippled pirate time to refit and unite to destroy

her. Add to this the failing ammunition, and the thinned crew!

Dodd cast his eyes all around the horizon for help.

The sea was blank.

The bright sun was hidden now; drops of rain fell, and the wind was

beginning to sing; and the sea to rise a little.

"Gentlemen," said he, "let us kneel down and pray for wisdom, in this

sore strait."

He and his officers kneeled on the quarter-deck. When they rose, Dodd

stood rapt about a minute; his great thoughtful eye saw no more the

enemy, the sea, nor anything external; it was turned inward. His

officers looked at him in silence.

"Sharpe," said he, at last, "there must be a way out of them with such a

breeze as this is now; if we could but see it."

"Ay, _if_," groaned Sharpe.

Dodd mused again.

"About ship!" said he, softly, like an absent man.

"Ay, ay, sir!"

"Steer due north!" said he, still like one whose mind was elsewhere.

While the ship was coming about, he gave minute orders to the mates and

the gunner, to ensure co-operation in the delicate and dangerous

manoeuvres that were sure to be on hand.

The wind was W.N.W.: he was standing north: one pirate lay on his lee

beam stopping a leak between wind and water, and hacking the deck clear

of his broken masts and yards. The other fresh, and thirsting for the

easy prey, came up to weather on him and hang on his quarter, pirate


When they were distant about a cable's length, the fresh pirate, to meet

the ship's change of tactics, changed his own, luffed up, and gave the

ship a broadside, well aimed but not destructive, the guns being loaded

with ball.

Dodd, instead of replying immediately, put his helm hard up and ran under

the pirate's stern, while he was jammed up in the wind, and with his five

eighteen-pounders raked him fore and aft, then paying off, gave him three

carronades crammed with grape and canister; the almost simultaneous

discharge of eight guns made the ship tremble, and enveloped her in thick

smoke; loud shrieks and groans were heard from the schooner; the smoke

cleared; the pirate's mainsail hung on deck, his jib-boom was cut off

like a carrot and the sail struggling; his foresail looked lace, lanes of

dead and wounded lay still or writhing on his deck and his lee scuppers

ran blood into the sea. Dodd squared his yards and bore away.

The ship rushed down the wind, leaving the schooner staggered and all

abroad. But not for long; the pirate wore and fired his bow chasers at

the now flying _Agra_, split one of the carronades in two, and killed a

Lascar, and made a hole in the foresail; this done, he hoisted his

mainsail again in a trice, sent his wounded below, flung his dead

overboard, to the horror of their foes, and came after the flying ship,

yawning and firing his bow chasers. The ship was silent. She had no

shot to throw away. Not only did she take these blows like a coward, but

all signs of life disappeared on her, except two men at the wheel, and

the captain on the main gangway.

Dodd had ordered the crew out of the rigging, armed them with cutlasses,

and laid them flat on the forecastle. He also compelled Kenealy and

Fullalove to come down out of harm's way, no wiser on the smooth-bore

question than they went up.

The great patient ship ran environed by her foes; one destroyer right in

her course, another in her wake, following her with yells of vengeance,

and pounding away at her--but no reply.

Suddenly the yells of the pirates on both sides ceased, and there was a

moment of dead silence on the sea.

Yet nothing fresh had happened.

Yes, this had happened: the pirates to windward, and the pirates to

leeward, of the _Agra_, had found out, at one and the same moment, that

the merchant captain they had lashed, and bullied, and tortured, was a

patient but tremendous man. It was not only to rake the fresh schooner

he had put his ship before the wind, but also by a double, daring,

master-stroke to hurl his monster ship bodily on the other. Without a

foresail she could never get out of his way. Her crew had stopped the

leak, and cut away and unshipped the broken foremast, and were stepping a

new one, when they saw the huge ship bearing down in full sail. Nothing

easier than to slip out of her way could they get the foresail to draw;

but the time was short, the deadly intention manifest, the coming

destruction swift. After that solemn silence came a storm of cries and

curses, as their seamen went to work to fit the yard and raise the sail;

while their fighting men seized their matchlocks and trained the guns.

They were well commanded by an heroic able villian. Astern the consort

thundered; but the _Agra's_ response was a dead silence more awful than


For then was seen with what majesty the enduring Anglo-Saxon fights.

One of the indomitable race on the gangway, one at the foremast, two at

the wheel, conned and steered the great ship down on a hundred

matchlocks, and a grinning broadside, just as they would have conned and

steered her into a British harbor.

"Starboard!" said Dodd, in a deep calm voice, with a motion of his hand.

"Starboard it is."

The pirate wriggled ahead a little. The man forward made a silent signal

to Dodd.

"Port!" said Dodd, quietly.

"Port it is."

But at this critical moment the pirate astern sent a mischievous shot,

and knocked one of the men to atoms at the helm.

Dodd waved his hand without a word, and another man rose from the deck,

and took his place in silence, and laid his unshaking hand on the wheel

stained with that man's warm blood whose place he took.

The high ship was now scarce sixty yards distant: _she seemed to know_:

she reared her lofty figurehead with great awful shoots into the air.

But now the panting pirates got their new foresail hoisted with a joyful

shout: it drew, the schooner gathered way, and their furious consort

close on the _Agra's_ heels just then scourged her deck with grape.

"Port!" said Dodd, calmly.

"Port it is."

The giant prow darted at the escaping pirate. That acre of coming canvas

took the wind out of the swift schooner's foresail; it flapped: oh, then

she was doomed! . . . CRASH! the Indiaman's cut-water in thick smoke beat

in the schooner's broadside: down went her masts to leeward like

fishing-rods whipping the water; there was a horrible shrieking yell;

wild forms leaped off on the _Agra_, and were hacked to pieces almost ere

they reached the deck--a surge, a chasm in the ear, filled with an

instant rush of engulfing waves, a long, awful, grating, grinding noise,

never to be forgotten in this world, all along under the ship's keel--and

the fearful majestic monster passed on over the blank she had made, with

a pale crew standing silent and awestruck on her deck; a cluster of wild

heads and staring eyeballs bobbing like corks in her foaming wake, sole

relic of the blotted-out _Destroyer_; and a wounded man staggering on the

gangway, with hands uplifted and staring eyes.

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