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Updated: May 13, 2025
"All right," said Mr Treenail "help him out of his berth." He was pinioned like the rest, and forthwith we walked them all off to the beach. By this time there was an unusual bustle in the Holy Ground, and we could hear many an anathema, curses, not loud but deep, ejaculated from many a half opened door as we passed along.
Before he could answer, a shot from the brig fired at the privateer showed she was broad awake. Next moment Captain Deadeye hailed. "Have you mastered the prize crew, Mr Treenail?" "Aye, aye, sir."
"All secured in the forecastle, except the second mate and boatswain, the men who hailed you just now; the last was knocked on the head, and the former was stabbed and thrown overboard." We immediately released the men, eighteen in number, and armed them with boarding pikes. "What vessel is that astern of us?" said Treenail to the mate.
Before I entered, Mr Treenail took me to one side "Tom, Tom Cringle, you must go into this crimp shop; pass yourself off for an apprentice of the Guava, bound for Trinidad, the ship that arrived just as we started, and pick up all the knowledge you can regarding the whereabouts of the men, for we are, as you know, cruelly ill manned, and must replenish as we best may."
I made no scruples, but forthwith arrayed myself in the slops contained in the bundle; in a pair of shag trousers, red flannel shirt, coarse blue cloth jacket, and no waistcoat. "Now," said Mr. Treenail, "stick a quid of tobacco in your cheek, and take the cockade out of your hat; or stop, leave it, and ship this striped woollen night cap so and come along with me."
Dem shoot him troo de head! Oh, Lad!" Captain Deadeye had come on deck. "You John Crow, what is wrong with you?" "Why, de Purser killed, Captain, dat all." "Purser killed? Doctor, is Saveall hurt?" Treenail could stand it no longer.
It's no door o'mine and it's not opening that same, that old Phil Carrol shall busy himself wid." "Carline," said Mr Treenail, quick and sharp, "remove the body." It was done. "Cruel heavy the old dame is, sir, for all her wasted appearance," said one of the men.
The ship at length came to the wind we rounded to, under her lee and an armed boat, with Mr Treenail, and myself, and sixteen men, with cutlasses, were sent on board. We jumped on deck, and at the gangway, Mr Treenail stumbled, and fell over the dead body of a man, no doubt the one who had hailed last, with his scull cloven to the eyes, and a broken cutlass blade sticking in the gash.
At length, after Treenail had taken a glass or two of wine, the agent started him off to the admiral's pen in his own gig, and I was desired to stay where I was until he returned. The whole party seemed very happy, my boon ally was fun itself, and I was much entertained with the mess he made when any of the foreigners at table addressed him in French or Spanish.
Treenail took me to one side "Tom, Tom Cringle, you must go into this crimp-shop; pass yourself off for an apprentice of the Guava, bound for Trinidad, the ship that arrived just as we started, and pick up all the knowledge you can regarding the whereabouts of the men, for we are, as you know, cruelly ill manned, and must replenish as we best may."
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