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A dozen men risked drowning at this task while the others guarded the after cabin lest the pirates attempt a sally. These besieged rogues were given an interval in which to muster their force, organize a defense, and break into the magazine for muskets and powder and ball. Now Captain Wellsby was no dullard and he purposed to make short work of these vile pirates.
It was difficult to restrain the seamen from dealing them the death they deserved but Captain Wellsby was no sea-butcher and he hoped to turn them over to the colonial authorities to be hanged with due ceremony. The badly hurt were laid in the forecastle bunks where the ship's surgeon washed and bandaged them after he had cared for the injured men of his own crew.
And the cabin hatch will do for a deck. Spikes for thole-pins, and oars from the pinnace. Unlace the bonnet of the jib for a sail." "You are a proper sailorman, Joe. A voyage by starlight to an unknown coast. 'Tis highly romantic." They set to work without delay. Captain Wellsby had occupations of his own and no more than glanced at them in passing.
"But what did you do for subsistence?" broke in Captain Wellsby. "Food and water?" answered Joe. "Oh, we landed when the thirst plagued us too bad. And there was rain to fill a bight of the sail and a pannikin to save it in."
"A handsome clue, I call it, something to warm the cockles of your heart," grinned the sea urchin. "Aye, Jack, I should wager he wrote that down whilst he lay at anchor in Cherokee Inlet." "It seems shabby of us to keep the secret from Captain Wellsby, but there is an obligation on us " "To Bill Saxby and the old sea wolf," said Joe.
Captain Jonathan Wellsby smothered a groan and his stern mouth twitched as he said to his chief mate: "God's mercy on us! 'Tis none other than the bloody Edward Teach, that calls himself Blackbeard! My information was that he still cruised off the Spanish Main and refitted his ships in the Bay of Honduras." "The madman of the sea," said the stolid mate.
He solemnly tucked it away in a pocket, stammered his farewells, and went to join his uncle who waited in the yawl at the wharf. Once on board the Plymouth Adventure, they were swept into a bustle and confusion. Captain Jonathan Wellsby was in haste to catch a fair wind and make his offing before nightfall. His sailors ran to and fro, jumping at the word, active and cheery.
Rumor had it that he was able to enforce respect from Blackbeard and would stand none of his infernal nonsense. "In this autumn season we may catch a storm from the West Indies, Mr. Rackham," said Captain Wellsby. "The sea has a greasy look and this heavy ground swell is a portent." "The feel of it is in the air, shipmaster.
"Not so fast," quoth he, in a mood suddenly sobered. "Captain Wellsby includes no list of those in his party." "But, of course, one of them is sure to be Master Jack," she insisted. "I am a selfish man and a laggard officer of the Crown," he exclaimed with air of great self-reproach. "There are women in that company and wounded men, no doubt. We must take them clothing, horses, food, a surgeon."
"Not in the case of Blackbeard," snapped the Councilor, "because we know it would be violated as soon as this treacherous villain could safely return to his piracies." "Then Joe and I will enlist in the King George brigantine," cried Jack. "Captain Wellsby tells me she will sail for Virginia inside the week."
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