The starboard watch had been relieved shortly before this, but Mr Saunders remained up, as indeed had most of us since the previous afternoon; while Captain Gillespie, indeed, never left the deck once since the first suspicion of the typhoon.
He now yawned, however, the long strain and fatigue beginning to tell on him.
“I think I’ll go below,” he said; and, turning to Mr Mackay, all amiable again, especially at having carried his point of “carrying on” successfully in spite of the first mate’s caution, he remarked with a sniff, “You see, Mackay, we’ve gone on all right and met no dangers, and it’ll puzzle those blessed pirates, if they’re yet in the land of the living, to find us at daybreak!”
Just as he uttered these words, however, there was a tremendous shock forwards that threw us all off our feet, succeeded by a peculiar grating feeling under the ship’s keel, after which, her heaving and rolling ceased as if she had suddenly sailed from amidst the waves into the calm water of some sheltered harbour. A second shock followed soon, but not so violent as the first; and then, all motion ceased.
“By Jingo, she’s aground!” snorted out “Old Jock,” scrambling to his feet by the assistance of Mr Saunders’ outstretched hand. “Where on earth can we’ve got to? there’s no land here.”
Mr Mackay said nothing, although he had his suspicions, which indeed had led in the original instance to his remonstrance against the captain’s allowing the ship to rush on madly in the dark; but, presently, as the light of morning illumined the eastern sky and we were able to see the ship’s position, a sudden cry of alarm and recognition burst from both—
“The Pratas shoal!”
This was their joint exclamation; and, on the sun rising a little later on, when the whole scene and all our surroundings could be better observed, the wonder was that the Silver Queen was not in pieces and every soul on board her drowned!
To explain our miraculous escape, I may mention that this shoal, which Captain Gillespie and Mr Mackay so quickly named beyond question, was a circular coral reef almost in the centre of the China Sea, and about a hundred and thirty miles distant from Hongkong, absolutely in the very highway of vessels trading east and west.
Breakers encircled it, showing their white crests on every side, the sharp points of the coral composing the reef almost coming to the surface of the water, while at some spots it was raised above it. In these latter places it was covered with rank grass, exhibiting incipient signs of vegetation; and, within the reef, inclosed by a lagoon some three miles wide that went completely round it, lay a small island, on which were several shrubs and a prominent tree on a slight elevation, which will in process of time become a hill, whereon stood also the remains of a pagoda, or Chinese temple, while pieces of wreck and bleached bones were scattered over the shores. Of course we did not notice all these things at first, but such was the result of our subsequent observations and investigations.