The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" Galley

by William Henry Giles Kingston

The first lieutenant seemed to have arrived at the same conclusion. “Pull ahead, lads!” he cried out; and the men again gave way, the pinnace dashing up on the quarter, and the other two boats on either side.

As they approached the stranger opened her broadsides, and firelocks and swivels were discharged at them; but they were already so close that the shot flew over their heads, and the next instant the British seamen were scrambling up the sides of the stranger, in spite of the opposition offered them from pikes, firelocks, and pistols. As they threw themselves over the bulwarks, they encountered a savage-looking crew, of whose character there could be no doubt; but, savage as they appeared, the cutlasses of the hardy tars quickly played havoc among them. Some were cut down; others fled to the waist, and leaped below; and several, in desperation, threw themselves overboard. Within a minute the greater part of the deck was in possession of the Champion’s crew, a small number of pirates alone standing at bay around the mainmast.

“We ask for quarter, and if you give it we will lay down our arms and save further bloodshed,” exclaimed one of the party, who appeared to be an officer.

“We give you the quarter you ask, and your lives will be safe till you are brought to a fair trial,” answered Mr Tarwig, “but I will not promise you any other terms.”

The man consulted with his companions. It was evident that all further resistance would be hopeless, as already the Champion’s people were in possession of the forecastle and aftermost guns, and could in an instant turn them on the pirates, whom they, besides, considerably outnumbered.

“We trust to your honour and give in, sir,” said the former speaker.

“I repeat what I have before said—your lives shall be spared,” answered Mr Tarwig.

On which the pirates threw their arms on the deck. They were forthwith pinioned by the victors, and those who had escaped below were brought up and treated in the same manner.

Gerald had remarked the countenance of the man who acted as spokesman for the pirates, and was much struck by it. Could he be O’Harrall? The man, though he had at first stood forward, now tried to conceal himself among his companions. Gerald, on getting closer to him, felt sure that, if not O’Harrall, he was the very man whom he had before mistaken for him, who had been pressed on board the Champion and afterwards made his escape from her. This, if he was right, would account for his wish to conceal himself as much as possible from the Champion’s officers and people, who could scarcely fail, however, to recognise him.

Gerald’s attention and that of most of the party was, however, taken up with other matters. The appearance of the ship showed that she had been engaged in a hard-fought action. Her masts and rigging were considerably cut about, though none of her spars appeared to be severely damaged. Her bulwarks in two or three places were knocked in, and there were several shot-holes in her sides, which had been hastily plugged. Splashes of blood here and there on the deck showed that several of the hapless crew had been killed or wounded while defending their ship. The pirates had already obliterated the name on her stern. Why they had done this it was difficult to say, except perhaps, for prudence’ sake, it was their custom immediately on capturing a vessel.