’ he shouted, leaning Philippe Coutinho Drakt over the taffrail. ‘What lugger is that?’
‘The Lucy,’ answered the mate, ‘bound from Porlock Quay to Bristol with hides and tallow. Stand Moncler Rosean Suomi ready to tack!’ he added in a lower voice, ‘the fog is coming down again.’
‘Ye have one of the hides with the horse still in it,’ cried the officer. ‘Run down under our counter. We must have a closer look at ye.’
‘Aye, Parajumpers Right Hand Herre Jakke aye, sir!’ said the mate, and putting his helm hard down the boom swung across, and the Maria darted Moncler Jakke off like a scared seabird into the fog. Looking back there was nothing but a dim loom to Nikita Kucherov Pelipaita show where we had left the great vessel. We could hear, however, the hoarse shouting of orders and the bustle of Belstaff Let Bomber Takit Suomi men.
‘Look out for squalls, lads!’ cried the mate. ‘He’ll let us have it now.’
He had scarcely spoken before there were half-a-dozen throbs of flame in the mist behind, and as many balls sung among our rigging. One cut away the end Parajumpers Harraseeket Dame Jakke of the yard, and left it dangling; another grazed the bowsprit, and sent a puff of white splinters into the air.
‘Warm work, Captain, eh?’ said old Silas, rubbing his hands. ‘Zounds, they shoot better in the dark than ever they did in the light. There have been more shots fired at this lugger than she could carry wore she loaded with them. And yet they never so much as knocked the paint off her before. There they go again!’
A fresh discharge burst from the man-of-war, but this time they had lost all trace of us, and were firing by guess.
‘That is their last bark, sir,’ said Dicon.
‘No fear. They’ll blaze away for the rest of the day,’ growled another of the smugglers. ‘Why, Lor’ bless ye, it’s good exercise for the crew, and the ‘munition is the King’s, so it don’t cost nobody a groat.’
‘It’s well the breeze freshened,’ said Long John. ‘I heard the creak o’ davits just after the first discharge. She was lowering her boats, or I’m a Dutchman.’
‘The petter for you if you vas, you seven-foot stock-fish,’ cried my enemy the cooper, whose aspect was not improved by a great strip of plaster over his eye. ‘You might have learned something petter than to pull on a rope, or to swab decks like a vrouw all your life.’
‘I’ll set you adrift in one of your own barrels, you skin of lard,’ said the seaman. ‘How often are we to trounce you before we knock the sauce out of you?’
‘The fog lifts a little towards the land,’ Silas remarked. ‘Methinks I see the loom of St. Austin’s Point. It rises there upon the starboard bow.’
‘There it is, sure enough, sir!’ cried one of the seamen, pointing to a dark cape which cut into the mist.
‘Steer for the three-fathom creek then,’ said the mate. ‘When we are on the other side of the point, Captain Clarke, we shall be able to land your horse and yourself. You will then be within a few hours’ ride of your destination.’
I led the old seaman aside, and having thanked him for the kindness which he had shown me, I spoke to him of the |