Sunday, August 13, 2006
Until it fired on us.
That's right. I was reading my book when the air was ripped with the bass boom of cannon fire. Recalling the sound as a familiar one from my previous life as a swashbuckler, I looked up suddenly, curious to see smoke emitting from the ship's side. Then, even move curious, I noted two more gun ports being opened and guns being run out, only to be fired seconds later. Now, this cannot be confirmed, but I suspect they were not actually shooting cannonballs, but merely "dry-firing" as they say. All told though, it had an humorously unsettling effect that simply added to the afternoon's color.
Grouper fingers and a beer were had for dinner at a local beachside cafe and I wrapped up my excursion. I believe I shall make a habit of this.
"...and coming within Gun-Shot of the Pyrate, received his Fire."
"...Black-beard hailed him in this rude Manner: 'Damn you for Villains, who are you? And, from whence came you?'
"The Lieutenant made him Answer, 'You may see by our Colours we are no Pyrates.'
"Black-beard bid him send his Boat on board, that he might see who he was; but Mr. Maynard reply'd thus: 'I cannot spare my Boat, but I will come aboard of you as soon as I can, with my Sloop.'
"Upon this, Black-beard took a Glass of Liquor, and drank to him with these Words: 'Damnation seize my Soul if I give you Quarters, or take any from you.'
"In Answer to which, Mr. Maynard told him, that he expected no Quarters from him, nor should he give him any."
--Daniel Defoe, A General History of the Pyrates