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Among these, the doctor and myself were included; though\r\nthe former stepped forward, and boldly pleaded the office held by him\r\nwhen the vessel left Sydney. The mate also—who had always been\r\nfriendly—stated the service rendered by myself two nights previous, as\r\nwell as my conduct when he announced his intention to enter the\r\nharbour. For myself, I stoutly maintained that, according to the tenor\r\nof the agreement made with Captain Guy, my time aboard the ship had\r\nexpired—the cruise being virtually at an end, however it had been\r\nbrought about—and I claimed my discharge.\r\n\r\nBut Wilson would hear nothing. Marking something in my manner,\r\nnevertheless, he asked my name and country; and then observed with a\r\nsneer, “Ah, you are the lad, I see, that wrote the Round Robin; I’ll\r\ntake good care of you, my fine fellow—step back, sir.”\r\n\r\nAs for poor Long Ghost, he denounced him as a “Sydney Flash-Gorger”;\r\nthough what under heaven he meant by that euphonious title is more than\r\nI can tell. Upon this, the doctor gave him such a piece of his mind\r\nthat the consul furiously commanded him to hold his peace, or he would\r\ninstantly have him seized into the rigging and flogged. There was no\r\nhelp for either of us—we were judged by the company we kept.\r\n\r\nAll were now sent forward; not a word being said as to what he intended\r\ndoing with us.\r\n\r\nAfter a talk with the mate, the consul withdrew, going aboard the\r\nFrench frigate, which lay within a cable’s length. We now suspected his\r\nobject; and since matters had come to this pass, were rejoiced at it.\r\nIn a day or two the Frenchman was to sail for Valparaiso, the usual\r\nplace of rendezvous for the English squadron in the Pacific; and\r\ndoubtless, Wilson meant to put us on board, and send us thither to be\r\ndelivered up. Should our conjecture prove correct, all we had to\r\nexpect, according to our most experienced shipmates, was the fag end of\r\na cruise in one of her majesty’s ships, and a discharge before long at\r\nPortsmouth.\r\n\r\nWe now proceeded to put on all the clothes we could—frock over frock,\r\nand trousers over trousers—so as to be in readiness for removal at a\r\nmoment’s warning. Armed ships allow nothing superfluous to litter up\r\nthe deck; and therefore, should we go aboard the frigate, our chests\r\nand their contents would have to be left behind.\r\n\r\nIn an hour’s time, the first cutter of the Reine Blanche came\r\nalongside, manned by eighteen or twenty sailors, armed with cutlasses\r\nand boarding pistols—the officers, of course, wearing their side-arms,\r\nand the consul in an official cocked hat borrowed for the occasion. The\r\nboat was painted a “pirate black,” its crew were a dark, grim-looking\r\nset, and the officers uncommonly fierce-looking little Frenchmen. On\r\nthe whole they were calculated to intimidate—the consul’s object,\r\ndoubtless, in bringing them.\r\n\r\nSummoned aft again, everyone’s name was called separately; and being\r\nsolemnly reminded that it was his last chance to escape punishment, was\r\nasked if he still refused duty. The response was instantaneous: “Ay,\r\nsir, I do.” In some cases followed up by divers explanatory\r\nobservations, cut short by Wilson’s ordering the delinquent to the\r\ncutter. As a general thing, the order was promptly obeyed—some taking a\r\nsequence of hops, skips, and jumps, by way of showing not only their\r\nunimpaired activity of body, but their alacrity in complying with all\r\nreasonable requests.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJHQ7NGMBY907R6DK1CHJ","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKW69QQQKAK1B3W2K3SPA","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKWQZ9G3VAQA97Y264ENQ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:19.199Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:26.286Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}