Near by was a shanty or cabin where they were selling spirits, and by and by Blackbeard went there with the New York captain, and presently they began drinking again. "Hi, Captain!" called one of the men, "Maynard"s out yonder in the inlet. Jack Bishop"s just come across from t"other side. He says Mr. Maynard hailed him and asked for a pilot to fetch him in."
"Well, here"s luck to him, and he can"t come in quick enough for me!"
cried out Blackbeard in his hoa.r.s.e, husky voice.
"Well, Captain," called a voice, "will ye fight him to-morrow?"
"Aye," shouted the pirate, "if he can get in to me, I"ll try to give "em what they seek, and all they want of it into the bargain. As for a pilot, I tell ye what "tis--if any man hereabouts goes out there to pilot that villain in "twill be the worst day"s work he ever did in all of his life. "Twon"t be fit for him to live in these parts of America if I am living here at the same time." There was a burst of laughter.
"Give us a toast, Captain! Give us something to drink to! Aye, Captain, a toast! A toast!" a half dozen voices were calling out at the same time.
"Well," cried out the pirate captain, "here"s to a good, hot fight to-morrow, and the best dog on top! "Twill be, Bang! bang!--this way!"
He began pulling a pistol out of his pocket, but it stuck in the lining, and he struggled and tugged at it. The men ducked and scrambled away from before him, and then the next moment he had the pistol out of his pocket. He swung it around and around. There was perfect silence. Suddenly there was a flash and a stunning report, and instantly a crash and tinkle of broken gla.s.s. One of the men cried out, and began picking and jerking at the back of his neck. "He"s broken that bottle all down my neck," he called out.
"That"s the way "twill be," said Blackbeard.
"Lookee," said the owner of the place, "I won"t serve out another drop if "tis going to be like that. If there"s any more trouble I"ll blow out the lantern."
The sound of the squeaking and sc.r.a.ping of the fiddle and the shouts and the scuffling feet still came from the shed where the dancing was going on.
"Suppose you get your dose to-morrow, Captain," some one called out, "what then?"
"Why, if I do," said Blackbeard, "I get it, and that"s all there is of it."
"Your wife "ll be a rich widdy then, won"t she?" cried one of the men; and there was a burst of laughter.
"Why," said the New York captain,--"why, has a--a b.l.o.o.d.y p-pirate like you a wife then--a--like any honest man?"
"She"ll be no richer than she is now," said Blackbeard.
"She knows where you"ve hid your money, anyways. Don"t she, Captain?"
called out a voice.
"The divil knows where I"ve hid my money," said Blackbeard, "and I know where I"ve hid it; and the longest liver of the twain will git it all. And that"s all there is of it."
The gray of early day was beginning to show in the east when Blackbeard and the New York captain came down to the landing together.
The New York captain swayed and toppled this way and that as he walked, now falling against Blackbeard, and now staggering away from him.
II
Early in the morning--perhaps eight o"clock--Lieutenant Maynard sent a boat from the schooner over to the settlement, which lay some four or five miles distant. A number of men stood lounging on the landing, watching the approach of the boat. The men rowed close up to the wharf, and there lay upon their oars, while the boatswain of the schooner, who was in command of the boat, stood up and asked if there was any man there who could pilot them over the shoals.
n.o.body answered, but all stared stupidly at him. After a while one of the men at last took his pipe out of his mouth. "There ben"t any pilot here, master," said he; "we ben"t pilots."
"Why, what a story you do tell!" roared the boatswain. "D"ye suppose I"ve never been down here before, not to know that every man about here knows the pa.s.ses of the shoals?"
The fellow still held his pipe in his hand. He looked at another one of the men. "Do you know the pa.s.ses in over the shoals, Jem?" said he.
The man to whom he spoke was a young fellow with long, s.h.a.ggy, sunburnt hair hanging over his eyes in an unkempt ma.s.s. He shook his head, grunting, "Na--I don"t know naught about t" shoals."
""Tis Lieutenant Maynard of His Majesty"s navy in command of them vessels out there," said the boatswain. "He"ll give any man five pound to pilot him in." The men on the wharf looked at one another, but still no one spoke, and the boatswain stood looking at them. He saw that they did not choose to answer him. "Why," he said, "I believe you"ve not got right wits--that"s what I believe is the matter with you. Pull me up to the landing, men, and I"ll go ash.o.r.e and see if I can find anybody that"s willing to make five pound for such a little bit of piloting as that."
After the boatswain had gone ash.o.r.e the loungers still stood on the wharf, looking down into the boat, and began talking to one another for the men below to hear them. "They"re coming in," said one, "to blow poor Blackbeard out of the water." "Aye," said another, "he"s so peaceable, too, he is; he"ll just lay still and let "em blow and blow, he will." "There"s a young fellow there," said another of the men; "he don"t look fit to die yet, he don"t. Why, I wouldn"t be in his place for a thousand pound." "I do suppose Blackbeard"s so afraid he don"t know how to see," said the first speaker.
At last one of the men in the boat spoke up. "Maybe he don"t know how to see," said he, "but maybe we"ll blow some daylight into him afore we get through with him."
Some more of the settlers had come out from the sh.o.r.e to the end of the wharf, and there was now quite a crowd gathering there, all looking at the men in the boat. "What do them Virginny "baccy-eaters do down here in Caroliny, anyway?" said one of the newcomers. "They"ve got no call to be down here in North Caroliny waters."
"Maybe you can keep us away from coming, and maybe you can"t," said a voice from the boat.
"Why," answered the man on the wharf, "we could keep you away easy enough, but you ben"t worth the trouble, and that"s the truth."
There was a heavy iron bolt lying near the edge of the landing. One of the men upon the wharf slyly thrust it out with the end of his foot.
It hung for a moment and then fell into the boat below with a crash.
"What d"ye mean by that?" roared the man in charge of the boat. "What d"ye mean, ye villains? D"ye mean to stave a hole in us?"
"Why," said the man who had pushed it, "you saw "twasn"t done a purpose, didn"t you?"
"Well, you try it again, and somebody "ll get hurt," said the man in the boat, showing the b.u.t.t end of his pistol.
The men on the wharf began laughing. Just then the boatswain came down from the settlement again, and out along the landing. The threatened turbulence quieted as he approached, and the crowd moved sullenly aside to let him pa.s.s. He did not bring any pilot with him, and he jumped down into the stern of the boat, saying, briefly, "Push off."
The crowd of loungers stood looking after them as they rowed away, and when the boat was some distance from the landing they burst out into a volley of derisive yells. "The villains!" said the boatswain, "they are all in league together. They wouldn"t even let me go up into the settlement to look for a pilot."
The lieutenant and his sailing master stood watching the boat as it approached. "Couldn"t you, then, get a pilot, Baldwin?" said Mr.
Maynard, as the boatswain scrambled aboard.
"No, I couldn"t, sir," said the man. "Either they"re all banded together, or else they"re all afraid of the villains. They wouldn"t even let me go up into the settlement to find one."
"Well, then," said Mr. Maynard, "we"ll make shift to work in as best we may by ourselves. "Twill be high tide against one o"clock. We"ll run in then with sail as far as we can, and then we"ll send you ahead with the boat to sound for a pa.s.s, and we"ll follow with the sweeps.
You know the waters pretty well, you say."
"They were saying ash.o.r.e that the villain hath forty men aboard," said the boatswain.[2]
[Footnote 2: The pirate captain had really only twenty-five men aboard of his sloop at the time of the battle.]
Lieutenant Maynard"s force consisted of thirty-five men in the schooner and twenty-five men in the sloop. He carried neither cannons nor carronades, and neither of his vessels was very well fitted for the purpose for which they were designed. The schooner, which he himself commanded, offered almost no protection to the crew. The rail was not more than a foot high in the waist, and the men on the deck were almost entirely exposed. The rail of the sloop was perhaps a little higher, but it, too, was hardly better adapted for fighting.
Indeed, the lieutenant depended more upon the moral force of official authority to overawe the pirates than upon any real force of arms or men. He never believed, until the very last moment, that the pirates would show any real fight. It is very possible that they might not have done so had they not thought that the lieutenant had actually no legal right supporting him in his attack upon them in North Carolina waters.
It was about noon when anchor was hoisted, and, with the schooner leading, both vessels ran slowly in before a light wind that had begun to blow toward midday. In each vessel a man stood in the bows, sounding continually with lead and line. As they slowly opened up the harbor within the inlet, they could see the pirate sloop lying about three miles away. There was a boat just putting off from it to the sh.o.r.e.
The lieutenant and his sailing master stood together on the roof of the cabin deckhouse. The sailing master held a gla.s.s to his eye. "She carries a long gun, sir," he said, "and four carronades. She"ll be hard to beat, sir, I do suppose, armed as we are with only light arms for close fighting."
The lieutenant laughed. "Why, Brookes," he said, "you seem to think forever of these men showing fight. You don"t know them as I know them. They have a deal of bl.u.s.ter and make a deal of noise, but when you seize them and hold them with a strong hand, there"s naught of fight left in them. "Tis like enough there "ll not be so much as a musket fired to-day. I"ve had to do with "em often enough before to know my gentlemen well by this time." Nor, as was said, was it until the very last that the lieutenant could be brought to believe that the pirates had any stomach for a fight.
The two vessels had reached perhaps within a mile of the pirate sloop before they found the water too shallow to venture any farther with the sail. It was then that the boat was lowered as the lieutenant had planned, and the boatswain went ahead to sound, the two vessels, with their sails still hoisted but empty of wind, pulling in after with sweeps.