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Title: A Pirate of the Caribbees

Author: Harry Collingwood

Illustrator: C.J. de Lacy

Release Date: April 13, 2007 [EBook #21073]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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A Pirate of the Caribbees

By Harry Collingwood
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A very well-written book about the efforts of a young officer,
Courtenay, to bring to book a wicked pirate, Morillo. It all seems very
likely and believable, despite the usual ration of shipwrecks, captures,
hurricanes, founderings, and so forth.

Makes a very good audiobook. NH.

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A PIRATE OF THE CARIBBEES

BY HARRY COLLINGWOOD

CHAPTER ONE.

A FRIGATE FIGHT IN MID-ATLANTIC.

"Eight bells, there, sleepers; d'ye hear the news?--Rouse and bitt, my
hearties! Show a leg! Eight bells, Courtenay! and Keene says he will
be much obliged if you will relieve him as soon as possible!"

These words, delivered in a tone of voice that was a curious alternation
of a high treble with a preternaturally deep bass--due to the fact that
the speaker's voice was "breaking"--and accompanied by the reckless
banging of a tin pannikin upon the deal table that adorned the
midshipmen's berth of H.M. frigate _Althea_, instantly awoke me to the
disagreeable consciousness that my watch below had come to an end,
especially as the concluding portion of the harangue was addressed to me
personally, and accompanied by a most uncompromising thump upon the side
of my hammock. So I surlily growled an answer--

"All right, young 'un; there's no occasion to make all that hideous row!
Just see if you can make yourself useful by finding Black Peter, will
you, and telling him to brew some coffee."

The lad was turning away to do my bidding when a pattering of naked feet
became audible as their owner approached, while a husky voice
ejaculated--

"Who's dat axin' for Brack Petah? Was it you, Mistah Courtenay?" And
a