The Pirate of the Mediterranean | Page 9

welcome."
"You, signore, are the best judge of your own taste," answered the
Sicilian; "for my part, I am content to make an honest livelihood by
trading between my native city of Syracuse and yonder good port of
Valetta, where, please the holy saints, we shall drop our anchor in the
course of ten minutes."
"And anything else by which you may turn a colonna," muttered the
Greek.
The speronara continued in her course, and as she came off Fort
Ricasoli, the other person habited as a Greek, who had not hitherto
spoken, observed the four figures suspended on the southern bastion.
"Holy Virgin, what are those?" he exclaimed in Italian.
"Those, signore," answered the padrone, as the master of the speronara
was called, with particular emphasis, "are pirates."
"Pirates!" ejaculated the young man, while a shudder ran through his
frame.
"Si, signore, pirates," answered the padrone, with a significant look.
"They had a short life of it after they had committed the acts for which

they were condemned. They had reached Smyrna with their booty,
when they were captured by the British and brought back here."
"An awful lesson to others to be more careful how they manage
affairs," observed the principal Greek, laughing. "Now, I dare say, if
the truth was known, those fellows blundered terribly. It's always the
case when people get into the clutches of the law."
The other Greek shuddered and turned his head aside. "It is not a
pleasant sight," he observed.
"Oh! those English are terrible fellows for punishing those engaged in
any little transaction of that sort," said the padrone. "They are good
people, though."
"They are remarkably conceited," said the Greek, twirling his
moustache--"they believe that they can make the whole world obey
them; but it is time that we should look about us. Ah! steer near that
merchant-brig there, in the mouth of the harbour, I should like to have a
look at her that I might know her again."
The man at the helm put it so much to port, that the end of one of the
long tapering yards of the speronara nearly got foul of the Zodiac's
fore-yard.
"What the deuce are you lubbers about, that you cannot keep yourself
clear of your neighbours?" sung out Bowse's mate, from the main
rigging. "I'll teach you better manners if I catch you at sea, that's all."
"The Englishman seems angry," said the Greek, laughing. "That brig,
though, looks as if she had a valuable cargo on board. I must learn
more about her."
Conversation was now put a stop to, in consequence of the caution
necessary for steering into a thickly-crowded harbour, and the hurry of
bringing up.
She dropped her anchor among a number of similarly-rigged craft,

close inshore, where she lay exciting little or no observation, except
that a few boatmen saw her, and were calculating their prospects of
having to transport her passengers or merchandise to the landing-place.
As soon as her sails were stowed, which was speedily done, the
health-boat came alongside, and as it appeared she had come from
Sicily, pratique was immediately given her. She was next visited by the
custom-house boat. The officer, for some reason or other, seemed to
consider that there was something suspicious about her, for he
examined her papers very minutely, and read them over more than once,
but was at last obliged to pass them as correct. The vessel next
underwent a strict search, but nothing contraband was found on board
her, and at last he took his departure, even then casting back a look of
doubt at her, as if he was not thoroughly convinced that all was right.
During these proceedings the Greek sat in the after part of the vessel,
maintaining a perfect silence, while he played with the handle of a short
poniard which he wore in his sash.
"You appear to be suspected, my friend," he observed to the master, as
soon as the officers had gone.
"So it seems, signore," he answered. "The fact is, once upon a time, I
had a few bales of goods on board, which I contrived to land without
paying the duties, and I have ever since been watched as if I were a
smuggler."
"It was clumsy in you to be discovered," observed the Greek. "In the
present instance I might find it inconvenient."
A man in a small boat, who had been paddling quietly at a little
distance from the speronara, as soon as the government officials had
left her, darted alongside.
"Ah! Signor Sandro, welcome back to Malta," he exclaimed,
addressing the master of the little vessel. "I have not seen you here for a
long time."

"Not the less welcome I hope, Manuel," said the master.
"Few are who remember their friends and pay