"Because, in the first place, they transfer from the vessel to their own boat whatever they think worth taking, then they bind the crew hand and foot, they attach to every one's neck a four and twenty pound ball, a large hole is chopped in the vessel's bottom, and then they leave her.At the end of ten minutes the vessel begins to roll heavily and settle down.First one gun'l goes under, then the other.Then they lift and sink again, and both go under at once.All at once there's a noise like a cannon -- that's the air blowing up the deck.Soon the water rushes out of the scupper-holes like a whale spouting, the vessel gives a last groan, spins round and round, and disappears, forming a vast whirlpool in the ocean, and then all is over, so that in five minutes nothing but the eye of God can see the vessel where she lies at the bottom of the sea.Do you understand now," said the captain, "why no complaints are made to the government, and why the vessel never reaches port?"It is probable that if Gaetano had related this previous to proposing the expedition, Franz would have hesitated, but now that they had started, he thought it would be cowardly to draw back.He was one of those men who do not rashly court danger, but if danger presents itself, combat it with the most unalterable coolness.Calm and resolute, he treated any peril as he would an adversary in a duel, -- calculated its probable method of approach; retreated, if at all, as a point of strategy and not from cowardice; was quick to see an opening for attack, and won victory at a single thrust.
"Bah!" said he, "I have travelled through Sicily and Calabria -- I have sailed two months in the Archipelago, and yet I never saw even the shadow of a bandit or a pirate.""I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from your project," replied Gaetano, "but you questioned me, and Ihave answered; that's all."
"Yes, and your conversation is most interesting; and as Iwish to enjoy it as long as possible, steer for Monte Cristo."The wind blew strongly, the boat made six or seven knots an hour, and they were rapidly reaching the end of their voyage.As they drew near the island seemed to lift from the sea, and the air was so clear that they could already distinguish the rocks heaped on one another, like cannon balls in an arsenal, with green bushes and trees growing in the crevices.As for the sailors, although they appeared perfectly tranquil yet it was evident that they were on the alert, and that they carefully watched the glassy surface over which they were sailing, and on which a few fishing-boats, with their white sails, were alone visible.
They were within fifteen miles of Monte Cristo when the sun began to set behind Corsica, whose mountains appeared against the sky, showing their rugged peaks in bold relief;this mass of rock, like the giant Adamastor, rose dead ahead, a formidable barrier, and intercepting the light that gilded its massive peaks so that the voyagers were in shadow.Little by little the shadow rose higher and seemed to drive before it the last rays of the expiring day; at last the reflection rested on the summit of the mountain, where it paused an instant, like the fiery crest of a volcano, then gloom gradually covered the summit as it had covered the base, and the island now only appeared to be a gray mountain that grew continually darker; half an hour after, the night was quite dark.
Fortunately, the mariners were used to these latitudes, and knew every rock in the Tuscan Archipelago; for in the midst of this obscurity Franz was not without uneasiness --Corsica had long since disappeared, and Monte Cristo itself was invisible; but the sailors seemed, like the lynx, to see in the dark, and the pilot who steered did not evince the slightest hesitation.An hour had passed since the sun had set, when Franz fancied he saw, at a quarter of a mile to the left, a dark mass, but he could not precisely make out what it was, and fearing to excite the mirth of the sailors by mistaking a floating cloud for land, he remained silent;suddenly a great light appeared on the strand; land might resemble a cloud, but the fire was not a meteor."What is this light?" asked he.
"Hush!" said the captain; "it is a fire.""But you told me the island was uninhabited?""l said there were no fixed habitations on it, but I said also that it served sometimes as a harbor for smugglers.""And for pirates?"
"And for pirates," returned Gaetano, repeating Franz's words."It is for that reason I have given orders to pass the island, for, as you see, the fire is behind us.""But this fire?" continued Franz."It seems to me rather reassuring than otherwise; men who did not wish to be seen would not light a fire.""Oh, that goes for nothing," said Gaetano."If you can guess the position of the island in the darkness, you will see that the fire cannot be seen from the side or from Pianosa, but only from the sea.""You think, then, this fire indicates the presence of unpleasant neighbors?""That is what we must find out," returned Gaetano, fixing his eyes on this terrestrial star.
"How can you find out?"
"You shall see." Gaetano consulted with his companions, and after five minutes' discussion a manoeuvre was executed which caused the vessel to tack about, they returned the way they had come, and in a few minutes the fire disappeared, hidden by an elevation of the land.The pilot again changed the course of the boat, which rapidly approached the island, and was soon within fifty paces of it.Gaetano lowered the sail, and the boat came to rest.All this was done in silence, and from the moment that their course was changed not a word was spoken.
