“But what do I do with her, Sir?” bleats the obviously overmatched Bo’sun, as he endures a torrent of blows and curses from the struggling form he holds.
 
           “Throw her overboard, that’s what you do!” roars Captain Rutherford, outraged at this unlooked-for chaos on his holy quarterdeck. “And pull up the gangway!”
 
           Clarissa shrieks as she is tossed over the rail, a shriek that is cut short as she hits the water.
 
           If the sound of the splash as Clarissa Worthington Howe enters the chill waters of Boston Harbor gave the Captain any cheer, that cheer would have been quickly dampened by the grim sight of Chrissy, Rose, Hermione, and Minerva, who had wrested themselves from their parents’ joyous embraces to string their bows at Katy Deere’s command of “Dianas! To me!” and now followed her up the not-yet-pulled gangway, arrows nocked and looking for targets.
 
           I can see Katy’s eyes narrow as she sizes up the situation and pulls back and lets fly her arrow, which wings across the quarterdeck and thuds into the chest of the marine at my right hand. I expect him to drop my arm and fall to the deck, but he does not, for Katy’s aim was true, too true—it hit him directly in the middle of his chest where his two white leather belts cross on his breastbone. I doubt the arrow, which had a crude nail as an arrowhead, even pierced his skin. Even so, he stares down at the arrow in horror. I try to jerk free again, but his grip is still strong in spite of his amazement at the thing sticking out of his chest.
 
           Chrissy King pulls and aims and lets fly at Captain Rutherford’s neck, but her father, charging up the gangway, shouting,“Christina! Whatever are you doing?”manages to jostle her enough to spoil her aim, and her arrow buries itself in the mast a scant few inches from the Captain’s outraged face. I know that this is a man who has faced murderous cannon fire, cruel clouds of flying splinters, and the peppering of bullets from enemy sharpshooters, but I know also that he has faced nothing like this.
 
           “Cut the gangway!” he screams, and two men run up with knives and cut the ropes, sacrificing theJuno’s gangway to the riot. The gangway crashes down to the water, spilling the rest of the Dianas into the harbor and preventing any more arrows from being loosed in the direction of theJuno.Chrissy’s father, Mr. King, also joins his daughter and her friends in the muddy water.
 
           Pandemonium rules on the dock. The rest of my Sisters, denied access to the ship, grab fruit and other things from the vendors on the wharf and wing them toward the officers on the deck of theJuno,often with great effect. But not, however, on my two restraining marines, who continue to hold me in an iron grip. I try stomping on their feet, but though they grunt, they do not let go.
 
           “Arrest them!” shouts the Captain, rushing to the rail and shaking his fist at the crowd. “You, there! Constable! Do your duty,” he orders the confused Constable Wiggins, “or, by God, I’ll blockade this godforsaken harbor and starve you all to death!” The Captain then takes a well-thrown fish to his face and staggers back, his great dignity gone, and he is reduced to wiping the fish slime out of his eye and cursing the fact he ever picked up this pack of goddamned Amazons from the middle of the goddamned ocean.
 
           I see Wiggins furrow his brow over his piggy little eyes, and I know he is thinking:The female in question, that Jacky Faber: bad. Authority in the person of the British Captain: good.He nods, then blows his whistle, and he and his henchmen wade into the crowd, swinging their rods.
 
           “Get her below!” yells Captain Rutherford. “Put her in the brig! And keep watch on her.Yeow!Damn!” He ducks as another arrow whizzes by his head. It appears that not all of the Dianas went down with the gangway.
 
           I had seen Jaimy try to struggle up the gangway.Oh, Jaimy! Don’t! It won’t work! Go back!But with the crush of girls and parents, he could not gain the quarterdeck, and now with the gangway fallen, there is no hope of him boarding.Could I not have spoken to him, embraced him, been with him, if even for a moment? Oh, why am I denied even that?I slump down, defeated, in the hands of my captors, who begin to drag me to a hatchway.
 
           As I am pulled back from the rail, I lose sight of the people on the wharf, but I can see fish and vegetables and various animal parts continue to rain down on the formerly spotless deck, and I can hear the howls of rage and the curses that continue unabated from the crowd. A bucket arcs through the air and hits the deck, spilling bloody chicken heads across the booted toes of the still-lined-up officers. And above it all, there’s Wiggins, sounding like an enraged bull as he bellows orders to his men, who attempt to control the mob.
 
           One of the marines kicks open the hatch, and I am shoved toward the hole, but then I hear:“Release her or I’ll kill you where you stand!”
 
           I snap my head around and see that Jaimy has managed to get on deck and is facing Captain Rutherford. He must have crawled up Two Line, just like when he was a ship’s boy, and now he’s red in the face with fury and he is drawing his sword.No, Jaimy, don’t. There’s too many of them!
 
           Captain Rutherford puffs up, his face as angry and red as Jaimy’s, as he pulls his own sword and roars, “A boy dares come aboard my ship, dressed in the uniform of my service, and addresses me thus? I fear it shall be you, Sir, who is killed, not me!” I see him nod at officers who stand behind Jaimy, but Jaimy does not. A large man pins Jaimy’s arms to his sides before he can get his sword even halfway out of its scabbard.
 
           Jaimy sputters in helpless rage, “God damn you to Hell! Get them off me! Stand and fight me like a man!”

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Excerpted from Mississippi Jack: Being an Account of the Further Waterborne Adventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman, Fine Lady, and Lily of the West by Louis A. Meyer
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