peculiarities of temper when you deal with him. But with her you couldn&rsquo;t. She was unaccountable. If she wasn&rsquo;t mad, then she was the most evil-minded, underhand, savage brute that ever went afloat. I&rsquo;ve seen her run in a heavy gale beautifully for two days, and on the third broach to twice in the same afternoon. The first time she flung the helmsman clean over the wheel, but as she didn&rsquo;t quite manage to kill him she had another try about three hours afterwards. She swamped herself fore and aft, burst all the canvas we had set, scared all hands into a panic, and even frightened Mrs. Colchester down there in these beautiful stern cabins that she was so proud of. When we mustered the crew there was one man missing. Swept overboard, of course, without being either seen or heard, poor devil! and I only wonder more of us didn&rsquo;t go. </p> <p> &ldquo;Always something like that. Always. I heard an old mate tell Captain Colchester once that it had come to this with him, that he was afraid to open his mouth to give any sort of order. She was as much of a terror in harbour as at sea. You could never be certain what would hold her. On the slightest provocation she would start snapping ropes, cables, wire hawsers, like carrots. She was heavy, clumsy, unhandy&mdash;but that does not quite explain that power for mischief she had. You know, somehow, when I think of her I can&rsquo;t help remembering what we hear of incurable lunatics breaking loose now and then.&rdquo; </p> <p> He looked at me inquisitively. But, of course, I couldn&rsquo;t admit that a ship could be mad. </p> <p> &ldquo;In the ports where she was known,&rdquo; he went on,&rsquo; &ldquo;they dreaded the sight of her. She thought nothing of knocking away twenty feet or so of solid stone facing off a quay or wiping off the end of a wooden wharf. She must have lost miles of chain and hundreds of tons of anchors in her time. When she fell aboard some poor unoffending ship it was the very devil of a job to haul her off again. And she never got hurt herself&mdash;just a few scratches or so, perhaps. They had wanted to have her strong. And so she was. Strong enough to ram Polar ice with. And as she began so she went on. From the day she was launched she never let a year pass without murdering somebody. I think the owners got very worried about it. But they were a stiff-necked generation all these Apses; they wouldn&rsquo;t admit there could be anything wrong with the Apse Family. They wouldn&rsquo;t even change her name. &lsquo;Stuff and nonsense,&rsquo; as Mrs. Colchester used to say. They ought at least to have shut her up for life in some dry dock or other, away up the river, and never let her smell salt water again.