Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Short stories
accursed ship’s character. This was the case for answering ‘Ready now’
from your very death-bed if you wished to die in their good graces. And
that’s precisely what I did answer—by wire, to have it over and done
with at once.
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“The prospect of being shipmates with my big brother cheered me up
considerably, though it made me a bit anxious, too. Ever since I remember
myself as a little chap he had been very good to me, and I looked upon him
as the finest fellow in the world. And so he was. No better officer ever
walked the deck of a merchant ship. And that’s a fact. He was a fine,
strong, upstanding, sun-tanned, young fellow, with his brown hair curling
a little, and an eye like a hawk. He was just splendid. We hadn’t seen
each other for many years, and even this time, though he had been in
England three weeks already, he hadn’t showed up at home yet, but had
spent his spare time in Surrey somewhere making up to Maggie Colchester,
old Captain Colchester’s niece. Her father, a great friend of dad’s, was
in the sugar-broking business, and Charley made a sort of second home of
their house. I wondered what my big brother would think of me. There was a
sort of sternness about Charley’s face which never left it, not even when
he was larking in his rather wild fashion.
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“He received me with a great shout of laughter. He seemed to think my
joining as an officer the greatest joke in the world. There was a
difference of ten years between us, and I suppose he remembered me best in
pinafores. I was a kid of four when he first went to sea. It surprised me
to find how boisterous he could be.
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“‘Now we shall see what you are made of,’ he cried. And he held me off by
the shoulders, and punched my ribs, and hustled me into his berth. ‘Sit
down, Ned. I am glad of the chance of having you with me. I’ll put the
finishing touch to you, my young officer, providing you’re worth the
trouble. And, first of all, get it well into your head that we are not
going to let this brute kill anybody this voyage. We’ll stop her racket.’
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“I perceived he was in dead earnest about it. He talked grimly of the
ship, and how we must be careful and never allow this ugly beast to catch
us napping with any of her damned tricks.
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“He gave me a regular lecture on special seamanship for the use of the
Apse Family; then changing his tone, he began to talk at large, rattling
off the wildest, funniest nonsense, till my sides ached with laughing. I
could see very well he was a bit above himself with high spirits. It
couldn’t be because of my coming.
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