Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Thompson looked at the girl with astonishment, then desiring her to wait
where she was for a moment, descended into his cabin. After a short
delay he returned to the deck bearing in his hands a small box which he
handed to the bonne, saying, "Addel-ly! I knows you ladies are fond of
gold chains. I knows, too, that I have been rather too soapy with you,
but if you'll say you forgive me, as you knows I did it for the pretty
one's sake, I'll give you that."
Adèle walked aft and descended to the cabin, where she examined the
chain, which was of solid gold, and the one that Jerry had looted from
the pirate Seh-wang. After carefully weighing it in her hands, and
reflecting for a few moments, the bonne returned to the deck, and having
found out the patient Thompson, informed him "that it was verray good,
she vas content," and added in an undertone, "Je voudrais être trompée,
tous les jours à ce prix là!"
[Illustration: Decoration]
CHAPTER XXVII.
Those who have never been away from their native land, can hardly
imagine the intense excitement which prevailed on board the Stinger,
when the word was passed along the deck that the Start had been made.
"Land ho!" shouted the boys who had remained up to get the first glimpse
of the long-watched-for light. "Tumble out, chaps, and see the land."
Hearing this, the ordinary seamen and boys of the watch below turned out
and went on deck; while the older men of the crew, after vainly
pretending not to care, at last followed their example. Under other
circumstances the latter would have kept their beds until the time came
for them to go on duty, but the Start light was to them a proof that
they would shortly be free men again: and, leaving the snug shelter of
their hammocks, they crawled on deck, and after gazing at the bright
beam, fell to at discussion as eagerly as their more youthful shipmates.
"That ain't the Start light; it's the Shambles," growled an aged tar,
who, wrapped up to the eyes in a lammy frock, strongly resembled a polar
bear.
"I tell ye it's the Start," urged another speaker; "I was borned not far
off it, and I ought to know."
"You was borned?" contemptuously observed the old man who had first
spoken; "you, was borned? Well, I suppose every one has been borned as
well as you. But I say it's the Shambles, and I don't care a button who
says it isn't."
"There's the Portland light," cried another; and so they made out each
beacon as it came in view, and yarned away the time utterly regardless
of its being their watch below.
The "watch on deck" worked like lightning; and Tortle, who was on the
bridge with Cravan, observed they were as smart a crew as he had ever
commanded.
"Yes," sneered the first lieutenant, "they can move quick enough, the
lubbers, now they smell the land; they are not as smart as this in a
gale of wind."
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