Crown and Anchor: Under the Pen'antHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Crown and Anchor: Under the Pen'ant
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"There would be no difficulty about that," interposed Mr Stormcock;
"you could tell him the commander gave it to you, for you said just now
he was the cause of all the row, you know."
This made us both laugh, and dinner being now ready, Ned Anstruther and
I went into the gunroom together as soon as I had completed my
interrupted toilet.
Here, sitting side by side, the best of friends, and enjoying our pea
soup, no one looking at us not in the secret would have readily imagined
that any such "little unpleasantness," as I have described had just
occurred between us two; though, I am happy to be able to state, this
was our first and last quarrel, Ned and I remaining the closest chums
ever after and never subsequently having even a word squabble.
During the afternoon, the wind veered to the north-west, blowing
stronger after the sun passed the meridian and increasing hourly so much
in force that, at Four Bells, we hauled down the jib and close-reefed
the spanker, the mizzen topsail being also taken in at the same time.
There was every indication of our having a gale, the barometer having
fallen considerably since the morning; while the sea got up more and
more and the horizon ahead became banked with a mass of blue-black
clouds as dark as night, patches of lighter vapour also scudding rapidly
across the sky.
At Six Bells things began to look serious, the wind now shrieking as it
tore through the rigging and the heavy rolling waves to break inboard,
washing the decks fore and aft; so, the hands were turned up to furl the
mainsail and take in the spanker.
This relieved the ship somewhat; but, as she still laboured very much,
the topsails were close-reefed and a reef taken in the foresail, the men
being almost blown off the yards when aloft while doing this and having
hard work to get down safely on deck again when the job was done, the
force of the gale being such that they were flattened against the
rigging and had to hold on "by the skin of their teeth," as sailor folk
say.
Even this amount of canvas, however, reduced though it was, presently
proved too much for her; and the commander therefore gave the order to
furl the foresail and haul down the foretopmast staysail, a storm
staysail being set on the forestay to keep the vessel under steerage way
as she tore through the tempest-tossed water like a maddened thing,
rolling her gunwales under and pitching sometimes to that extent that
she seemed about to dive into the deep never to rise again.
There were four men at the wheel; and yet, with all their exertion, it
was impossible to preserve a straight course, for the ship yawed from
side to side, as if seeking to escape the following seas that raced
after her, rearing their threatening crests right over the taffrail.
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