Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 2.Russell, William Clark
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Heart of Oak: A Three-Stranded Yarn, vol. 2.
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
I heard him and made with what speed I might for the cabin, my face
bloodless and my heart beating as fast as a watch ticks. That brief
scene of conflict, like to one of those terrible mutinies I had read
of in sea tales, had been shocking to witness, on top as it was of our
helpless and awful situation, and all the anguish of expectation and
fear which had filled the past few days. I was sick and nearly fainted.
I sat down to catch my breath and press my temples. Before I found
strength to rise, Mrs. Burke descended, followed by her husband.
He seated himself at the table, upon which he lay his right arm and
buried his face in it. She coaxed him after a little into taking some
brandy, and then observing my state she got me to take a sip.
Meanwhile overhead I heard the crew busy with the long-boat; her keel
thundered as they ran her to the side for launching. Their movements
were full of feverish bustle; in truth they were working for life or
death; they meant to catch the ship and there remained but a very few
hours of daylight.
'Does your head pain you, Edward?'
'No,' he answered, and strained his hearing to catch what was passing
above.
'Will they let us know when they're ready to take us?' I cried.
'Take us!' the captain exclaimed, with a sudden anger in his whole
manner as he turned towards me. 'They may take you, but I stop here.'
'No, no, Miss Marie,' cried my poor old nurse, 'they must not take you
without me, and my place is by my husband's side wherever he is. Think
if they should miss the ship, which is more than likely: they'll be in
an open boat in this frozen ocean! Fancy being in an open boat in such
weather as that of the night before last! You would not live to see
to-morrow's dawn. And how should their going concern us? If they fall
in with the ship they'll report we are here and the vessel may return.
If they miss her they are in an exposed open boat, and we are in a dry,
comfortable hull, with a good warm cabin to sit in, and no worse off
than if all the crew were aboard. For what can they do? If the ship
comes, she'll come whether the crew are on board or not.'
'But are the three of us to be left alone?' I exclaimed.
'The dogs could have helped me,' muttered the captain. 'We blew
northwards yesterday and to-day we sighted a sail. They are villains to
steal my boat, the only remaining boat. But I am too few for them--I am
too few for them.' He clasped his hands upon the back of his head as
though he was in pain there.
Just then four or five seamen came tumbling down the companion-ladder:
one held a lighted lantern. This man exclaimed:
'Capt'n, the boat's alongside, and all's ready.'
'What are you doing down here?' thundered the captain.
'The victuals we want are in the lazarette,' answered the man. 'No good
lifting the main-hatch and overhauling the cargo when all we need's
handy here.'
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