James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and AfloatKingston, William Henry Giles
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James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and Afloat
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction
The clouds grew thicker and thicker till they got as black as ink. The
sea became of a dark leaden hue, and the swell increased in height, so
that when we sank down into the intermediate valley, we could not see
from the deck beyond the watery heights on either side of us.
"Ah, the skipper is right; we shall have it before long, hot and
furious."
This remark, made by Benjie Stubbs, followed the captain's order to send
down all our lighter spars, and to make everything secure on deck, as
well as below. The ship was scarcely made snug before the tempest broke
on us. The high, smooth rollers were now torn and wrenched asunder as
it were, their summits wreathed with masses of foam, which curled over
as they advanced against the wind, and breaking into fragments, blew off
in masses of snowy whiteness to leeward. I scarcely thought that a
fabric formed by human hands could have sustained the rude shocks we
encountered till the ship was got on her course, and we were able to
scud before the gale. Often the sea rose up like a dead wall, and
seemed as if it must fall over our deck and send us to the bottom. The
scene was trying in the daytime, but still more so when darkness covered
the face of the deep, and it needed confidence in the qualities of our
ship, and yet greater in God's protecting power, not to feel overcome
with dread. There was a grandeur in the spectacle which kept me on
deck, and it was not till after the steward had frequently summoned me
to supper that I could tear myself from it. Curious was the change to
the well-lighted, handsome cabin, with the supper things securely placed
between fiddles and puddings [Note 1.] on the swing table. The first
mate had charge of the deck. Stubbs was busily employed fortifying his
nerves. "You now know, Pusser, what a gale off the Cape is," he
observed, looking up with his mouth half full of beef and biscuit.
"Yes, indeed," said I. "Fine weather, too, for your friend the
_Dutchman_ to be cruising."
"Ay, and likely enough we shall see him, too," he answered. "It was
just such a night as this, some five years back, that we fell in with
him off here; and our consort, as sound a ship as ever left the Thames,
with all hands, was lost. It's my belief that he put a boat aboard her
by one of his tricks." I saw Captain Hassall and Irby exchange glances.
Stubbs was getting on his favourite subject.
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