Captain Image yapped out his commands to the third mate and a
quartermaster in the wheelhouse in tones that supplied many missing
adjectives:
"... Starboard your helm. Starboard. Hard-a-starboard, you bung-eyed
son of perdition--stop her. Crumbs! but we sliced off a thumping big
chunk of Africa there, and broke half the tumblers in the steward's
pantry by the sound of it. I bet something big it's another case of
going home on what's left of the double bottom, and Old Horny to pay in
Water Street, Liverpool. Give her full ahead now, and steady your
helm, quartermaster. My holy whiskers, who wouldn't sell a farm and go
to sea? Starboard your helm, six points. There, steady on that. Half
speed the engines." And so on over and over again for every hour since
the sun rose to blister the swamps, and call forth the full volume of
their earth and crushed-marigold smell.
There is a proverb bandied about amongst the sons of men which states
that the unknown has always its charm, and harassed shipmasters often
wonder why it is not publicly contradicted in Norie's Epitome of
Navigation. Carter either forgot or never realized this, and
furthermore made the fatal blunder of going up onto the sacred upper
bridge without direct invitation.
For half an hour he had stood there silent, and unspoken to, listening
to Captain Image's tirade against the creeks that led to Mokki, and
then catching for a moment the mariner's eye, ventured on an
observation. He suggested that at any rate Captain Image would have
the amusement of feeling that he was an explorer; and there was the
opportunity the peppery Welshman really needed.
He had not been able to say what he wished to Miss Kate O'Neill, for
many reasons; but here was her whipping-boy; and on him Captain Image
turned loose one of the most powerful vocabularies that has ever been
carried up and down the West African seaboard. He neglected both
quartermaster and third mate--and these two experts, being only too
glad of the breathing space, kept the _M'poso_ accurately out of the
mangroves, whilst their commander gave an undivided attention to the
very highly qualified passenger who had dared to sully the unblemished
deck plants of the upper bridge.
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