List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of IncidentRussell, William Clark
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List, Ye Landsmen! A Romance of Incident
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century; Sea stories
The liquor was brought, we chinked glasses, and down went the doses, to
the benefit of _one_ of us certainly; for I had not liked his talk of my
looking like a dead man, and his fancies of the Phantom Ship with her
crawlings of fire and cheese-like faces overhanging the side. Jack, if
you are reading this, bear with me. I was a sailor, and, as a sailor,
_you_ will know that I would not relish such talk at such a time.
On a sudden the wind slightly freshened, with a melancholy cry, across
the white water, and, as if by magic, the sea ahead opened black, with a
few stars hovering over it. Some minutes later, the northern edge of the
milky surface came streaming to our bows, and swept past us as though
’twas the edge of a mighty white sheet dragged by giant hands down in
the south over the surface of the ocean. I watched the marvelous
appearance receding astern, the sky unveiling its stars as the whiteness
dimmed away, till it was pure nature once again, the heavens shining,
the swell coming into the ocean with its long and lazy lift of the brig,
the pleasant hiss of foam under her bow, and a little dance of jewels in
the furrow astern.
It was my watch below, and I went to my cabin.
CHAPTER XVI.
GREAVES’ ISLAND.
I pulled off my coat and lay down. Eleven o’clock was struck on deck
before I closed my eyes. I was much excited. The prospect of the dawn
disclosing the island kept me restless. Was there an island in this part
of these seas for the dawn to disclose? and, if an island existed, would
there be a cave in it, and would that cave contain a large Spanish ship,
with five hundred and fifty thousand dollars stowed away in cases in her
lazarette?
I reviewed Greaves’ behavior. He had been cool, I thought, seeing that
this was the eve of the day that was to bring us off the island and put
the dollars within reach of our oars. He had joked at the overwhelming
apparition of the white water; he had talked of worms and fallen stars;
he had treated a magnificent phenomenon without reverence; and, in one
way or another, he had acted as though to-morrow were to be charged with
no more than what to-day had held. These and the like reflections kept
me awake. Shortly after six bells had been struck I fell asleep.
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