Man Overboard!Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
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Man Overboard!
Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
Ghost stories; Sailors -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
It was about nine o'clock in the morning, I remember, for just
then the captain called to me to stand by the chronometer while
he took his fore observation. Captain Hackstaff wasn't one of
those old skippers who do everything themselves with a pocket
watch, and keep the key of the chronometer in their waistcoat
pocket, and won't tell the mate how far the dead reckoning is
out. He was rather the other way, and I was glad of it, for he
generally let me work the sights he took, and just ran his eye
over my figures afterwards. I am bound to say his eye was pretty
good, for he would pick out a mistake in a logarithm, or tell me
that I had worked the "Equation of Time" with the wrong sign,
before it seemed to me that he could have got as far as "half the
sum, minus the altitude." He was always right, too, and besides
he knew a lot about iron ships and local deviation, and adjusting
the compass, and all that sort of thing. I don't know how he came
to be in command of a fore-and-aft schooner. He never talked
about himself, and maybe he had just been mate on one of those
big steel square-riggers, and something had put him back. Perhaps
he had been captain, and had got his ship aground, through no
particular fault of his, and had to begin over again. Sometimes
he talked just like you and me, and sometimes he would speak more
like books do, or some of those Boston people I have heard. I
don't know. We have all been shipmates now and then with men who
have seen better days. Perhaps he had been in the Navy, but what
makes me think he couldn't have been, was that he was a thorough
good seaman, a regular old wind-jammer, and understood sail,
which those Navy chaps rarely do. Why, you and I have sailed with
men before the mast who had their master's certificates in their
pockets,--English Board of Trade certificates, too,--who could
work a double altitude if you would lend them a sextant and give
them a look at the chronometer, as well as many a man who
commands a big square-rigger. Navigation ain't everything, nor
seamanship, either. You've got to have it in you, if you mean to
get there.
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