Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone DaysKingston, William Henry Giles
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Marmaduke Merry: A Tale of Naval Adventures in Bygone Days
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Fiction; Sea stories
I shuddered, for I could not help thinking what would have been the fate
of any human being who might have happened to be overboard. The seamen
had found out their enemy, and were talking about him, and watching his
proceedings with suspicious glances. They have an idea that when a
shark follows a vessel some one is about to die on board, and that he is
waiting for the corpse. Sharks have been known to follow vessels for
days together, but undoubtedly it is simply that they may feed on the
offal thrown overboard. Of course if any seaman happens to die during
the time, unless he is lashed up in a hammock with a shot at his feet,
they are likely to be the gainers. I have, however, very often seen
them following a ship when nobody has died. One example in support of a
superstitious idea does more to confirm it in the minds of the ignorant
than a hundred examples on the opposite side do to weaken the belief in
it.
Not long after this, Perigal hailed McAllister, and, pointing round to
the sky, told him that he did not like the look of things. He then
signed to us to strike our topmasts, and make everything snug aloft. At
the same moment the crew of the Espoir were seen swarming aloft to
shorten sail. We had our sails lowered. Hands were now sent aloft to
furl them carefully, and to strike upper yards and topmasts. While the
hands were thus engaged, as I was standing by the compass to ascertain
the direction of the schooner's head, I saw Perigal point to the
westward, and make a sign to the men aloft to hurry with their work. I
did the same, though we, having less to do, were ahead in our
proceedings of our consort. I saw enough to convince me that there was
no time to be lost. The blackest of black clouds had gathered with a
rapidity scarcely credible, and were rushing on towards us with headlong
speed. It was not as is often the case when a storm is brewing; a few
light clouds come first like the skirmishers in advance of an army; but
the whole body came on in one dense mass, the sea below it foaming, and
hissing, and curling with a noise which we could hear even before the
wind reached us. A hurricane was coming, and one of no ordinary
violence.
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