I shipped aboard the Sea-mew, full-rigged, trading from the port of
London to New Zealand. Two more old shipmates of mine entered along
with me; and we were just beginning to feel the breeze that would send
us down Channel in less than no time. The skipper came aboard at
Gravesend, and the rest of the passengers, and among 'em we had one poor
chap who had to be whipped up in a chair, looking the while like as if
he'd come aboard to find a hammock and a sailor's funeral. There was
some petticoats, too, about him, and they had to be whipped up too, but
I didn't take much notice, being hurried about here and ordered there,
and the passengers all seeming to have an idea, that now they'd come
aboard, all there was to do was to get in everybody's way, and stand
wiping their eyes. They would get in your way and aggravate, and when
they moved, go and stand somewhere wuss, till it was enough to make a
saint swear; and I'm blest if I don't think that, being a man used to
the sea, and a quick-tempered sort of a fellow, Peter hisself would have
gone on 'most as bad as I did. What does a great fat fellow of
two-and-forty want to go walloping down where the mate had told you to
coil forty fathom o' rope, and then begin blubbering like a great gal?
And what do people as have done nothing but grumble and cuss at the old
country, go waving their handkerchiefs at it for, and then fall into one
another's arms a-kissing and a-hugging, and just, too, when the deck's
in such a litter that the skipper and the mate are 'most raving mad?
It's a nice place, deck of a ship just before sailing, what with the
lumber, and the crew being all raw, and half of 'em three parts, or
quite drunk. We'd a nice lot, we had, aboard the Sea-mew; for it seemed
to me, as soon as I saw them together, that the skipper had been having
the pick of the docks, and choosing all them as nobody else wouldn't
take aboard a ship. But it was in this way: there'd been a sort of an
upset about pay, and half the merchant-sailors were on strike; and as
the owners of the Sea-mew had advertised her to sail at a certain time,
and it was ten days past that time, the skipper had been obliged to sign
articles with any one he could get. They were all fresh ones to us;
six-and-twenty of 'em, but mostly seemed to know one another, and how to
handle a rope.
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