Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-dayJeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
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Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-day
Jeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
Adventure stories; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
In the middle watch Jones, one of our petty officers and the captain of
the 12-pounder, came aft to take the log and found us there.
"’Ello, sir! what be you two young gen’lemen a-doing of there?" he said.
We gulped out that we were too scared to go below, and felt better in
the fresh air.
He held up his flickering lantern. "Eh! ye be sea-sick, be ye?" he
said. "Well, ye do look powerful green, and be as wet as water. Just
come along o’ me; I’ll stow you away out of ’arm."
He made us climb into the dinghy, which was in her crutches amidships,
told us to lie down on some coils of rope and old canvas deck-cloths,
and covered us with a tarpaulin.
We huddled up together and presently got warm again, and once we were
warm and steamy we soon went to sleep.
It did not seem ten minutes later before we were roughly shaken by the
shoulders, and there was Jones again.
"Turn out, you young gents; just show a leg there. It’s gone seven bells
(half-past seven), and it’s time ye were rousing yourselves."
"Looking better the noo, ye are," he said, as we scrambled out from
under the tarpaulin, feeling stiff all over but the sea-sickness gone;
"and ’ere’s a drop of hot cocoa for you and a bit of ship’s biscuit—make
men of you agin."
The sea had gone down considerably and it was broad daylight, the sun
shining brightly, and Jones was smiling in a fatherly manner at us, with
a couple of ship’s biscuits in one hand and a bowl of steaming cocoa in
the other.
Well, I should never have believed it possible. A few hours before I
thought I should never want to touch a bit of food again, and now we
both felt famished, and would have gulped down the lot between us, but
Jones made us eat a bit of hard biscuit first, and then sandwich in a
little cocoa, and so on till there was no more left of either.
"No, there ain’t no more," said Jones, "and the Captain, ’e wants to see
you both as soon as you’ve made yourselves respectable."
He was on the bridge; and after we had brushed each other down we went
for’ard, feeling awfully cheap and disreputable.
"Now, you two youngsters must understand," he began. "I’ll let you off
this time, but don’t let me ever catch you shirking your work again,
whether you are sea-sick or not. Now, go below (I think I saw a twinkle
in his eye) and get some breakfast. The _Laird_ has sighted those
pirate destroyers and we are chasing them, but I shall not want either
of you for half an hour, so make the best of your time."
"Where are they, sir?" we asked eagerly.
"Right ahead, but we can’t see them yet. They’ve only just sighted them
from the _Laird_."
The range of view from a destroyer is very limited, and it was the
_Laird’s_ mast-head look-out who had discovered them.
"Couldn’t we stay, sir?" we asked, forgetting all about our hunger in
the excitement.
"No. Go down below; and you’re not to come up again for half an hour."
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