My Life at Sea: being a "yarn" loosely spun for the purpose of holding together certain reminiscences of the transition period from sail to steam in the British mercantile marine (1863-1894)Crutchley, William Caius
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My Life at Sea: being a "yarn" loosely spun for the purpose of holding together certain reminiscences of the transition period from sail to steam in the British mercantile marine (1863-1894)
Crutchley, William Caius
Merchant marine -- Great Britain; Seafaring life
Terriss and my brother, therefore, had my sympathy in deciding not to
stick to the sea, but in my own case there was no alternative. I had
insisted upon going to sea, so had to stick to it, and after six weeks’
holiday rejoined my ship in the London Docks. They had replaced the
sprung mainmast, and the ship was again loading for Adelaide.
Without any doubt it is wrong to make boys live on board a ship in
dock without any effective control. There were always three of us and
sometimes four on board, and night watchmen looking after lights were
easily hoodwinked. We had gorgeous and surreptitious feasts, and the
seals of custom house officers on excisable goods were tampered with
quite easily. I can recall on more than one occasion the mystified
looks of officers who found seals intact and contents considerably
shortened of what they should have been; and, generally speaking, there
is scarcely any problem of food supply that boys on board ship will
not find a way of solving. Very wrong indeed, many people will say;
what became of your moral principle? I reply in the words of the Eton
dame who, asked as to the moral qualities of the boys: said, “There was
never a moral amongst them,” and, after all, it wasn’t much worse than
orchard robbing! This is a digression, but it is a little difficult to
sit down late in life to recount one’s juvenile villainies without at
least a half-hearted attempt to palliate them--knowing also at the time
that even then you do not mean your confession to be a complete one.
In due course the ship was loaded and the crew signed on. We had a new
second mate, who we quickly discovered was of a different make to the
last one. In fact, I think it was hinted to him that the rope’s-end
régime was not to our liking, and that we had begun to discover that
unity was strength, but this was only possibly because he messed with
us. For the “old man,” having started by turning King out of the cabin,
thought fit to continue the innovation, and kind-hearted Geordie
Roshwell was not the type of man to assert himself. A good seaman he
was, but more sailmaker than second mate. Both mate and captain bullied
him unmercifully, and destroyed the little authority he was capable of
wielding.
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