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
It was in this way. On the preceding voyage the skipper invited some
young ladies on board to lunch, with one of whom he seemed to be
somewhat smitten. Now, as it happened, I also was acquainted with the
family, and as boys and girls we were on good terms together. Of this
the skipper knew nothing until some kind friend gave the show away.
That was quite enough for him, and I was duly informed when I asked
leave to go on shore, that it was no longer permitted.
That evening we boys held a great pow-wow, at which I stated my
intentions to do no more work, and two others also resolved to follow
my lead. The sense of injustice rankled very strongly; we were worked
most unsparingly and then denied the most ordinary privileges to which
we had a right; and the proverbial worm at length turned.
Next morning came the usual summons to turn out, and as I woke up I
remembered that I was pledged to defiance by the resolution I had come
to the preceding evening. So when my fellow conspirators looked to me
for guidance they got all they wanted.
Now that I am nearing the end of my career I can look back and see that
there is, and has been, one very curious trait in my character. It is
the greatest of my desires to live at peace with my fellows, and to pay
the greatest respect and obedience to properly constituted authority,
but once that idea has been overcome there is nothing that would stay
me in carrying out my own will at any cost, or in the face of any
obstacle. This characteristic has led me into much hot water, and I am
not at all sure that it has left me even now.
“Now, you boys, turn out,” said the voice of “old Geordie,” as we
nicknamed the second mate. To this we replied that we were not going
to do any more work. I can see the smile of pitying incredulity that
spread over his features as he listened to our resolve and pointed
out the inevitable consequences. These, however, we had made up
our minds to face, so, leaving us, he went and informed the mate,
who, to our surprise, also tried to reason with us and pointed out,
with considerable sarcastic energy, what was likely to happen if we
persisted in our attitude and forced him to tell the captain. We said
we had counted the cost and were solid in our refusal, but we came as
far aft as the mainmast at his bidding and waited for developments.
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