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
But the time had now come when the realities were to commence. We
were five apprentices in all, and, with the carpenter and boatswain,
lived in the starboard side of the topgallant forecastle. As the
ship’s windlass formed part of the furniture it may be imagined that
the quarters were rough in the extreme, but they were in keeping with
the life in general, which began to develop as soon as we reached the
dockhead, prior to being towed down the river. Here we began to make
acquaintance with that very authoritative person, the chief mate, who
in all well-ordered ships is the ruling spirit. Mr. Coleman was a good
specimen of the mate of his time. Not bad-looking by any means, very
neat in personal appearance, and painfully precise in his remarks to
all and sundry. There was also conveyed in some particularly subtle
manner the fact that he was an accomplished pugilist, and in point
of fact, there were not many that could emphasise their orders with
greater neatness and dispatch. I can recall many instances where the
trouble was over almost as soon as it began, and that was no small
qualification for an officer in the rough sailing-ship days. This
quality of command was quickly manifested on the way to Gravesend,
when the work of rigging out the jib-boom and getting things shipshape
commenced in earnest. Before the first day was finished we had
discovered that the lot of an apprentice was likely to prove an
extremely lively one.
The next few days were a blank to me--sea-sickness claimed me for its
very own, and there is only a confused recollection left in my mind of
wishing to die and being expressly prevented from doing anything of the
sort. That state of affairs lasted perhaps two days, until one morning
with a fair wind and fine weather the episode passed away like an ugly
dream. There was one other difficulty, however, to be surmounted, and
that was “going aloft.” But with a determined boatswain behind you it
is astonishing how quickly difficulties disappear; the terrors of the
unknown yielded swiftly to good solid pliable arguments capable of
immediate application.
It becomes evident to me that I must curtail my reminiscences of
this period or my work will grow to gigantic proportions completely
unwarranted by the importance of the subject, but I wish, if I may, to
record one phase in the change from sail to steam.
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