On Board the "Rocket"Adams, Robert C. (Robert Chamblet)
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On Board the "Rocket"
Adams, Robert C. (Robert Chamblet)
Seafaring life
He turned in a rage and catching hold of Brooks, who was nearest him,
gave him a blow with his brass knuckles that would have unsettled any
ordinary head. But the darkey's skull was not very sensitive, and he at
once drew his sheath-knife, and stabbed Howard in the abdomen. He had
on thick clothes, and the knife after cutting through them inflicted
only a small flesh wound. Howard was rather frightened by this episode,
and not knowing how badly he was cut, upon seeing the other men seize
handspikes and belaying pins ready to join Brooks, in case of any
further attack, he thought it best to retreat. After breakfast he
reported the case to the captain, who sent for Brooks to come into the
cabin, where he took his position with a pistol and a fathom of ratline
stuff. Having shut the door, so that there should be no witnesses, he
made the man take off his shirt; and then flogged him till the blood
flowed down his back, and the man's cries and promises made him desist.
The captain's prompt espousal of the second mate's cause showed that he
would stand by his officers, and it had the effect of making the crew
more respectful and careful.
Being the third mate, I was of course in the mate's watch; my duty
was to follow up the execution of the mate's orders, and look after
the little details of work. I must know the place for everything
and see that it was in its place. When the decks were cleared up at
night, if the mate in his inspection spied a stray marline-spike or
serving-board, it was the third mate who had to answer for it. If a
sailor wanted spunyarn or seizing-stuff to work with, it was the third
mate who must know where to find it and run and get it, or if the
lockers were not in order or the tar-barrel fetched adrift he was the
first looked at for blame. In his turn of course he could growl at the
sailors, but that was rather poor satisfaction, and he had not filled
his office many days before he came to the conclusion that it was a
most thankless billet, and that a third mate's portion contained "a
larger share of kicks than of coppers." I was only nineteen years old.
The sailors looked upon me as a youngster, and were not inclined to be
particularly respectful, thinking I wouldn't dare to use force with
them.
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