American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
I was able to see in three days, and returned to duty, first offering
to Captain Merwin from my cooler and saner viewpoint an apology for
my manner, which he graciously accepted. But I made no apology to Mr.
Butterell, nor even a withdrawal of my threat, preferring to let it
hang over him as a possible deterrent. As it was a "watch and watch"
ship, we met only at eight bells, to report the course, distance
run, and the happenings of the last four hours, so that our strained
relations did not matter. And that these relations should not suffer
further straining, Captain Merwin, seeing me hopeless, decreed that the
mate's log desk be placed in the passage between our rooms, so that I
could enter up the log slate at the end of my watch without trespassing
upon his atmosphere.
As for Mabel, she had partaken of my blindness; she did not see me,
even when she looked at me. But this gave me a larger opportunity to
look at her, a dismal pleasure which I enjoyed to the utmost.
I cannot describe in detail the peculiar grace, and charm, and beauty
with which this girl appealed to me. All men know, and all men at some
time in their lives invest some one woman with such attributes, which,
perhaps, others cannot see. As a child, with yellow hair and sea-blue
eyes, Mabel Merwin had seemed to me a creature lent from Heaven to
lead me upward; now matured to perfect womanhood, her sea-blue eyes
the same, but her hair darkened to a golden bronze and her creamy
complexion to an orange tint by sun and wind, she was more than ever
one of another world, unable to descend to my own. For mine was a world
of outer and under darkness, of watch and worry, of work and dirt, of
profane, hateful, jealous, and murderous thought which, without knowing
it, I shared with the twin brothers. I could understand the baleful
glitter in their eyes when they looked at the mate; but, uninformed at
the time, nothing of the hungry adoration with which they regarded the
girl.
They were in separate watches, slept in separate forecastles, and did
not meet except in the dog-watches, when the crew--an exceptionally
fine and well-behaved body of men--policed them and kept them from
fighting. In other respects they did well. Poorly educated, yet they
were splendid material from which to develop the hardy, enduring
deep-water sailor, and they advanced rapidly.
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