Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"Very well, youngster," he answered; "I should scarcely have known you
in your present proper uniform. There's nothing like being particular
as to dress. I'll see about placing you in a watch. You'll understand
that you're to try and do your duty to the best of your abilities."
"Shure it's what I hope to do, sir," I answered briskly; "and I'm mighty
glad you like my uniform."
"I didn't say I liked it, youngster,--I said it was proper according to
the regulations. Turn round, let me see. There is room for growing,
which a midshipman's uniform should have. You'll remember always to be
neat and clean, and follow the example I try to set you youngsters."
"Yes, sir," I answered, my eyes falling on a huge patch which the
lieutenant had on one of the knees of his trousers.
"Now you may go!" he said. "Understand that you're not to quit the ship
without my leave, and that you must master the rules and regulations of
the service as soon as possible, for I can receive no excuse if you
infringe them."
Altogether I was pretty well satisfied with my interview with old
Rough-and-Ready, and hurrying out of the gun-room I directed my course
for the young gentlemen's berth, as it was called, which was some way
further forward on the starboard side. I intended, after making my
appearance there, to go in search of Larry, but the mulatto steward and
a boy came hurrying aft along the deck with steaming dishes, which they
placed on the table, and I found that the dinner was about to commence.
"Glad to see you, Paddy," said Jack Nettleship, who had already taken
his place at the head of the table. "You look less like a play-actor's
apprentice and more like an embryo naval officer than you did when you
first came on board. Now sit down and enjoy the good things of life
while you can get them. Time will come when we shall have to luxuriate
on salt junk as hard as a millstone and weevilly biscuits."
Plenty of joking took place, and everybody seemed in good humour, so
that I soon found myself fairly at my ease, and all I wanted to be
perfectly so was to know the ways of the ship. I succeeded in producing
several roars of laughter by the stories I told, not attempting to
overcome my brogue, but rather the contrary, as I found it amused my
auditors. When the rum was passed round, of which each person had a
certain quantum, the doctor sang out to the youngsters, including Tom
Pim and me, "Hold fast! it's a vara bad thing for you laddies, and I
shall be having you all on the sick list before long if I allow you to
take it. Pass the pernicious liquor along here."
Tom obeyed, and so did I, willingly enough, for I had tasted the stuff
and thought it abominably nasty, but two or three of the other
midshipmen hesitated, and some seemed inclined to revolt.
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