an inn), and drank seven bottles of rosolio to keep myself quiet; then I
went on board, and the second lieutenant, who was commanding officer,
put me under arrest for being intoxicated. It was a week before I was
released; and you can't imagine what I suffered, Mr Simple. At last I
obtained leave to go on shore, and I went to the house to decide my
fate. The old woman opened the door, and then, calling me a thief,
slammed it in my face; as I retreated, Donna Seraphina came to the
window, and, waving her hand with a contemptuous look, said, `Go, and
God be with you, Mr Gentleman.' I returned on board in such a rage;
and if I could have persuaded the gunner to have given me a ball
cartridge I should have shot myself through the head. What made the
matter worse, I was laughed at by everybody in the ship, for the captain
and first lieutenant had made the story public."
"Well, Mr Chucks," replied I, "I cannot help being sorry for you,
although you certainly deserved to be punished for your dishonesty. Was
that the end of the affair."
"As far as I was concerned, it was, Mr Simple; but not as respected
others. The captain took my place, but without the knowledge of the
father. After all, they neither had great reason to rejoice at the
exchange."
"How so, Mr Chucks--what do you mean?"
"Why, Mr Simple, the captain did not make an honest woman of her, as I
would have done; and the father discovered what was going on, and one
night the captain was brought on board run through the body. We sailed
immediately for Gibraltar, and it was a long while before he got round
again."
"Did you ever hear any more of the young lady?"
"Yes; about a year afterwards, I returned there in another ship. She
had been shut up in a convent, and forced to take the veil. Oh, Mr
Simple! if you knew how I loved that girl! I have never been more than
polite to a woman since, and shall die a bachelor. You can't think how
I was capsized the other day, when I looked at the house: I have hardly
touched beef or pork since, and am in debt two quarts of rum more than
my allowance."
We gained our station off the coast of Perpignan; and as soon as we made
the land, we were most provokingly driven off by a severe gale. I am
not about to make any remarks about the gale, for one storm is so like
another; but I mention it to account for a conversation which took
place, and with which I was very much amused. I was near to the captain
when he sent for Mr Muddle, the carpenter, who had been up to examine
the main-topsail yard, which had been reported as sprung.
"Well, Mr Muddle," said the captain.
"Sprung, sir, most decidedly; but I think we'll be able to _mitigate_
it."
"Will you be able to secure it for the present, Mr Muddle?" replied the
captain rather sharply.
"We'll _mitigate_ it, sir, in half-an-hour."
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