I took down the lamp, trimmed it, and went to the lazarette hatch at the
after end of the cabin. Here were kept the stores for the crew. I lifted
the hatch and listened, and could hear the water in the hold gurgling
and rushing with every lift of the brig's bows; and I could not question
from the volume of water which the sound indicated that the vessel was
steadily taking it in, but not rapidly. I swallowed half a pannikin of
the hollands for the sake of the warmth and life of the draught, and
entering my cabin, put on thick dry stockings, first, chafing my feet
till I felt the blood in them; and I then, with a seaman's dispatch,
shifted the rest of my apparel, and cannot express how greatly I was
comforted by the change, though the jacket and trousers I put on were
still damp with the soaking of previous days. To render myself as
waterproof as possible--for it was the wet clothes against the skin that
made the cold so cruel--I took from the captain's cabin a stout cloak
and threw it over me, enveloping my head, which I had cased in a warm
fur cap, with the hood of it; and thus equipped I lighted a small
hand-lantern that was used on dark nights for heaving the log, that is,
for showing how the sand runs in the glass, and carried it on deck.
The lantern made the scene a dead, grave-like black outside its little
circle of illumination; nevertheless its rays suffered me to guess at
the picture of ruin the decks offered. The main mast was snapped three
or four feet above the deck, and the stump of it showed as jagged and
barbed as a wild beast's teeth. But I now noticed that the weight of the
hamper being on the larboard side, balanced the list the vessel took
from her shifted ballast, and that she floated on a level keel with her
bows fair at the sea, whence I concluded that a sort of sea-anchor had
been formed ahead of her by the wreckage, and that it held her in that
posture, otherwise she must certainly have fallen into the trough.
I moved with extreme caution, casting the lantern light before me,
sometimes starting at a sound that resembled a groan, then stopping to
steady myself during some particular wild leap of the hull; until,
coming abreast of the main hatch, the rays of the lantern struck upon a
man's body, which, on my bringing the flame to his face, proved to be
Captain Rosy. There was a wound over his right brow; and as if that had
not sufficed to slay him, the fall of the masts had in some wonderful
manner whipped a rope several times round his body, binding his arms and
encircling his throat so tightly, that no executioner could have gone
more artistically to work to pinion and choke a man.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account