This signal and surprising intervention filled my heart with
thankfulness, though my spirits sank again at the sight of my poor
drowned shipmates. But, unless I had a mind to join them, it was
necessary I should speedily bestir myself. So after a minute's
reflection I whipped out my knife, and cutting a couple of blocks away
from the raffle on deck, I rove a line through them, and so made a
tackle, by the help of which I turned the jolly-boat over; I then with a
handspike prised her nose to the gangway, secured a bunch of rope on
either side her to act as fenders or buffers when she should be launched
and lying alongside, ran her midway out by the tackle, and, attaching a
line to a ring-bolt in her bow, shoved her over the side, and she fell
with a splash, shipping scarce a hatful of water.
I found her mast and sail--the sail furled to the mast, as it was used
to lie in her--close against the stump of the mainmast; but though I
sought with all the diligence that hurry would permit for her rudder, I
nowhere saw it, but I met with an oar that had belonged to the other
boat, and this with the mast and sail I dropped into her, the swell
lifting her up to my hand when the blue fold swung past.
My next business was to victual her. I ran to the cabin, but the
lazarette was full of water, and none of the provisions in it to be come
at. I thereupon ransacked the cabin, and found a whole Dutch cheese, a
piece of raw pork, half a ham, eight or ten biscuits, some candles, a
tinder-box, several lemons, a little bag of flower, and thirteen bottles
of beer. These things I rolled up in a cloth and placed them in the
boat, then took from the captain's locker four jars of spirits, two of
which I emptied that I might fill them with fresh water. I also took
with me from the captain's cabin a small boat compass.
The heavy, sluggish, sodden movement of the hull advised me to make
haste. She was now barely lifting to the swell that came brimming in
broad liquid blue brows to her stem. It seemed as though another ton of
water would sink her; and if the swell fell over her bows and filled the
decks, down she would go. I had a small parcel of guineas in my chest,
and was about to fetch this money, when a sort of staggering sensation
in the upward slide of the hull gave me a fright, and, watching my
chance, I jumped into the boat and cast the line that held her adrift.
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