The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval LieutenantCupples, George
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The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval Lieutenant
Cupples, George
Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
"Now, whether this said land just made out on the north-east trended
away back to south-east, as the clearer look of the horizon to starboard
made one think, it was hard to say--though in _that_ way of it, there
were _seemingly_ two plans for widening her distance. Either Finch might
think it better to keep hold of a fair wind, and just edge her off
enough to drop the point on her weather quarter--when, of course, if
things stood as they were, we should soon set a good stretch of water
betwixt us and the coast; or else they might brace direct round on the
other tack, and head right south-west'ard, out to sea again; though if
we were still in it, the current would set us every bit as much in its
own direction as ever. Accordingly, I sidled nearer to the capstan, and
watched anxiously for what the third mate had to propose, after humming
and hawing a little, and scratching his head under his cap for half a
minute. 'At any rate, Mr Finch, sir,' said he, 'more especially the
captain being off charge, I may say, why, I'd advise ye, sir, to----'
Here he dropped his voice; but Finch apparently agreed to what he said.
"'Ready about ship, there!' said the second mate aloud to the boatswain
forward; and in ten minutes afterwards the _Seringapatam_ was fairly
round, as I had expected, heading at a right-angle to her former course,
with the breeze before her starboard beam, and the sun blazing on the
other. I walked forward to the bows, and actually started to hear how
loud and clear the ripple had got under them of a sudden; meeting her
with a plash, as if she were making six or seven knots headway, while
the canvas seemed to draw so much stiffer aloft, you'd have supposed the
breeze had freshened as soon as the helm was put down. The mates looked
over the side and aloft, rubbing their hands and smiling to each other,
as much as to say how fast she was hauling off the bad neighbourhood she
was in, though the heat was as great as ever, and you didn't feel a
breath more air below, nor see the water ruffle. To _my_ notion, in
fact, it was just the set of the current against her that seemingly
freshened her way, the ship being now direct in its teeth; so that, of
course, it would keep bearing her up all the time away north-eastward,
with _her_ own leeway to help it; and the less could anyone notice the
difference betwixt the water going past her side, and her passing the
water. This tack of hers, which Rickett, no doubt, thought such a safe
plan, might be the very one to put her in a really dangerous way yet:
for when they did discover this under-tow, how were they to take her out
of it, after all? Probably by trying to stand fair across the stream of
it to southward, which, without three times the wind we had, would at
best take us out many miles nearer the land it set upon, or leave us
perhaps becalmed in the midst of it.
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