Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Some captains, it was rumoured, made a stand against the system in
their own ships, on the ground that it was not, in fact, essential
to the efficiency of the Service. Some sub-lieutenants, too--and
they had more control in this matter than any captain--stood out
against the system in their own Mess, simply because cruelty disgusted
them. But these well-intentioned people dared not proselytize. They
resisted the system quietly within their own domain, and, lest they
should be considered old women, said as little as possible about
their resistance. Their number was said to be increasing. Whether
a junior midshipman did or did not experience the extremes of the
system depended nowadays on the ship to which he was appointed and the
sub-lieutenant who ruled his Gunroom. The system, to the accompaniment
of the shaking of many conservative heads, was said to be dying.
But it was by no means dead. Lynwood had decided that, if he was
subjected to it, the system should not break him. After all, its
greatest violence was unlikely to last more than a year. In his second
year he would be partly exempt from it; in his third, he would be in a
position to enforce it, if he wished, upon others.
The cab drew up at the hotel door. As he stood on the pavement fumbling
for money he looked out across the harbour. The railings were jewelled
with raindrops. Beyond them a sea of dull green tossed itself into
livid foam and spray. Further from shore all colour was lost. No
horizon was distinguishable from the opaque sky. Once he thought there
became visible the ghostly form of a warship, infinitely lonely and
apart, but a moment later he could see nothing.
“Good luck t’ee, sir,” said the old sailor, and, as the boy turned
towards the hotel, he added under his breath: “And Gawd ’elp ’ee.”
Lynwood heard, and looked over his shoulder. Then he pulled himself
together, gave his instructions to the hall-porter and walked quickly
into a ground-floor sitting-room, to the door of which was attached a
temporary notice written in blue chalk:
REEVE & CO.
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