The Mate of the Good Ship York; Or, The Ship's AdventureRussell, William Clark
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The Mate of the Good Ship York; Or, The Ship's Adventure
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 20th century; Sea stories
The old fagot was beginning to tumble about, the water foamed on the
deck, and the launch of the surge at the staggering bow would strike a
whole sheet of spume over the forestay, and then it fell in cataractal
thunder. Hardy shut the deck-house door. He was something more than
uneasy. Their alarming situation drove all thought of the wonder of it
out of his head. If it came on harder and a heavy sea ran, would this
old sieve hold together? would the deck-house cling to the deck? What
would they do aboard the _York_? Candy was dead and she was without a
navigator. The boatswain was a good practical seaman, and in him lay
Hardy's hope. The boatswain was not the man to abandon the mate and the
girl if he could help it. But suppose the ship was blown away so that
when the weather cleared the brig was not in sight, what would, or
rather, what _could_, the boatswain do? He had not the navigator's art,
and might not therefore know how to pick the brig up. Their condition
was frightful; the lazarette was awash; he could not seek food in
flooded timber. He sat down beside the girl.
"I cannot realise that you are with me," she said.
Her dress was damp, and raindrops sparkled upon her face and hair. He
drew out his handkerchief, which lay dry in his pocket, and softly
passed it over her face and hair. She was loving him with her eyes.
Never did human passion make the eyes of a woman more beautiful.
"You must be starving," he said.
"No, the captain brought some food and water."
"Tell me where it is," he cried, starting to his feet.
She told him where the breaker was and the glass, and the parcel of
provisions. He rushed out. The contents of the breaker could not be
hurt by the flying brine and rain; and mercifully the provisions had
been so placed that the breaker and the planks between which the
captain had placed them kept them dry.
Hardy ran into the deck-house with the food, put the glass in his
pocket, and returned again with the breaker, from which only two or
three drinks had been drawn.
"Thank God for this!" said he, and he felt almost happy.
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