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
"'Those who go down to the sea in ships,'" answered Hardy. "Has not
that observation been made once or twice before? I believe I have been
forced to read it a thousand times, for every newspaper and every book
that relates to the sea quotes this Scriptural sentence, and I am weary
of it."
"I have heard of islands being thrown up," said Julia.
"A great deal is thrown up at sea," replied Hardy. "Steady the wheel,
my heart, whilst I ogle the sun."
It will be admitted that this brace of sweethearts had not been
very fortunate. To be burnt out, open-boated, drugged, kidnapped,
shipwrecked on a derelict with a madman, are experiences of a rather
emphatic sort. Hardy's share had been the share of a man, and bar
the drug he could have gone through twenty fold worse and emerged a
sunburnt, smiling sailor.
Fate for a little while was now to mask its grim features with a
pleasant leer, and for the next two days of the ship's adventure the
weather was calm, the sea smooth enough for a little yacht, the heavens
bright with a little shading here and there of cloud, and all went well
with the crew. On the morning of the third day Hardy came out of his
coop like a snail from its shell, only a little faster. Julia was at
the wheel, and the dog on the forecastle keeping a lookout.
"We are in luck," said Hardy, gazing around him. "Fancy only requiring
to trim sail five times in two days."
"How far off is the abandoned brig, do you think?" asked the girl.
"All five hundred miles of salt water, Julia, and a salt mile is longer
than a highway mile."
They were used to the ship and the ways and methods they had adopted.
Thanks to the blessed weather, they had by alternation secured the rest
that nature demanded. There was plenty to eat and they ate heartily.
The dog was as useful as a midshipman; he understood the meaning of
the word slack, and held on to it when required as though his teeth
were in the sleeve of a drowning man. There was coal in the fore-peak,
and Hardy had made the necessary descent, and the stock in the galley
was always plentiful.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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