The Voyage of the Arrow to the China Seas.: Its Adventures and Perils, Including Its Capture by Sea Vultures from the Countess of Warwick, as Set Down by William Gore, Chief Mate — John Shaqi
The Voyage of the Arrow to the China Seas.: Its Adventures and Perils, Including Its Capture by Sea Vultures from the Countess of Warwick, as Set Down by William Gore, Chief MateHains, T. Jenkins (Thornton Jenkins)
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The Voyage of the Arrow to the China Seas.: Its Adventures and Perils, Including Its Capture by Sea Vultures from the Countess of Warwick, as Set Down by William Gore, Chief Mate
Mr. Ropesend was the head of the firm of importers who had chartered the
_Arrow_ for this voyage, and he had appointed old man Crojack as
skipper.
It seemed to me that the old merchant read some of the thoughts which
were uppermost in my mind, for his eyes held such a pitying look that I
arose from my chair with a rough oath. Then I threw the pen down on the
table and bitterly cursed the man who had invented such a thing for a
sailor. I felt like rushing from the office, and I set my teeth hard
when I put on my hat and swaggered out into the street.
It was almost as hard for me to sign that agreement as it would have
been for me to sign on a ship’s articles as a common sailor. I fancied
that some of the clerks smiled, but I really saw nothing distinctly
until I breathed the damp air of the foggy street and mingled with the
busy throng on the pavement.
Making my way slowly through the crowd, I entered the doorway of a
saloon that stood on the corner of a cross-street a few blocks farther
down-town. I had been in there often before, so, nodding to the
proprietor at the bar, I walked into the room and sat down at a vacant
table and ordered a drink. Then, picking up a copy of the _Marine
Journal_, I tried to forget my misfortunes and become interested in the
shipping news.
The noise of people talking as they sat and chattered at each other
around the various tables distracted my attention from the paper. I
looked over the top of the sheet to see if I knew any one in the crowd.
While I looked the gathering over, lazily scanning the men’s faces, two
men entered from the bar, and I recognized them to be clerks in the
shipping department of the office I had just left.
My first impulse was to leave the place, for I knew they recognized me,
although they showed no knowledge of my presence. Then I realized that I
was getting oversensitive and morbid about my downfall, so I buried
myself in the paper again and ordered another drink. I was very
thirsty. The two clerks seated themselves at a table next to mine and
gave their orders. In a few minutes I forgot their presence.
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