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
In this manner we passed the time until the vessel arrived. Then we took
up our quarters on board. I was placed in command, but it was with
anything but a feeling of joy that I stepped again on that quarter-deck,
so connected with sad memories.
Every plank seemed to recall those terrible days when I was, perforce, a
pirate. However, as I said before, a sailor has but little time to
indulge in memories, so I shook myself together and started to get ready
to put to sea.
Brown I had with me, but, although he had learned a good deal of
nautical affairs, it was necessary that the ship should have two
experienced men to relieve me. So I set out immediately to find them.
Our adventures had become thoroughly known to all long before this, and
Brown and I both suffered from the charity peculiar to nearly all human
beings. It was well known that we had joined the convicts, and the busy
world had no time to waste discussing any excuse or necessity for our
having done so. It was enough that we did it. The sensational newspapers
offered a hundred reasons for our having done it,--all of them the worst
possible ones,--and the people could take their choice or let them
alone. They appeared to let them alone in order to form original ones
nearly as bad, that were too unreasonable to bear discussion.
Boarding-house keepers eyed me curiously when I entered their dens.
Small knots of rough-looking men gathered and whispered whenever I
entered any of the many dives where, I knew from experience, mates were
in the habit of going to indulge their hard pleasures. Once or twice
personal remarks were made in regard to myself in a tone loud enough for
me to hear.
At one bar a big red-faced longshoreman made a jeering allusion to the
part I played in joining the men who had taken my ship. It was a foul
statement and I felt the blood rush into my face.
Then I turned on the ruffian like a flash.
It was a foolish thing to do, but the talk of so many had rankled in my
heart until I lost control of my temper and I felt that I must bear it
no longer.
I did not stop to argue the matter and set his reasons for my actions
aright, but I lashed out and stretched him stiff on the floor. Then I
looked the group over carefully to see if there were any matters of
importance I might miss. But they were silent to a man. I turned and
walked slowly out of the room and down the street. I was not followed
and I soon found myself on the _Arrow’s_ deck with little hope of
securing my mates.
It was late in the evening when I returned, and Brown, who had been at
work on the ship’s stores, had gone up-town.
There was nothing for him to do on board after knocking off work, so I
supposed he had strolled up the street. He had never left me before to
go off in the evening alone, but, as we were to sail within the week, I
supposed he had some private affairs to attend to.
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