Animals -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Human-animal communication -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
Upstairs I found our vessel surrounded by white and gray seagulls
who flashed and circled about in the sunny morning air, looking for
food-scraps thrown out by the ships into the harbor.
By about half past seven we had the anchor up and the sails set to a
nice steady breeze; and this time we got out into the open sea without
bumping into a single thing. We met the Penzance fishing fleet coming
in from the night’s fishing, and very trim and neat they looked, in a
line like soldiers, with their red-brown sails all leaning over the
same way and the white water dancing before their bows.
For the next three or four days everything went smoothly and nothing
unusual happened. During this time we all got settled down into our
regular jobs; and in spare moments the Doctor showed each of us how to
take our turns at the wheel, the proper manner of keeping a ship on her
right course, and what to do if the wind changed suddenly. We divided
the twenty-four hours of the day into three spells; and we took it in
turns to sleep our eight hours and be awake sixteen. So the ship was
well looked after, with two of us always on duty.
Besides that, Polynesia, who was an older sailor than any of us, and
really knew a lot about running ships, seemed to be always awake—except
when she took her couple of winks in the sun, standing on one leg
beside the wheel. You may be sure that no one ever got a chance to stay
abed more than his eight hours while Polynesia was around. She used to
watch the ship’s clock; and if you overslept a half-minute, she would
come down to the cabin and peck you gently on the nose till you got up.
I very soon grew to be quite fond of our funny black friend Bumpo,
with his grand way of speaking and his enormous feet which some one
was always stepping on or falling over. Although he was much older
than I was and had been to college, he never tried to lord it over me.
He seemed to be forever smiling and kept all of us in good humor. It
wasn’t long before I began to see the Doctor’s good sense in bringing
him—in spite of the fact that he knew nothing whatever about sailing or
travel.
On the morning of the fifth day out, just as I was taking the wheel
over from the Doctor, Bumpo appeared and said,
“The salt beef is nearly all gone, Sir.”
“The salt beef!” cried the Doctor. “Why, we brought a hundred and
twenty pounds with us. We couldn’t have eaten that in five days. What
can have become of it?”
[Illustration: “In these lower levels we came upon the shadowy shapes
of dead ships”
_Page 360_]
“I don’t know, Sir, I’m sure. Every time I go down to the stores I find
another hunk missing. If it is rats that are eating it, then they are
certainly colossal rodents.”
Polynesia who was walking up and down a stay-rope taking her morning
exercise, put in,
“We must search the hold. If this is allowed to go on we will all be
starving before a week is out. Come downstairs with me, Tommy, and we
will look into this matter.”
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