The White Squall: A Story of the Sargasso SeaHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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The White Squall: A Story of the Sargasso Sea
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Sargasso Sea -- Fiction
Nor was I anything loth either to go to my bunk; for I had eaten a
hearty dinner which made me feel drowsy. After I had turned in, too,
there being no excitement to keep me awake, and the ship being quite
safe, there being now every prospect of the gale coming soon to an end,
I slept like a top--Harry the steward having to wake me again next
morning to tell me that breakfast was ready, and coming twice to shake
my bunk before I would turn out.
When I subsequently went on deck, I could soon see that the weather had
altered for the better.
Although the sea was still rough, the clouds had cleared away from the
sky entirely, not a speck of hazy vapour being discernible anywhere,
while the sun was shining down brightly and warmly, enlivening the whole
scene around and making the ocean, in spite of its still rough
condition, almost look pleasant; the white wreaths of spray, broken-off
by the wind from the tops of the waves, glistening with the prismatic
hues of the rainbow as they were tossed up in the air on clashing billow
meeting billow.
On board the ship, also, matters had considerably improved, only two men
being required at the helm in place of four, for the vessel was ever so
much more easy to steer; and, I could see preparations being made in the
waist for bending a new main-topsail and mizzen staysail in place of
those that had been blown away when we were in the vortex of the
hurricane.
It was a difficult job getting the remains of the old main-topsail off
the yard, the wind blowing still with great force and the men having to
hold on with all their might. But, after an hour's labour, the task was
accomplished, and then the new piece of canvas was sent up into the top
by the halliards, where, after being bent and close-reefed, it was
sheeted home and the yard hoisted up again, spreading the sail.
The mizzen staysail followed suit; and then, seeing that the ship bore
the pressure pretty well, Captain Miles ordered the fore-topmast
staysail to be hoisted. This brought the _Josephine_ more up to the
wind, the vessel now sailing with it about a couple of points abaft the
beam.
She heeled over tremendously, burying all the lee bulwarks under water,
with the sea rushing along her channels like a mill-race; but, she held
to it bravely, and we all congratulated ourselves on having weathered
the storm and carried out Captain Miles's boast of making the gale serve
his purpose, thus turning a foul wind into a fair one.
Towards mid-day, the captain took an observation, which amply
corroborated his lunars of the previous evening, we being found to be in
32 degrees North latitude and 40 degrees West longitude, the slight
difference between this and his former reckoning being due to the
distance we had run during the night.
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