The Yarn of Old Harbour TownRussell, William Clark
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The Yarn of Old Harbour Town
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction; Sea stories
She stayed her sobbing to exclaim in the high, strained notes she had
before spoken in: "Send me home, sir! send me back to my father! There
are ships about. You speak falsely if you say there are no ships. We
are still near my home. Do as I say before you drive me mad!"
She rounded from the bulkhead as she pronounced these words. Her eyes
seemed to be on fire; her cheeks glowed. Again she bared her teeth in
her wild, insane grin. She appeared transformed. He knew that certain
violent and heart-changing passions and emotions could so work in a
beautiful face as to make it look repulsive and devilish, such as
jealousy or criminal insult, but he never could have believed of Lucy
Acton that her loveliness could undergo the amazing transformation he
witnessed; for he did not think to recall that her mother had been a
great actress, and that this girl might have inherited perhaps the
finest side of her genius.
"There is no ship, I assure you, madam. They have my instructions on
deck to keep clear of any sail that heaves into sight, because I am not
the man to allow my dream of happiness to be dissolved by a Frenchman's
capture of this vessel. And what must we expect to find in these narrow
waters but the ships of the enemy intent upon easy captures, bloodless
prizes such as the _Minorca_ would make?"
For answer she threw herself down upon the deck. She fell as though in
a swoon, and lay motionless with her face buried once more in her arm
that now reposed upon the carpeted planks. Her tears or sobs assured
him that she had not fainted, and understanding that his wisest policy
would be to leave her to her thoughts, he cast an adoring look upon
the prostrate figure and quitted the cabin, slamming the door noisily
after him that she might know he was gone, but silently turning the
key outside, for it was not then his intention that she should go on
deck and meet the crew until the statement he had made to Mr Eagle had
passed in growling whispers through the men.
It was customary on board the _Minorca_, and doubtless in many other
ships carrying merchandise, for the mate to dine in the cabin with
the captain in his watch below, that is to say, when he had no duty
on deck. The second mate kept a look-out, and when the chief mate was
done, the second went below to dinner. If the mate had the watch during
the dinner-hour, he remained on deck until he was relieved by the
captain.
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