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
The _Aurora_ had hauled in to her berth; the crew were busy in
unbending her sails. The _Minorca_ lay close enough to establish a
contrast, and everybody would have admitted that if the barque was
a smart ship for her time, the three-masted schooner built by the
Americans was as shapely a fabric as the gracefullest then afloat. The
Admiral and the ladies paused before her on their way to the _Minorca_,
which lay further on. They would not go on board; there was too much
confusion. The captain, however, stumping the quarterdeck and shouting
orders, saw and recognised them. He was a thick-set man, brick-red in
complexion, with deep-red greasy hair, ear-rings, brown eyes, and a
mouth that through some injury was drawn a little way up into his left
cheek. He came to the bulwark-rail with his hat in his hand, and as
the Admiral and the ladies stepped to the quay-side to speak to him,
he exclaimed: "Happy to see you, ma'am. And my hearty respects to you,
Miss, and I hope that Admiral Lawrence is none the worse for remaining
ashore."
"Glad to see you safely back, Captain Weaver," cried Miss Acton.
"What a very quick voyage you have made this time, Captain Weaver!"
called out Lucy.
"Some Frenchman had the scent of ye, Captain, hey, and gave you heels?"
exclaimed Sir William. "There's sometimes the virtue of half a gale of
wind in a round shot, eh, Captain?"
"Why, sir," answered the Captain, "it is true that we was chased, but
that didn't make us the voyage the young lady's obliging enough to
praise us for. Off the Scillies a French frigate hove in sight on the
weather bow, but what could she do with us? I eased off and got her
abeam, soon afterwards on the quarter; I then luffed, sir, making a
tight jam of it, and crossed her bows at the distance of about three
mile. She threw a few shot at us, but what's a frigate a-going to do
with a vessel as can look up as the _Aurora_ does, until by thunder
the wind seems blowing fore-and-aft?"
He ran his eyes proudly over the spars of his vessel and along the
length of her.
"I am glad to know that you return and find your wife and little boy
well," said Lucy.
"Oh thank you, mum, thank you, and it's deeply beholden I am to you
and Miss Acton for calling and enquiring after them, not to mention
presents which leaves my Sarah most grateful indeed. That there little
Tommy of mine grows like a ship you're arisin'. Because I'm his father
I'm not goin' to pretend he don't improve every voyage."
"Put him into the Royal Navy," said the Admiral. "The King wants chips
of old blocks like you."
"No fear, sir," called the Captain over the bulwark-rail, with a steady
shake of the head and a smile that merely ran his mouth higher into his
cheek. "I've set my 'eart upon making him a lawyer. He shall end like
old Mr Greyquill, as rich and as comfortable; and when he's old he'll
hang out a white head of hair like a flag of truce, to let the world
understand he don't want any more quarrelling."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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