Sea stories, American; Seafaring life -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"For the fraction of a second he hesitated; then all resolution went out
in his eyes like a dying flame. He extended his arm rigidly, and loosed
the notes. They were gone down the wind almost before our eyes could
follow them.
"In the same instant, Lee Fu flung down the great tiller. The sampan
came into the wind with a shock that threw us all to the deck. Close
under our lee quarter lay the breakers, less than a couple of hundred
yards away. Lee Fu made frantic signals forward, where the crew were
watching us in a state of utter terror. I felt the centreboard drop; a
patch of sail rose slowly on the mainmast. The boat answered, gathered
headway, drove forward....
"It was just in time. We had run past the low island, and couldn’t hope
to regain its shelter in such a gale; but a pile of tumbled rocks lay
off its leeward end, carving out a small sub-zone of protection. This
spot we might be able to fetch, if we managed to escape the clutch of
the breakers. Escape them we did, after a hair-raising five minutes, and
threw out our anchors in the most precarious berth ever afforded, with
our stern brushing the very fringe of the breakers. But the anchors
held; and there we rode until the storm was over.
"Wilbur lay as he had fallen after the sampan’s frantic plunge. He made
no movement; and we, on our part, left him where he was"
*X*
"Two nights later, under a clear starry sky, we slipped through Lymoon
Pass on the tail of the land breeze. Before we reached Wanchi, it fell
flat calm. We shipped the long sweeps and began to row; the chattering
crew, who’d never expected to see Hong Kong again, fell to work
willingly. The lights of the city twinkled against the Peak, the
sleeping fleet swung at anchor in the landlocked harbour; all was
silence and tranquillity ... as we see it now. But that night, let me
tell you, the familiar scene was invested with a poignant charm. At
length we reached the bulkhead, from which we’d taken our maniac
departure three days before, and settled in our berth as comfortably as
if we’d just returned from a pleasure trip down the bay.
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