Sea stories, American; Seafaring life -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"It was his remarkable destiny to be the revealer of his own perfidy; he
made no bones about the job. Instead of going home, he went to Batavia,
and there hired a schooner and crew with the proceeds of his personal
holding in the _Speedwell_. This schooner and crew he took immediately
to Ombay Pass. They found the ship still resting in the same position.
What they did there must remain a mystery; I have the tale only in
fragmentary form from the Lascar who was serang of Wilbur’s native crew.
"He, it would seem, was overawed by the extent of the engineering
operations in which he participated; his description partook of the
colour and extravagance of a myth. Alone in distant waters they had
wrestled like heroes with a monstrous task; day had followed day, while
the great ship remained motionless and the elements paused to observe
the stupendous effort. They had unloaded the cargo: they had sent down
the top-hamper and rafted it alongside; they had patched and pumped, and
Wilbur himself had dived in the lower hold and under the bows to place
the stoppers in their proper position. So far as I can reckon, it took
them a couple of months to get her off; but, by Jove, they floated her—a
magnificent feat of sailorizing. Then they loaded the cargo again, and
came away.
"When Captain Wilbur appeared one morning off Batavia roadstead with the
_Speedwell_ under top-gallantsails, towing the schooner, it was the
sensation of the port; a sensation that flew like wildfire about the
China Sea, as it became clear what he intended to do with her. For he
proposed, incredible and unaccountable as it seems, to hold the ship and
cargo as salvage; and nothing, apparently, could be done about it. She
was actually the property of himself and the Lascar crew.
"The crowd alongshore, everyone interested in shipping, of course turned
violently against him; for a time there was wild talk of extra-legal
proceedings, and Wilbur might have fared ill had he attempted to
frequent his old haunts just then. But he snapped his fingers at them
all. He found plenty of men who were willing to advance him credit on
the security of the ship: he bought off his crew with liberal
allowances, took the _Speedwell_ to Hong Kong and put her in drydock,
and soon was ready for business with a fine vessel of his own. Well, he
knew that personal repugnance wouldn’t be carried to commercial lengths;
that he and the ship, by cutting freights a little, could find plenty to
do. As for the rest of it, the moral score, he seemed cheerfully
prepared to face the music, and probably foresaw that with the passage
of time he would be able to live down the record.
"The old _Omega_ and I were down the China Sea on a trading voyage while
these events were taking place. When we got back to Hong Kong, Wilbur
had already sailed for Antwerp, leaving his story to swell the scandal
and fire the indignation of the water-front. I heard it first from my
friend, Lee Fu Chang.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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