For myself, however, I did but exchange anxieties. I was no sooner out of one fear than I fell upon another; no sooner secure that I should myself make the intended haven6, than I began to be convinced that Trent was there before me. I climbed into the rigging, stood on the board, and eagerly scanned that ring of coral reef and bursting breaker, and the blue lagoon9 which they enclosed. The two islets within began to show plainly — Middle Brooks10 and Lower Brooks Island, the Directory named them: two low, bush-covered, rolling strips of sand, each with glittering beaches, each perhaps a mile or a mile and a half in length, running east and west, and divided by a narrow channel. Over these, innumerable as maggots, there hovered11, chattered12, screamed and clanged, millions of twinkling sea- birds: white and black; the black by far the largest. With singular scintillations, this vortex of winged life swayed to and fro in the strong sunshine, whirled continually through itself, and would now and again burst asunder13 and scatter14 as wide as the lagoon: so that I was irresistibly15 reminded of what I had read of nebular convulsions. A thin cloud overspread the area of the reef and the adjacent sea — the dust, as I could not but fancy, of earlier explosions. And a little apart, there was yet another focus of centrifugal and centripetal16 flight, where, hard by the deafening17 line of breakers, her sails (all but the tattered19 topsail) snugly20 furled down, and the red rag that marks Old England on the seas beating, union down, at the main — the Flying Scud21, the fruit of so many toilers, a recollection in so many lives of men, whose tall spars had been mirrored in the remotest corners of the sea — lay stationary22 at last and forever, in the first stage of naval23 dissolution. Towards her, the taut24 Norah Creina, vulture-wise, wriggled25 to windward: come from so far to pick her bones. And, look as I pleased, there was no other presence of man or of man’s handiwork; no Honolulu schooner26 lay there crowded with armed rivals, no smoke rose from the fire at which I fancied Trent cooking a meal of sea- birds. It seemed, after all, we were in time, and I drew a mighty27 breath.
I had not arrived at this reviving certainty before the breakers were already close aboard, the leadsman at his station, and the captain posted in the fore8 cross-trees to con7 us through the coral lumps of the lagoon. All circumstances were in our favour, the light behind, the sun low, the wind still fresh and steady, and the tide about the turn. A moment later we shot at racing28 speed betwixt two pier29 heads of broken water; the lead began to be cast, the captain to bawl30 down his anxious directions, the schooner to tack31 and dodge32 among the scattered33 dangers of the lagoon; and at one bell in the first dog watch, we had come to our anchor off the north-east end of Middle Brooks Island, in five fathoms35 water. The sails were gasketted and covered, the boats emptied of the miscellaneous stores and odds36 and ends of sea-furniture, that accumulate in the course of a voyage, the kedge sent ashore37, and the decks tidied down: a good three- quarters of an hour’s work, during which I raged about the deck like a man with a strong toothache. The transition from the wild sea to the comparative immobility of the lagoon had wrought38 strange distress39 among my nerves: I could not hold still whether in hand or foot; the slowness of the men, tired as dogs after our rough experience outside, irritated me like something personal; and the irrational40 screaming of the sea- birds saddened me like a dirge41. It was a relief when, with Nares, and a couple of hands, I might drop into the boat and move off at last for the Flying Scud.
“She looks kind of pitiful, don’t she?” observed the captain, nodding towards the wreck42, from which we were separated by some half a mile. “Looks as if she didn’t like her berth43, and Captain Trent had used her badly. Give her ginger44, boys!” he added to the hands, “and you can all have shore liberty to-night to see the birds and paint the town red.”
We all laughed at the pleasantry, and the boat skimmed the faster over the rippling45 face of the lagoon. The Flying Scud would have seemed small enough beside the wharves46 of San Francisco, but she was some thrice the size of the Norah Creina, which had been so long our continent; and as we craned up at her wall-sides, she impressed us with a mountain magnitude. She lay head to the reef, where the huge blue wall of the rollers was for ever ranging up and crumbling47 down; and to gain her starboard side, we must pass below the stern. The rudder was hard aport, and we could read the legend:
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On the other side, about the break of the poop, some half a fathom34 of rope ladder trailed over the rail, and by this we made our entrance.
She was a roomy ship inside, with a raised poop standing49 some three feet higher than the deck, and a small forward house, for the men’s bunks50 and the galley51, just abaft52 the foremast. There was one boat on the house, and another and larger one, in beds on deck, on either hand of it. She had been painted white, with tropical economy, outside and in; and we found, later on, that the stanchions of the rail, hoops53 of the scuttle54 but, etc., were picked out with green. At that time, however, when we first stepped aboard, all was hidden under the droppings of innumerable sea-birds.
The birds themselves gyrated and screamed meanwhile among the rigging; and when we looked into the galley, their outrush drove us back. Savage-looking fowl55 they were, savagely56 beaked57, and some of the black ones great as eagles. Half- buried in the slush, we were aware of a litter of kegs in the waist; and these, on being somewhat cleaned, proved to be water beakers and quarter casks of mess beef with some colonial brand, doubtless collected there before the Tempest hove in sight, and while Trent and his men had no better expectation than to strike for Honolulu in the boats. Nothing else was notable on deck, save where the loose topsail had played some havoc58 with the rigging, and there hung, and swayed, and sang in the declining wind, a raffle59 of intorted cordage.
With a shyness that was almost awe60, Nares and I descended61 the companion. The stair turned upon itself and landed us just forward of a thwart-ship bulkhead that cut the poop in two. The fore part formed a kind of miscellaneous store-room, with a double-bunked division for the cook (as Nares supposed) and second mate. The after part contained, in the midst, the main cabin, running in a kind of bow into the curvature of the stern; on the port side, a pantry opening forward and a stateroom for the mate; and on the starboard, the captain’s berth and water- closet. Into these we did but glance: the main cabin holding us. It was dark, for the sea-birds had obscured the skylight with their droppings; it smelt62 rank and fusty; and it was beset63 with a loud swarm64 of flies that beat continually in our faces. Supposing them close attendants upon man and his broken meat, I marvelled65 how they had found their way to Midway reef; it was sure at least some vessel66 must have brought them, and that long ago, for they had multiplied exceedingly. Part of the floor was strewn with a confusion of clothes, books, nautical67 instruments, odds and ends of finery, and such trash as might be expected from the turning out of several seamen’s chests, upon a sudden emergency and after a long cruise. It was strange in that dim cabin, quivering with the near thunder of the breakers and pierced with the screaming of the fowls68, to turn over so many things that other men had coveted69, and prized, and worn on their warm bodies — frayed70 old underclothing, pyjamas71 of strange design, duck suits in every stage of rustiness72, oil skins, pilot coats, bottles of scent73, embroidered74 shirts, jackets of Ponjee silk — clothes for the night watch at sea or the day ashore in the hotel verandah; and mingled75 among these, books, cigars, fancy pipes, quantities of tobacco, many keys, a rusty76 pistol, and a sprinkling of cheap curiosities — Benares brass77, Chinese jars and pictures, and bottles of odd shells in cotton, each designed no doubt for somebody at home — perhaps in Hull, of which Trent had been a native and his ship a citizen.
Thence we turned our attention to the table, which stood spread, as if for a meal, with stout78 ship’s crockery and the remains79 of food — a pot of marmalade, dregs of coffee in the mugs, unrecognisable remains of foods, bread, some toast, and a tin of condensed milk. The table-cloth, originally of a red colour, was stained a dark brown at the captain’s end, apparently80 with coffee; at the other end, it had been folded back, and a pen and ink-pot stood on the bare table. Stools were here and there about the table, irregularly placed, as though the meal had been finished and the men smoking and chatting; and one of the stools lay on the floor, broken.
“See! they were writing up the log,” said Nares, pointing to the ink-bottle. “Caught napping, as usual. I wonder if there ever was a captain yet, that lost a ship with his log-book up to date? He generally has about a month to fill up on a clean break, like Charles Dickens and his serial81 novels. — What a regular, lime- juicer spread!” he added contemptuously. “Marmalade — and toast for the old man! Nasty, slovenly82 pigs!”
There was something in this criticism of the absent that jarred upon my feelings. I had no love indeed for Captain Trent or any of his vanished gang; but the desertion and decay of this once habitable cabin struck me hard: the death of man’s handiwork is melancholy83 like the death of man himself; and I was impressed with an involuntary and irrational sense of tragedy in my surroundings.
“This sickens me,” I said. “Let’s go on deck and breathe.”
The captain nodded. “It IS kind of lonely, isn’t it?” he said. “But I can’t go up till I get the code signals. I want to run up ‘Got Left’ or something, just to brighten up this island home. Captain Trent hasn’t been here yet, but he’ll drop in before long; and it’ll cheer him up to see a signal on the brig.”
“Isn’t there some official expression we could use?” I asked, vastly taken by the fancy. “‘Sold for the benefit of the underwriters: for further particulars, apply to J. Pinkerton, Montana Block, S.F.’”
“Well,” returned Nares, “I won’t say but what an old navy quartermaster might telegraph all that, if you gave him a day to do it in and a pound of tobacco for himself. But it’s above my register. I must try something short and sweet: KB, urgent signal, ‘Heave all aback’; or LM, urgent, ‘The berth you’re now in is not safe’; or what do you say to PQH? —‘Tell my owners the ship answers remarkably84 well.’”
“It’s premature,” I replied; “but it seems calculated to give pain to Trent. PQH for me.”
The flags were found in Trent’s cabin, neatly85 stored behind a lettered grating; Nares chose what he required and (I following) returned on deck, where the sun had already dipped, and the dusk was coming.
“Here! don’t touch that, you fool!” shouted the captain to one of the hands, who was drinking from the scuttle but. “That water’s rotten!”
“Beg pardon, sir,” replied the man. “Tastes quite sweet.”
“Let me see,” returned Nares, and he took the dipper and held it to his lips. “Yes, it’s all right,” he said. “Must have rotted and come sweet again. Queer, isn’t it, Mr. Dodd? Though I’ve known the same on a Cape3 Horner.”
There was something in his intonation86 that made me look him in the face; he stood a little on tiptoe to look right and left about the ship, like a man filled with curiosity, and his whole expression and bearing testified to some suppressed excitement.
“You don’t believe what you’re saying!” I broke out.
“O, I don’t know but what I do!” he replied, laying a hand upon me soothingly87. “The thing’s very possible. Only, I’m bothered about something else.”
And with that he called a hand, gave him the code flags, and stepped himself to the main signal halliards, which vibrated under the weight of the ensign overhead. A minute later, the American colours, which we had brought in the boat, replaced the English red, and PQH was fluttering at the fore.
“Now, then,” said Nares, who had watched the breaking out of his signal with the old-maidish particularity of an American sailor, “out with those handspikes, and let’s see what water there is in the lagoon.”
The bars were shoved home; the barbarous cacophony89 of the clanking pump rose in the waist; and streams of ill-smelling water gushed90 on deck and made valleys in the slab91 guano. Nares leaned on the rail, watching the steady stream of bilge as though he found some interest in it.
“What is it that bothers you?” I asked.
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing shortly,” he replied. “But here’s another. Do you see those boats there, one on the house and two on the beds? Well, where is the boat Trent lowered when he lost the hands?”
“Got it aboard again, I suppose,” said I.
“Well, if you’ll tell me why!” returned the captain.
“Then it must have been another,” I suggested.
“She might have carried another on the main hatch, I won’t deny,” admitted Nares; “but I can’t see what she wanted with it, unless it was for the old man to go out and play the accordion92 in, on moonlight nights.”
“It can’t much matter, anyway,” I reflected.
“O, I don’t suppose it does,” said he, glancing over his shoulder at the spouting93 of the scuppers.
“And how long are we to keep up this racket?” I asked. “We’re simply pumping up the lagoon. Captain Trent himself said she had settled down and was full forward.”
“Did he?” said Nares, with a significant dryness. And almost as he spoke94 the pumps sucked, and sucked again, and the men threw down their bars. “There, what do you make of that?” he asked. “Now, I’ll tell, Mr. Dodd,” he went on, lowering his voice, but not shifting from his easy attitude against the rail, “this ship is as sound as the Norah Creina. I had a guess of it before we came aboard, and now I know.”
“It’s not possible!” I cried. “What do you make of Trent?”
“I don’t make anything of Trent; I don’t know whether he’s a liar88 or only an old wife; I simply tell you what’s the fact,” said Nares. “And I’ll tell you something more,” he added: “I’ve taken the ground myself in deep-water vessels95; I know what I’m saying; and I say that, when she first struck and before she bedded down, seven or eight hours’ work would have got this hooker off, and there’s no man that ever went two years to sea but must have known it.”
I could only utter an exclamation96.
Nares raised his finger warningly. “Don’t let THEM get hold of it,” said he. “Think what you like, but say nothing.”
I glanced round; the dusk was melting into early night; the twinkle of a lantern marked the schooner’s position in the distance; and our men, free from further labour, stood grouped together in the waist, their faces illuminated97 by their glowing pipes.
“Why didn’t Trent get her off?” inquired the captain. “Why did he want to buy her back in ‘Frisco for these fabulous98 sums, when he might have sailed her into the bay himself?”
“Perhaps he never knew her value until then,” I suggested.
“I wish we knew her value now,” exclaimed Nares. “However, I don’t want to depress you; I’m sorry for you, Mr. Dodd; I know how bothering it must be to you; and the best I can say’s this: I haven’t taken much time getting down, and now I’m here I mean to work this thing in proper style. I just want to put your mind at rest: you shall have no trouble with me.”
There was something trusty and friendly in his voice; and I found myself gripping hands with him, in that hard, short shake that means so much with English-speaking people.
“We’ll do, old fellow,” said he. “We’ve shaken down into pretty good friends, you and me; and you won’t find me working the business any the less hard for that. And now let’s scoot for supper.”
After supper, with the idle curiosity of the seafarer, we pulled ashore in a fine moonlight, and landed on Middle Brook’s Island. A flat beach surrounded it upon all sides; and the midst was occupied by a thicket99 of bushes, the highest of them scarcely five feet high, in which the sea-fowl lived. Through this we tried at first to strike; but it were easier to cross Trafalgar Square on a day of demonstration100 than to invade these haunts of sleeping sea-birds. The nests sank, and the eggs burst under footing; wings beat in our faces, beaks101 menaced our eyes, our minds were confounded with the screeching102, and the coil spread over the island and mounted high into the air.
“I guess we’ll saunter round the beach,” said Nares, when we had made good our retreat.
The hands were all busy after sea-birds’ eggs, so there were none to follow us. Our way lay on the crisp sand by the margin103 of the water: on one side, the thicket from which we had been dislodged; on the other, the face of the lagoon, barred with a broad path of moonlight, and beyond that, the line, alternately dark and shining, alternately hove high and fallen prone104, of the external breakers. The beach was strewn with bits of wreck and drift: some redwood and spruce logs, no less than two lower masts of junks, and the stern-post of a European ship; all of which we looked on with a shade of serious concern, speaking of the dangers of the sea and the hard case of castaways. In this sober vein105 we made the greater part of the circuit of the island; had a near view of its neighbour from the southern end; walked the whole length of the westerly side in the shadow of the thicket; and came forth106 again into the moonlight at the opposite extremity107.
On our right, at the distance of about half a mile, the schooner lay faintly heaving at her anchors. About half a mile down the beach, at a spot still hidden from us by the thicket, an upboiling of the birds showed where the men were still (with sailor-like insatiability) collecting eggs. And right before us, in a small indentation of the sand, we were aware of a boat lying high and dry, and right side up.
Nares crouched108 back into the shadow of the bushes.
“What the devil’s this?” he whispered.
“Trent,” I suggested, with a beating heart.
“We were damned fools to come ashore unarmed,” said he. “But I’ve got to know where I stand.” In the shadow, his face looked conspicuously109 white, and his voice betrayed a strong excitement. He took his boat’s whistle from his pocket. “In case I might want to play a tune,” said he, grimly, and thrusting it between his teeth, advanced into the moonlit open; which we crossed with rapid steps, looking guiltily about us as we went. Not a leaf stirred; and the boat, when we came up to it, offered convincing proof of long desertion. She was an eighteen-foot whaleboat of the ordinary type, equipped with oars110 and thole- pins. Two or three quarter-casks lay on the bilge amidships, one of which must have been broached111, and now stank112 horribly; and these, upon examination, proved to bear the same New Zealand brand as the beef on board the wreck.
“Well, here’s the boat,” said I; “here’s one of your difficulties cleared away.”
“H’m,” said he. There was a little water in the bilge, and here he stooped and tasted it.
“Fresh,” he said. “Only rain-water.”
“You don’t object to that?” I asked.
“No,” said he.
“Well, then, what ails18 you?” I cried.
“In plain United States, Mr. Dodd,” he returned, “a whaleboat, five ash sweeps, and a barrel of stinking113 pork.”
“Or, in other words, the whole thing?” I commented.
“Well, it’s this way,” he condescended114 to explain. “I’ve no use for a fourth boat at all; but a boat of this model tops the business. I don’t say the type’s not common in these waters; it’s as common as dirt; the traders carry them for surf-boats. But the Flying Scud? a deep-water tramp, who was lime-juicing around between big ports, Calcutta and Rangoon and ‘Frisco and the Canton River? No, I don’t see it.”
We were leaning over the gunwale of the boat as we spoke. The captain stood nearest the bow, and he was idly playing with the trailing painter, when a thought arrested him. He hauled the line in hand over hand, and stared, and remained staring, at the end.
“Anything wrong with it?” I asked.
“Do you know, Mr. Dodd,” said he, in a queer voice, “this painter’s been cut? A sailor always seizes a rope’s end, but this is sliced short off with the cold steel. This won’t do at all for the men,” he added. “Just stand by till I fix it up more natural.”
“Any guess what it all means?” I asked.
“Well, it means one thing,” said he. “It means Trent was a liar. I guess the story of the Flying Scud was a sight more picturesque115 than he gave out.”
Half an hour later, the whaleboat was lying astern of the Norah Creina; and Nares and I sought our bunks, silent and half- bewildered by our late discoveries.
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exclamation
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