I felt its dread22 for the first time in mid-Atlantic one day, many years ago, when we took off the crew of a Danish brig homeward bound from the West Indies. A thin, silvery mist softened23 the calm and majestic24 splendour of light without shadows — seemed to render the sky less remote and the ocean less immense. It was one of the days, when the might of the sea appears indeed lovable, like the nature of a strong man in moments of quiet intimacy25. At sunrise we had made out a black speck26 to the westward27, apparently28 suspended high up in the void behind a stirring, shimmering29 veil of silvery blue gauze that seemed at times to stir and float in the breeze which fanned us slowly along. The peace of that enchanting30 forenoon was so profound, so untroubled, that it seemed that every word pronounced loudly on our deck would penetrate32 to the very heart of that infinite mystery born from the conjunction of water and sky. We did not raise our voices. “A water-logged derelict, I think, sir,” said the second officer quietly, coming down from aloft with the binoculars33 in their case slung34 across his shoulders; and our captain, without a word, signed to the helmsman to steer35 for the black speck. Presently we made out a low, jagged stump36 sticking up forward — all that remained of her departed masts.
The captain was expatiating37 in a low conversational38 tone to the chief mate upon the danger of these derelicts, and upon his dread of coming upon them at night, when suddenly a man forward screamed out, “There’s people on board of her, sir! I see them!” in a most extraordinary voice — a voice never heard before in our ship; the amazing voice of a stranger. It gave the signal for a sudden tumult40 of shouts. The watch below ran up the forecastle head in a body, the cook dashed out of the galley41. Everybody saw the poor fellows now. They were there! And all at once our ship, which had the well-earned name of being without a rival for speed in light winds, seemed to us to have lost the power of motion, as if the sea, becoming viscous42, had clung to her sides. And yet she moved. Immensity, the inseparable companion of a ship’s life, chose that day to breathe upon her as gently as a sleeping child. The clamour of our excitement had died out, and our living ship, famous for never losing steerage way as long as there was air enough to float a feather, stole, without a ripple43, silent and white as a ghost, towards her mutilated and wounded sister, come upon at the point of death in the sunlit haze44 of a calm day at sea.
With the binoculars glued to his eyes, the captain said in a quavering tone: “They are waving to us with something aft there.” He put down the glasses on the skylight brusquely, and began to walk about the poop. “A shirt or a flag,” he ejaculated irritably45. “Can’t make it out . . . Some damn rag or other!” He took a few more turns on the poop, glancing down over the rail now and then to see how fast we were moving. His nervous footsteps rang sharply in the quiet of the ship, where the other men, all looking the same way, had forgotten themselves in a staring immobility. “This will never do!” he cried out suddenly. “Lower the boats at once! Down with them!”
Before I jumped into mine he took me aside, as being an inexperienced junior, for a word of warning:
“You look out as you come alongside that she doesn’t take you down with her. You understand?”
He murmured this confidentially46, so that none of the men at the falls should overhear, and I was shocked. “Heavens! as if in such an emergency one stopped to think of danger!” I exclaimed to myself mentally, in scorn of such cold-blooded caution.
It takes many lessons to make a real seaman, and I got my rebuke47 at once. My experienced commander seemed in one searching glance to read my thoughts on my ingenuous48 face.
“What you’re going for is to save life, not to drown your boat’s crew for nothing,” he growled49 severely50 in my ear. But as we shoved off he leaned over and cried out: “It all rests on the power of your arms, men. Give way for life!”
We made a race of it, and I would never have believed that a common boat’s crew of a merchantman could keep up so much determined51 fierceness in the regular swing of their stroke. What our captain had clearly perceived before we left had become plain to all of us since. The issue of our enterprise hung on a hair above that abyss of waters which will not give up its dead till the Day of Judgment52. It was a race of two ship’s boats matched against Death for a prize of nine men’s lives, and Death had a long start. We saw the crew of the brig from afar working at the pumps — still pumping on that wreck14, which already had settled so far down that the gentle, low swell53, over which our boats rose and fell easily without a check to their speed, welling up almost level with her head-rails, plucked at the ends of broken gear swinging desolately54 under her naked bowsprit.
We could not, in all conscience, have picked out a better day for our regatta had we had the free choice of all the days that ever dawned upon the lonely struggles and solitary55 agonies of ships since the Norse rovers first steered56 to the westward against the run of Atlantic waves. It was a very good race. At the finish there was not an oar39’s length between the first and second boat, with Death coming in a good third on the top of the very next smooth swell, for all one knew to the contrary. The scuppers of the brig gurgled softly all together when the water rising against her sides subsided57 sleepily with a low wash, as if playing about an immovable rock. Her bulwarks58 were gone fore31 and aft, and one saw her bare deck low-lying like a raft and swept clean of boats, spars, houses — of everything except the ringbolts and the heads of the pumps. I had one dismal59 glimpse of it as I braced60 myself up to receive upon my breast the last man to leave her, the captain, who literally61 let himself fall into my arms.
It had been a weirdly62 silent rescue — a rescue without a hail, without a single uttered word, without a gesture or a sign, without a conscious exchange of glances. Up to the very last moment those on board stuck to their pumps, which spouted63 two clear streams of water upon their bare feet. Their brown skin showed through the rents of their shirts; and the two small bunches of half-naked, tattered64 men went on bowing from the waist to each other in their back-breaking labour, up and down, absorbed, with no time for a glance over the shoulder at the help that was coming to them. As we dashed, unregarded, alongside a voice let out one, only one hoarse65 howl of command, and then, just as they stood, without caps, with the salt drying gray in the wrinkles and folds of their hairy, haggard faces, blinking stupidly at us their red eyelids67, they made a bolt away from the handles, tottering68 and jostling against each other, and positively69 flung themselves over upon our very heads. The clatter70 they made tumbling into the boats had an extraordinarily71 destructive effect upon the illusion of tragic72 dignity our self-esteem had thrown over the contests of mankind with the sea. On that exquisite73 day of gently breathing peace and veiled sunshine perished my romantic love to what men’s imagination had proclaimed the most august aspect of Nature. The cynical74 indifference75 of the sea to the merits of human suffering and courage, laid bare in this ridiculous, panic-tainted performance extorted76 from the dire77 extremity78 of nine good and honourable79 seamen80, revolted me. I saw the duplicity of the sea’s most tender mood. It was so because it could not help itself, but the awed81 respect of the early days was gone. I felt ready to smile bitterly at its enchanting charm and glare viciously at its furies. In a moment, before we shoved off, I had looked coolly at the life of my choice. Its illusions were gone, but its fascination83 remained. I had become a seaman at last.
We pulled hard for a quarter of an hour, then laid on our oars66 waiting for our ship. She was coming down on us with swelling84 sails, looking delicately tall and exquisitely85 noble through the mist. The captain of the brig, who sat in the stern sheets by my side with his face in his hands, raised his head and began to speak with a sort of sombre volubility. They had lost their masts and sprung a leak in a hurricane; drifted for weeks, always at the pumps, met more bad weather; the ships they sighted failed to make them out, the leak gained upon them slowly, and the seas had left them nothing to make a raft of. It was very hard to see ship after ship pass by at a distance, “as if everybody had agreed that we must be left to drown,” he added. But they went on trying to keep the brig afloat as long as possible, and working the pumps constantly on insufficient86 food, mostly raw, till “yesterday evening,” he continued monotonously87, “just as the sun went down, the men’s hearts broke.”
He made an almost imperceptible pause here, and went on again with exactly the same intonation88:
“They told me the brig could not be saved, and they thought they had done enough for themselves. I said nothing to that. It was true. It was no mutiny. I had nothing to say to them. They lay about aft all night, as still as so many dead men. I did not lie down. I kept a look-out. When the first light came I saw your ship at once. I waited for more light; the breeze began to fail on my face. Then I shouted out as loud as I was able, ‘Look at that ship!’ but only two men got up very slowly and came to me. At first only we three stood alone, for a long time, watching you coming down to us, and feeling the breeze drop to a calm almost; but afterwards others, too, rose, one after another, and by-and-by I had all my crew behind me. I turned round and said to them that they could see the ship was coming our way, but in this small breeze she might come too late after all, unless we turned to and tried to keep the brig afloat long enough to give you time to save us all. I spoke89 like that to them, and then I gave the command to man the pumps.”
He gave the command, and gave the example, too, by going himself to the handles, but it seems that these men did actually hang back for a moment, looking at each other dubiously90 before they followed him. “He! he! he!” He broke out into a most unexpected, imbecile, pathetic, nervous little giggle91. “Their hearts were broken so! They had been played with too long,” he explained apologetically, lowering his eyes, and became silent.
Twenty-five years is a long time — a quarter of a century is a dim and distant past; but to this day I remember the dark-brown feet, hands, and faces of two of these men whose hearts had been broken by the sea. They were lying very still on their sides on the bottom boards between the thwarts92, curled up like dogs. My boat’s crew, leaning over the looms93 of their oars, stared and listened as if at the play. The master of the brig looked up suddenly to ask me what day it was.
They had lost the date. When I told him it was Sunday, the 22nd, he frowned, making some mental calculation, then nodded twice sadly to himself, staring at nothing.
His aspect was miserably94 unkempt and wildly sorrowful. Had it not been for the unquenchable candour of his blue eyes, whose unhappy, tired glance every moment sought his abandoned, sinking brig, as if it could find rest nowhere else, he would have appeared mad. But he was too simple to go mad, too simple with that manly simplicity95 which alone can bear men unscathed in mind and body through an encounter with the deadly playfulness of the sea or with its less abominable96 fury.
Neither angry, nor playful, nor smiling, it enveloped97 our distant ship growing bigger as she neared us, our boats with the rescued men and the dismantled98 hull99 of the brig we were leaving behind, in the large and placid100 embrace of its quietness, half lost in the fair haze, as if in a dream of infinite and tender clemency101. There was no frown, no wrinkle on its face, not a ripple. And the run of the slight swell was so smooth that it resembled the graceful102 undulation of a piece of shimmering gray silk shot with gleams of green. We pulled an easy stroke; but when the master of the brig, after a glance over his shoulder, stood up with a low exclamation103, my men feathered their oars instinctively104, without an order, and the boat lost her way.
He was steadying himself on my shoulder with a strong grip, while his other arm, flung up rigidly106, pointed107 a denunciatory finger at the immense tranquillity108 of the ocean. After his first exclamation, which stopped the swing of our oars, he made no sound, but his whole attitude seemed to cry out an indignant “Behold!” . . . I could not imagine what vision of evil had come to him. I was startled, and the amazing energy of his immobilized gesture made my heart beat faster with the anticipation109 of something monstrous110 and unsuspected. The stillness around us became crushing.
For a moment the succession of silky undulations ran on innocently. I saw each of them swell up the misty111 line of the horizon, far, far away beyond the derelict brig, and the next moment, with a slight friendly toss of our boat, it had passed under us and was gone. The lulling112 cadence113 of the rise and fall, the invariable gentleness of this irresistible114 force, the great charm of the deep waters, warmed my breast deliciously, like the subtle poison of a love-potion. But all this lasted only a few soothing115 seconds before I jumped up too, making the boat roll like the veriest landlubber.
Something startling, mysterious, hastily confused, was taking place. I watched it with incredulous and fascinated awe82, as one watches the confused, swift movements of some deed of violence done in the dark. As if at a given signal, the run of the smooth undulations seemed checked suddenly around the brig. By a strange optical delusion116 the whole sea appeared to rise upon her in one overwhelming heave of its silky surface, where in one spot a smother117 of foam118 broke out ferociously119. And then the effort subsided. It was all over, and the smooth swell ran on as before from the horizon in uninterrupted cadence of motion, passing under us with a slight friendly toss of our boat. Far away, where the brig had been, an angry white stain undulating on the surface of steely-gray waters, shot with gleams of green, diminished swiftly, without a hiss120, like a patch of pure snow melting in the sun. And the great stillness after this initiation121 into the sea’s implacable hate seemed full of dread thoughts and shadows of disaster.
“Gone!” ejaculated from the depths of his chest my bowman in a final tone. He spat122 in his hands, and took a better grip on his oar. The captain of the brig lowered his rigid105 arm slowly, and looked at our faces in a solemnly conscious silence, which called upon us to share in his simple-minded, marvelling123 awe. All at once he sat down by my side, and leaned forward earnestly at my boat’s crew, who, swinging together in a long, easy stroke, kept their eyes fixed124 upon him faithfully.
“No ship could have done so well,” he addressed them firmly, after a moment of strained silence, during which he seemed with trembling lips to seek for words fit to bear such high testimony125. “She was small, but she was good. I had no anxiety. She was strong. Last voyage I had my wife and two children in her. No other ship could have stood so long the weather she had to live through for days and days before we got dismasted a fortnight ago. She was fairly worn out, and that’s all. You may believe me. She lasted under us for days and days, but she could not last for ever. It was long enough. I am glad it is over. No better ship was ever left to sink at sea on such a day as this.”
He was competent to pronounce the funereal126 oration127 of a ship, this son of ancient sea-folk, whose national existence, so little stained by the excesses of manly virtues128, had demanded nothing but the merest foothold from the earth. By the merits of his sea-wise forefathers129 and by the artlessness of his heart, he was made fit to deliver this excellent discourse130. There was nothing wanting in its orderly arrangement — neither piety131 nor faith, nor the tribute of praise due to the worthy132 dead, with the edifying133 recital134 of their achievement. She had lived, he had loved her; she had suffered, and he was glad she was at rest. It was an excellent discourse. And it was orthodox, too, in its fidelity to the cardinal135 article of a seaman’s faith, of which it was a single-minded confession136. “Ships are all right.” They are. They who live with the sea have got to hold by that creed137 first and last; and it came to me, as I glanced at him sideways, that some men were not altogether unworthy in honour and conscience to pronounce the funereal eulogium of a ship’s constancy in life and death.
After this, sitting by my side with his loosely-clasped hands hanging between his knees, he uttered no word, made no movement till the shadow of our ship’s sails fell on the boat, when, at the loud cheer greeting the return of the victors with their prize, he lifted up his troubled face with a faint smile of pathetic indulgence. This smile of the worthy descendant of the most ancient sea-folk whose audacity and hardihood had left no trace of greatness and glory upon the waters, completed the cycle of my initiation. There was an infinite depth of hereditary138 wisdom in its pitying sadness. It made the hearty139 bursts of cheering sound like a childish noise of triumph. Our crew shouted with immense confidence — honest souls! As if anybody could ever make sure of having prevailed against the sea, which has betrayed so many ships of great “name,” so many proud men, so many towering ambitions of fame, power, wealth, greatness!
As I brought the boat under the falls my captain, in high good-humour, leaned over, spreading his red and freckled140 elbows on the rail, and called down to me sarcastically141, out of the depths of his cynic philosopher’s beard:
“So you have brought the boat back after all, have you?”
Sarcasm142 was “his way,” and the most that can be said for it is that it was natural. This did not make it lovable. But it is decorous and expedient143 to fall in with one’s commander’s way. “Yes. I brought the boat back all right, sir,” I answered. And the good man believed me. It was not for him to discern upon me the marks of my recent initiation. And yet I was not exactly the same youngster who had taken the boat away — all impatience144 for a race against death, with the prize of nine men’s lives at the end.
Already I looked with other eyes upon the sea. I knew it capable of betraying the generous ardour of youth as implacably as, indifferent to evil and good, it would have betrayed the basest greed or the noblest heroism145. My conception of its magnanimous greatness was gone. And I looked upon the true sea — the sea that plays with men till their hearts are broken, and wears stout146 ships to death. Nothing can touch the brooding bitterness of its heart. Open to all and faithful to none, it exercises its fascination for the undoing147 of the best. To love it is not well. It knows no bond of plighted148 troth, no fidelity to misfortune, to long companionship, to long devotion. The promise it holds out perpetually is very great; but the only secret of its possession is strength, strength — the jealous, sleepless149 strength of a man guarding a coveted150 treasure within his gates.
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