‘The dead calm,’ said I, ‘gives you a young lady’s appetite.’
‘I am here,’ she answered, ‘because I do not know where else to be.’
‘You are here,’ said I, ‘because you are good and kind, and know that I delight in your society.’
She fanned herself. As the mercury rises past a certain degree sentiment falls. Emotion lies north and south of the line, hardly on it unless in a black skin. How death-like was the repose5 upon the yacht! The sun had gone out in the western thickness with a flare6 like the snuff of a blown-out candle, and a sort of brown dimness as of smoke followed him instead of the staring red and living glare that accompanies his descent in clear weather in those parts. The cabin lamp was lighted; it hung without a phantom7 of vibration8, and sitting at that table was like eating in one’s dining room ashore9. I glanced my eye round the interior. Delicate and elegant was the appearance of the cabin. The mirrors multiplied the white oil flames of the silver burners; the carpet, the drapery, the upholstery of chairs and couches stole out in rich soft dyes upon the gaze. The table was radiant with white damask and[275] glass and plate and plants. Confronting me was the charming figure of the sweet girl with whom I had been intimately associated for several weeks. Her golden hair sparkled in the lamplight; from time to time she would lift her violet eye with a drowsy10 gleam in it to mine.
‘Heat depresses the spirits,’ said I. ‘I feel dull. What is going to happen, I wonder?’
‘Is the wind ever likely to blow again?’ she asked.
‘Yes, I shall have the pleasure of conducting you on deck presently, when I will show you a fine bank of clouds in the south that will be revealed to us by lightning, if I truly gather the character of the vapour from the bronzed lines of it which I witnessed a little while ago.’
‘Have you seen Wilfrid since lunch?’
‘Yes; he talks very sensibly. He beckoned11 me to his bunk12 side to whisper that Cutbill made him laugh. Anything to divert the dear fellow’s mind. I presume you have seen nothing of Lady Monson?’
‘Nothing,’ she answered, fanning her pale face till the yellow hair upon her brow danced as though some invisible hand was showering gold dust upon her.
‘Jacob Crimp,’ said I softly, ‘is of opinion that he could drive Wilfrid on deck by blacking his face, looking in upon him through his open porthole, and calling himself the devil.’
‘He need not black his face,’ said she, with the first smile that I had seen upon her lip that day, ‘but if he does anything of the sort I hope he will be treated as Muffin was.’
‘Yet I am of opinion,’ said I, ‘that a great fright would impel13 Wilfrid to make for the door. He would pass through it of course, and then his hallucination would fall from him.’
She shook her head. ‘You must not allow him to be frightened, Mr. Monson.’
‘Depend upon it I shan’t,’ I replied. ‘I merely repeat a sour seaman’s rude and homely15 prescription16.’
As I spoke17 the yacht slightly rolled, and simultaneously18 with the movement, as it seemed, one felt the dead atmosphere of the cabin set in motion.
‘Good!’ I cried, ‘’tis the first of the change. Now heave to it, my beauty!’
Again the yacht softly dipped her side. I jumped up to look at the tell-tale compass, and as I did so the skylight glanced to a pale glare as of sheet lightning. I waited a minute to mark the rolling of the craft that was now dipping sluggishly19 but steadfastly20 with rhythmic21 regularity22 on undulations which were still exceedingly weak, and found the set of the suddenly risen swell23 to be north as near as I could judge.
‘Well, Miss Laura,’ said I, ‘I think now we may calculate upon a breeze of wind, presently, from a right quarter too.’
I looked at the hour; it was twenty minutes to eight. The[276] death-like hush24 was broken; the preternatural repose of the last day and night gone. Once more you heard the old familiar straining sounds, the click of hooked doors, the feeble grinding of bulkheads, with the muffled25 gurgling of water outside mingled26 with the frequent flap of canvas; but I could be sure that there was no breath of air as yet; not the least noise of rippling27 flowed to the ear, and the yacht still lay broadside on to her course.
‘Let us go on deck,’ said I.
She sent her maid, who was passing at the moment, for her hat, and we left the cabin.
‘Hillo!’ I cried as I emerged from the companion, holding her hand that lay almost as cold in mine as if it were formed of the snow which it resembled, ‘there’s another of your friends up there, Miss Laura,’ and I pointed28 to the topgallant yardarm, upon which was floating a corposant, ghastly of hue29 but beautiful in brilliance30.
She looked up and spoke as though she shuddered31. ‘Those things frighten me. What can be more ghostly than a light that is kindled32 as that is? Oh, Mr. Monson, what a wild flash of lightning!’
A wild flash it was, though as far off as the horizon. Indeed it was more than one stroke: a copper-coloured blaze that seemed to fill the heavens behind the clouds with fire, against which incandescent33 background the sky-line of the long roll of vapour stood out in vast billows black as pitch, whilst from the heart of the mass there fell a light like a fireball, to which the sea there leapt out yellow as molten gold.
I strained my ear. ‘No thunder as yet,’ said I. ‘I hope it is not going to prove a mere14 electric storm, flames and detonations34 and an up and down cataract35 of rain breathless in its passage with a deader calm yet to follow.’
All at once the light at the topgallant yardarm vanished, a soft air blew, and there arose from alongside a delicate, small, fairy-like noise of the lipping and sipping36 of ripples37.
‘Oh, how heavenly is this wind!’ exclaimed Miss Laura, reviving on a sudden like a gas-dried flower in a shower of rain; ‘it brings my spirits back to me.’
‘Trim sail the watch!’ bawled38 Crimp. But there was little to trim; all day long the yacht had lain partially39 stripped. No good, Finn had said, in exposing canvas to mere deadness. She wheeled slowly to the control of her helm, bowing tenderly upon the swell that was now running steadily40 with an almost imperceptible gathering41 of weight in its folds, and presently she was crawling along with her head pointing north before the weak fanning, with the lightning astern of her making her canvas come and go upon the darkness as though lanterns green and rose-bright were being flashed from the deck upon the cloths. The sea was pale with fire round about us. Indeed the air was so charged with electricity that I felt the tingling43 of it in the skin of my head as though it were in[277] contact with some galvanic appliance, and I recollect44 pulling off my cap whilst I asked Miss Laura if she could see any sparks darting45 out of my hair. The skylight, gratings, whatever one could sit upon, streamed with dew. I called to the steward46 for a couple of camp-stools and placed them so as to obtain the full benefit of the draught47 feebly breezing down out of the swinging space of the mainsail. The air was hot, and under the high sun it would doubtless have blown with a parching48 bite that must have rendered it even less endurable than the motionless atmosphere of the calm; but the dew moistened it now; it was a damp night air, with a smell of rain behind it besides, and the gushing50 of it upon the face was inexpressibly delicious and refreshing51.
‘We are but little better than insects,’ said Miss Laura; ‘entirely the children of the weather.’
‘Rather compare us to birds,’ said I; ‘I don’t like insects.’
‘You complained of feeling depressed52 just now, Mr. Monson. Are you better?’
‘I am the better for this air, certainly,’ said I, ‘but I don’t feel particularly cheerful. I shouldn’t care to go to a pantomime, for instance, nor should I much enjoy a dance. What is it? The influence of that heap of electricity out yonder, I suppose,’ I added, looking at the dense53 black massed-up line of cloud astern, over all parts of which there was an incessant54 play of lightning, with copperish glances behind that gave a lining55 of fire to the edges of the higher reaches of the vast coast of vapour. It was like watching some gigantic hangings of tapestry56 wrought57 in flame. The imagination rather than the eye witnessed a hundred fantastic representations—heads of horses, helmets, profiles of titanic58 human faces, banners and feathers, and I know not what besides. It was very dark overhead and past the bows; the thickness that had been upon the sky all day was still there; not the leanest phantom of star showed, and the stoop of the heavens seemed the nearer and the blacker for the flashings over our taffrail, and for the pale phosphoric sheets which went wavering on all sides towards the murkiness59 of the horizon.
I spied Finn conversing60 with Crimp at the gangway; the lightning astern was as moonlight sometimes, and I could see both men looking aloft and at the weather in the south and consulting. In a few minutes they came our way.
‘What is it to be, Finn?’ said I.
‘Well, sir,’ he answered, ‘this here swell that’s slowly a-gathering means wind. It will be but little more, though, than an electric squall, I think—a deal of fire and hissing61 and a burst of breeze, and then quietness again with the black smother62 spitting itself out ahead. The barometer63 don’t seem to give more caution than that anyway, sir. But there’s never no trusting what ye can’t see through.’
He turned to Crimp. ‘Better take the mainsail off her, Jacob,’[278] said he, ‘and let her slide along under her foresail till we see what all that there yonder sinnifies.’
The order was given; the sailors tumbled aft; the great stretch of glimmering64, ashen65 cloths, burning and blackening alternately as they reflected the tempestuous66 flares67 withered68 upon the dusk as the peak and throat halliards were settled away; the sail was furled, the huge mainboom secured, and the watch went forward softly as cats upon their naked feet.
Ha! what is that? Right ahead, on a line with our bowsprit, there leapt from the black breast of the sea, on the very edge of the ocean, if not past it, a body of flame, brilliant as sunshine but of the hue of pale blood. It came and went, but whilst it lived it made a ghastly and terrifying daylight of the heavens and the water in the north, revealing the line of the horizon as though the sun’s upper limb were on a level with it till the circle of the sea could have been followed to either quarter.
‘That was not lightning,’ cried Miss Laura in a voice of alarm.
‘Finn,’ I shouted, ‘did you see that?’
‘Ay, sir,’ he cried with an accent of astonishment69 from the opposite side of the deck.
‘What in the name of thunder was it, think you?’ I inquired.
‘Looked to me like a cloud of fire dropped clean out of the sky, sir,’ he answered.
‘No, no,’ exclaimed the hoarse70 voice of the fellow who grasped the helm, ‘my eye was on it, capt’n. It rose up.’
‘Listen,’ cried I, ‘if any report follows it.’
But we could hear no sound save the distant muttering of thunder astern.
‘It looked as though a ship had blown up,’ said Miss Laura.
‘I say, captain,’ I called, ‘d’ye think it likely that a vessel71 has exploded down there?’
‘There’s been nothen in sight, sir,’ he answered.
‘And why? Because the atmosphere has been blind all day,’ I replied. ‘You’d see the light of an explosion when the craft herself would be hidden.’
‘’Twarn’t no ship, sir,’ muttered the fellow at the wheel, considering himself licensed72 by the excitement of the moment to deliver his opinion. ‘I once see the like of such a flare as that off the Maldives.’
‘What was it?’ inquired Miss Laura.
‘A sea-quake, miss.’
‘Ha!’ I exclaimed, ‘that’ll be it, Finn.’
We fell silent, all of us gazing intently ahead, never knowing but that another wild light would show that way at any moment. Though I was willing enough to believe it to have been a volcanic73 upheaval74 of flame, I had still a fancy that it might be an explosion on board a ship too, some big craft that had been out of sight all day in the thickness; and I kept my eyes fixed75 upon the horizon in that quarter with a half-formed fancy in me of witnessing some[279]thing there by the light of some stronger flash than the rest out of the stalking and lifting blackness astern of us.
‘I cannot help thinking,’ said Miss Laura, rising as she spoke, and arching her fingers above her eyes to peer through the hollow of her hands, ‘that I sometimes see a pale, steam-like column resembling ascending76 smoke that spreads out on top in the form of a palm-tree. Now I see it!’ she cried, as a brilliant flash behind us sent its ghastly yellow into the far confines ahead, till the whole ocean lifted dark and flat to it.
The thunder began to rattle77 ominously78, the light breeze faltered79, and the foresail swung sulkily to the bowing of the vessel upon the swell that was distinctly increasing in weight. We all looked, but none of us could distinguish anything resembling the appearance the girl indicated.
‘If the flame rose from the sea,’ said I, ‘it is tolerably certain to have sent up a great body of steam. That is, no doubt, what you see, Miss Jennings.’
‘It lingers,’ she exclaimed, continuing to stare.
‘The draught’s a-taking off,’ rumbled80 Finn. ‘Stand by for a neat little shower.’
As the air died away it grew stiflingly81 hot again, hotter, it seemed, than it was before the breeze blew. The huge volumes of dense shadows astern were literally82 raining lightning; the swell ran in molten glass, and the still comparatively subdued83 roar of the thunder came rolling along those sweeping84, polished brows as though the ocean were an echoing floor and there were a body of giants away down where the lightning was sending colossal85 bowls at us.
All at once, and in a manner to drive the breath out of one’s body with the suddenness and astonishment of it, the yacht’s bows rose to a huge roller that came rushing at her from right ahead. Up she soared till I dare say she showed twenty foot of her keel forward out of water. The vast liquid mass swept past the sides with a roar that drowned the cannonading of the heavens. Down flashed the vessel’s bows whilst her stern stood up as though she were making her last plunge86. I grasped Laura by the waist, clipping hold of a backstay just in time to save us both from being dashed on the deck. Finn staggered and was thrown. Out of the obscurity in the fore42 part of the schooner87 rose a wild, hoarse cry of dismay and confusion mingled with the din1 of crockery tumbling and breaking below, and the grinding sound of movable objects sliding from their places. Heaven and earth, what is it? Another! Not so mountainous this time, but a terribly heavy roller nevertheless. Up rose the yacht again to it, then down fell her stem with a boiling of white waters about her bow, amid the seething88 of which and the thunder of the liquid volume rushing from off our counter you heard a second cry, or rather groan89 of amazement90 and alarm, from the sailors forward, with more distracting noises below.
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I continued to grip Laura and to hold firmly to the backstay with my wits almost scattered91 by the incredible violence of the yacht’s soaring and plunging92, and by the utter unexpectedness of the swift, brief, headlong dance. But now the yacht floated on a level keel again and continued so to float, the calm being as dead as ever it had been in the most stagnant93 hour of the day, saving always the southerly undulation which the two gigantic rollers had temporarily flattened94 out, though the heaving presently began again. I saw Finn rubbing his nose like a dazed man as he stood staring towards the lightning.
‘What could it have been?’ cried Laura.
‘Two volcanic seas, mum,’ answered the fellow who grasped the wheel; ‘there’s most times three. Capt’n, beg pardon, sir, but that’ll ha’ been a mighty95 bust96 up yonder to have raised a weight of rollers to be felt as them two was all this distance away.’
‘The most surprising thing that ever happened to me, Mr. Monson,’ cried Finn, still bewildered.
A great drop of rain—a drop do I call it? it seemed as big as a hen’s egg—splashed upon my face, and at the same moment a flash of lightning swept an effulgence97 as of noontide into heaven and ocean, followed rapidly by an ear-splitting burst of thunder.
‘Finn’s little shower is beginning,’ said I, grasping Laura’s hand; ‘let us take shelter. Anyway the wet should cool the atmosphere if no wind follows. Bless me! how disgusting if it’s to prove merely a thunderstorm.’
I conducted her to the cabin. At the foot of the companion steps stood Lady Monson. She was without a hat, her face was of a deadly white, her large black eyes glowed with terror, her hair was roughly adjusted on her head, and long raven-hued tresses of it lay upon her shoulder and hung down her back. I could well believe that the old lord whom Laura had met at my cousin’s found something in this woman’s tragic98 airs and stately person to remind him of Mrs. Siddons as Lady Macbeth.
‘What has happened?’ she exclaimed, addressing me without noticing her sister. I explained. ‘Are we in danger?’ she exclaimed, with an imperious sweep of her fiery99 eyes over my figure as though she could not constrain100 herself to the condescension101 of looking me full in the face.
‘I believe not,’ said I coldly, making as though to pass on, for I abhorred102 her manner and was shocked by her treatment of her sister.
She stood a moment looking up; but there came just then a fierce flash of lightning; she covered her eyes; at the same moment somebody on deck closed the companion. She then, without regarding us, went to her cabin.
Hardly had we seated ourselves when down plumped the rain. It seemed to roll over the edge of the cloud like the falls of Niagara, in a vast unbroken sheet of water. There was as much hail as rain; the stones of the bigness you find only in the tropics, where there[281] is plenty of lightning to manufacture them, and the sound of the downrush as it struck the deck and set the sea boiling was so deafening103 that, though the thunder was roaring almost overhead, nothing was to be heard of it. The lightning was horribly brilliant, and the cabin seemed filled with the sulphur-smelling blazes, though there was only a comparatively small skylight for them to show through. In a few minutes the rush of rain slackened, the volleying claps and rolling peals104 of thunder were to be heard again, with a noise, in the intervals105, of the gushing of water overboard from our filled decks.
‘I hope the lightning will not strike the yacht,’ exclaimed Laura.
‘There is no safer place in a thunderstorm than a vessel in the middle of the wide ocean,’ I answered.
At that moment the burly form of Cutbill came out of Wilfrid’s cabin. His head dodged106 to right and left awhile in the corridor whilst he sought to make out who we were; then distinguishing us he approached.
‘Beg pardon, sir,’ he exclaimed, ‘but his honour’s growed very crazy, and wants to know what was the cause of the yacht pitching so heavily just now.’
‘I will go to his berth108 and explain,’ said I.
‘Oh, Mr. Monson, please don’t leave me,’ cried Laura. ‘The lightning terrifies me.’
‘Then Cutbill,’ said I, ‘give my love to Sir Wilfrid and tell him that the pitching of the yacht was to a couple of seas caused, as we suppose, by a submarine earthquake away down in the north, probably fifteen miles distant.’
‘Thought as much, sir,’ said Cutbill, from whose face the perspiration109 was streaming, whilst his immense whiskers sparkled like a dew-laden bramble-bush in sunrise.
‘Also explain that I do not desire to leave Miss Jennings until this deafening and blinding business is over. I shall hope to carry my pipe to his berth by-and-by. But it must be very hot for you, Cutbill, in that cabin?’
‘Melting, sir. I feel to be a-draining away. Reckon there’ll be nothen left of me but my clothes if this here lasts.’
‘How is Sir Wilfrid?’
‘Well, sir, to be honest, I don’t at all like what I see in him. There’s come a sing’ler alteration110 in him. Can’t xactly describe it, sir; sort of stillness, and a queer whiteness of face, and a constant watching of me; his eyes are never off me, indeed. The heat’ll have a deal to do with it, I dessay.’
‘Some change may be at hand,’ said I, ‘from which he may emerge with his miserable111 hallucinations gone. Yet the heat should account for a deal too. Give him my message, Cutbill.’
The man knuckled112 his forehead and withdrew. The heat was so great owing to the companion hatch and skylight being closed, that my sweet companion seemed half-dead with it, and leaned[282] against me with her eyes closed, almost in a swoon. But the worst of the storm was over apparently113, for the rain had ceased, and though the lightning was still intensely vivid, one knew by the sound of the thunder that what was fiercest had forged ahead of us and was settling away into the north. I called to the steward to open the companion doors and report the state of the weather. The moment the hatch lay clear to the night I felt a gush49 of refreshing and rain-sweetened air. Laura sat upright and gave a deep sigh.
‘Does it rain, steward?’ I sung out.
‘No, sir.’
‘Tell Captain Finn,’ said I, ‘to get some space of deck swabbed dry for Miss Jennings. The heat here is too much for the young lady.’
In a few moments I heard the slapping of several swabs and Finn’s long face glimmered114 through the open skylight. ‘The weather’s a-clearing, sir,’ he called down. ‘There’s a nice little air a-blowing. The lady’ll find the port side of the quarter-deck comfortable now.’
I conducted the girl up the ladder, but she kept her hand in my arm. Her manner had something of clinging in it, not wholly due to fear either. It was, in fact, as though she was influenced by an overpowering sense of loneliness, easy to understand when one thought of Wilfrid lying mad in his cabin and her sister shunning115 her with hate and rage.
What Finn meant by saying the weather was clearing I could not quite understand. It was pitch black to windward, that is to say, right over the stern, whence there was a small breeze blowing in faint, fitful, weak gusts116 as though irresolute117. The thunderstorm was ahead and its rage seemed spent, for the lightning was no longer plentiful118 or brilliant and the thunder had faded into a sullen119 muttering. A lantern or two had been brought up from below by whose feeble lustre120 you witnessed the shadowy forms of seamen121 swabbing the decks or squeezing the water with scrubbing-brushes into the scuppers. The dark swell ran regularly and with power from the south, but there was nothing to be seen of it saving here and there the glittering of green sea fire upon some running brow to let you guess how tall it was. I went aft with Laura and looked over; the wake was a mere dim, glistening122, crawling, dying out after a few fathoms123. Indeed, the yacht had but the foresail on her with a headsail or two, and she seemed to owe what small way she was making more to the heave of the swell than to the light breeze. The darkness was a wonderful jumble124 of shadows. I never remember the like of such confusion of inky dyes. The obscurity resembled an atmosphere of smoke denser125 in one place than another, a little thin yonder, then just over the mastheads a stooping belly126 of soot127, elsewhere a sort of faintness merging128 into impenetrable darkness.
‘Lay aft and loose the mains’l,’ rattled129 out Finn. ‘Double reef and then set it.’
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The breeze now began to freshen; the watch came running on to the quarter-deck, and presently the wan107 space of double-reefed canvas slowly mounted.
‘I wish it would brighten a bit astern,’ said I; ‘no wolf’s throat could be blacker. There’ll be more than a capful of wind there, but it will blow the right way for us, so let it come.’
‘I feel,’ said Laura, ‘as though I had recovered perfect health after a dreadful illness.’
‘Now she walks,’ cried Finn, approaching where we stood to peer over the side; ‘blow, my sweet breeze. By the nose on my face, Mr. Monson, I smell a strong wind a-coming.’
It did not need the faculty130 of smell to hit the truth. The breeze was freshening as if by magic. A little sea was already running and the yeasty flashing of breaking heads spread far into the gloom. A loud noise of torn and simmering waters came from the bows and a white race of foam131 was speeding arrowlike from under the counter.
‘There is my sister,’ whispered Laura.
I instantly spied the tall figure of Lady Monson standing132 on the top step of the companion ladder taking in the deep refreshment133 of the wind. She stepped on to the deck, approached, saw us, and crossed to the other side. She called to Captain Finn.
‘Yes, my lady.’
‘A chair, if you please. I will sit here.’
A seat was procured134 from the cabin and placed for her abreast135 of the wheel close against the bulwarks136. This time Laura was not to be driven below by the presence of her sister. The heat in the cabin outweighed138 her sensitiveness, and then again there was the darkness of the night which sundered139 the sides of the deck as effectually as if each had been as far off as the horizon. Yet for all that, the sort of fear in which she held Lady Monson subdued her now through the mere sense of the woman being near, scarce visible as she was, just a shadow against the bulwarks. I had to bend my ear to catch her voice through the hissing of the wind aloft and the singing and the seething of the foam alongside, so low was her utterance140. We sat together right aft against the grating on the port side. The helmsman stood near with his eyes on the illuminated141 compass bowl, the reflection of which touched him as with a lining of phosphor and exposed a kind of gilded142 outline of his figure against the blackness as he stood swinging upon the wheel with a twirl of it now and again to left or to right as the vessel’s course on the compass card floated to port or starboard of the lubber’s mark. Though it was Finn’s watch below he kept the deck with Crimp, rendered uneasy by the thunder-black look of the night, along with the freshening wind and the lift of seas leaping with a foul143-weather snappishness off the ebony slopes of the swell that had grown somewhat heavy and hollow. I could just distinguish the dark forms of the two men pacing the deck abreast of the gangway. The main sheet was well eased off, the great[284] boom swung fairly over the quarter, and there was a note of howling in the pouring of the wind, as it swept with increasing power into the glimmering ashen hollow of the reefed canvas and rushed away out from under the foot of it. There was no more lightning; the sea with its glancings of foam went black as ink to the ink of the heavens. There was no star, no break of faintness on high. The yacht flashed through the mighty shadow, whitening a long narrow furrow144 behind her, and helped by every dusky fold that drove roaring to her counter.
On a sudden there arose a loud and fearful cry forward.
‘Breakers ahead!’
The hoarse voice rang aft sheer through the shrill145 volume of the wind strong as a trumpet-note with the astonishment and fear in it.
Finn went to the side to look over, whilst I heard him roar out to Crimp, ‘Breakers in his eye. The nearest land’s a thousand miles off.’
I jumped up and thrust my head over the rail and saw, sure enough, startlingly close ahead a throbbing146 white line that, let it be what else it might, bore an amazing resemblance to the boiling of surf at the base of a cliff. There was nothing else to be seen; the pallid147 streak148 stretched some distance to right and left. ‘It’ll be a tide rip, sir!’ shouted Finn to me, and his figure melted into the obscurity as he went forward to view the appearance from the forecastle.
I continued peering. ‘No, it is breakers by heaven!’ I cried, with a wild leap of my heart into my very throat to the dull thunderous warring note I had caught during an instant’s lull149 in the sweep of the wind past my ear.
Laura came to my side; we strained our eyes together.
‘Breakers, my God!’ I cried again, ‘we shall be into them in a minute.’
Then out of the blackness of the forecastle there came from Finn, though ’twas hard to recognise his voice, a fierce, half-shrieking cry: ‘Hard a starboard! Hard a starboard!’
I rushed to the wheel to assist the man in putting it hard over. At that instant the yacht struck! In a breath the scene became a hellish commotion150 of white waters leaping and bursting fiercely alongside, of yells and cries from the men, of screams from Lady Monson, of the grinding and splintering of wood, the cracking of spars, the furious beating of canvas. I felt the hull151 lifted under my feet with a brief sensation of hurling152, then crash! she struck again. The shock threw me on my back; though I was half-stunned I can distinctly recollect hearing the ear-splitting, soul-subduing noise of the fall of the mainmast, that broke midway its height and fell with all its gear and weight of canvas like a thunderbolt from the heavens on the port side of the vessel, shattering whole fathoms of bulwark137. I sprang to my feet; Laura had me by the arm when I fell and she still clung to me. There was a life-buoy close beside[285] us; it hung by a laniard to a peg153. I whipped it off and got it over Laura’s head and under her arms, and the next thing I remember is dragging her towards the forecastle, where I conceived our best chance would lie.
What had we struck? There was no land hereabouts. If we had not run foul of the hulk of some huge derelict buried from the sight in the blackness and revealing nothing but the foam of the seas beating against it, then we must have been caught by a second volcanic upheaval into whose fury we had rushed whilst the devilish agitation154 was in full play. So I thought, and so I remember thinking; but that even a rational reflection could have entered my mind at such a time, that my brain should have retained the power of keeping its wits in the least degree collected, I cannot but regard as a miracle, when I look back out of this calm mood into the distraction155 and horror and death of that hideous156 night. The seas were breaking in thunder shocks over the vessel; the wind was hoary157 with flying clouds of froth. In a few instants the ‘Bride’ had become a complete wreck158 aloft. Upon whatever it was that she had struck she was rapidly pounding herself into staves, and the horrible work was being expedited outside her by the blows of the wreckage159 of spars which the seas poised160 and hurled161 at her with the weight and rage of battering-rams. The decks were yawning and splitting under foot; every white curl of sea flung inboard black fragments of the hull. There is nothing in language to express the uproar162, the cries and groans163 and screams of men maimed and mutilated by the fall of the spars or drowning alongside. I thought of Wilfrid; but the life of the girl who was clinging to me was dearer to my heart than his or my own. I could hear Lady Monson screaming somewhere forward as I dragged Laura towards the forecastle. Sailors rushed against me, and I was twice felled in measuring twenty paces. The agony of the time gave me the strength of half-a-dozen men; the girl was paralysed, and I snatched her up in my arms and drove forward staggering and reeling, blinded with the flying wet, half-drowned by the incessant play of seas over the side, feeling the fabric164 crumbling165 under my feet as you feel sand yielding under you as the tide crawls upon it. I knew not what I was about nor what I aimed at doing. I believe I was influenced by the notion that, since the yacht had struck bow on, her forecastle would form the safest part of her, as lying closest to whatever it was that she had run foul of. I recollect that as I approached the fore rigging, stumbling blindly with the girl in my arms, a huge black sea swept over the forward part of the wreck and swept the galley166 away with it as though it had been a house of cards. The rush of water floated me off my legs; I fell and let go of Laura. Half-suffocated I was yet in the act of rising to grope afresh for her when another sea rolled over the rail and I felt myself sweeping overboard with the velocity167 that a man falling from the edge of a cliff might be sensible of!
What followed is too dream-like for me to determine. Some[286] small piece of floating spar I know I caught hold of, and that is what I best and perhaps only remember of that passage of mortal anguish168.
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