A Tall Ship Part 8
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The advertis.e.m.e.nt of a cinema theatre occupied a h.o.a.rding near the landing place; away to the left the sloping roof of what was unmistakably a brewery bore in huge block letters the exhortation:
DRINK PALE ALE
"Not 'arf," murmured the cynic at the end of the battles.h.i.+p's bridge.
He mused darkly and added, "I don't think."
The Yeoman of the Watch took the pad from the boy's hand, scribbled a notation on it, and handed it back: "Commander an' Officer of the Watch, Wardroom, Gunroom, an' Warrant Officers' Mess. Smart!"
The boy flung himself down the ladder, sped aft along the fore-and-aft bridge, turned at the shelter-deck, descended another ladder, and brought up in the battery. Here the Commander came in view, conferring mysteriously with the Boatswain over a length of six-inch wire hawser that lay along the upper deck. The Boatswain, with gloom in his countenance, was indicating a section where the strands were flattened and the hemp "heart" protruded in a manner indicating that all was not well with the six-inch wire hawser. In fact, it rather resembled a snake that had been run over. The Commander was rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
The Signal-boy hovered on the outskirts of the conference. Bitter experience in the past had taught him not to obtrude when deep called thus to deep.
"We must cut it where it's nipped, and put a splice in it, Mr.
Ca.s.sidy," the Commander was saying, and turned his head.
The boy seized the opportunity to thrust the pad within range of the Commander's vision, one eye c.o.c.ked on his face to note the effect of this momentous communication. He half expected that the Commander would throw his cap in the air and shout "Hurrah!"
The Commander read it unmoved. "Show it to the Officer of the Watch,"
he said, and turned again to the wire hawser. Truly a man of iron, reflected the Signal-boy as he saluted and ran aft in search of the Officer of the Watch.
The Officer of the Watch received the intelligence with almost equal unconcern, but when the boy had departed out of earshot he said something in an undertone and added: "Just my blooming luck." Then, raising his voice, he shouted: "Quartermaster! Picket-boat alongside at three-thirty for officers."
A head emerged from the hood of the after turret. The Gunnery Lieutenant, wearing over-alls, a streak of dirt running diagonally down one cheek, emerged and drew off a greasy glove to wipe his face.
"Did I hear you say anything about a seven-bell boat?"
The Officer of the Watch nodded. "There's leave from three-thirty to seven p.m. It's three o'clock now, so I advise you to smack it about and clean if you're going ash.o.r.e."
The Gunnery Lieutenant slid gracefully down the sloping s.h.i.+eld of the turret. Fortunately, the consideration of paint-work vanished with the red dawn of August 5th, 1914.
"My word!" he said, staring towards the distant town. "My missus----"
and vanished down the hatchway.
In the meanwhile the Signal-boy had descended to the wardroom, where he swiftly pinned the signal on to the notice board. The occupants of the arm-chairs and settee followed his movements with drowsy interest.
The Young Doctor rose and walked to the notice board.
"Snooks!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "Leave!" And, with a glance at the clock, hurried out of the mess.
The remainder of his messmates sat up with excitement.
"What time?"
"When till?"
"What about a boat?"
The head of the Officer of the Watch appeared through the open skylight overhead. "Wake up, you Weary w.i.l.l.i.e.s. There's a boat to the beach at seven-bells."
"Come along, chaps," snorted the Major of Marines. "_Allons nous s.h.i.+fter_--let us s.h.i.+ft." And he, too, made tracks for his cabin, followed by everybody who could be spared by "the exigencies of the service" to experience for three blessed hours the joys of the land.
The shrill voices of the Mids.h.i.+pmen at their toilet in the after flat proclaimed that the precious moments were flying. Three were simultaneously performing their ablutions in one basin, the supply of water to the bathroom having failed with a suddenness that could only be attributed to the malignant agency of the Captain of the Hold.
Another burrowed feverishly in the depths of his sea-chest, presenting to the flat much the same appearance as a terrier does when busy at a rabbit-hole. He emerged flushed but triumphant with a limp garment in his grasp. "I knew I had a clean s.h.i.+rt," he confided to his neighbour.
"I told my servant so a fortnight ago. He swore that every one I possessed had been left behind in the wash at Malta."
His neighbour made no reply, being in the throes of b.u.t.toning a collar which fitted him admirably at Osborne College, but which somehow had lately exhibited an obstinate determination to meet no more round his neck. However, physical strength achieved the miracle, and he breathed deeply. "I shouldn't sweat to s.h.i.+ft your s.h.i.+rt," he consoled. "It looks all right. Turn the cuffs up."
"I've turned them up three times already," replied the excavator, donning his find. "There are limits."
Another Mids.h.i.+pman came across the crowded flat and calmly rummaged in the open till of the speaker's sea-chest. "Where's your hair juice?
All right, I've got it." He anointed himself generously with a mysterious green fluid out of a bottle. "My people are staying at a pub ash.o.r.e here. Will you come and have tea, Jaggers? Kedgeree's coming, too."
The owner of the green unguent, who was feverishly dusting his boots with a pyjama jacket, signified his pleasure in accepting the invitation.
The sentry on the aft-deck stepped to the head of the ladder with a bellows, on the mouth of which a small fog-horn was fitted, and gave a loud blast. It was the customary warning that the officers' boat would be alongside in five minutes.
The a.s.sistant Clerk ran distractedly for the ladder.
"There's one 'G'! Have I got time to borrow five bob from the messman before the boat shoves off?"
"You might borrow five bob for me while you're about it," shouted a belated Engineroom Watchkeeper, struggling into his clothes.
"And me, too," called another. "Buck up, for the Lord's sake, and we'll have poached eggs for tea."
"And cherry jam," supplemented another visionary voluptuously, "and radishes."
Here a figure, who had been sitting on the lid of his chest swinging his legs, tilted his cap on to the back of his head with a snort that suggested outlawry and defiance to the world at large.
"Hallo!" exclaimed a neighbour, wielding a clothes-brush with energy.
"What's up? Aren't you coming ash.o.r.e? It isn't your First Dog, is it?"
The outlaw shook his head. "No; my leave's jambed. You know that beastly six-inch wire hawser? We were bringing it to the after capstan yesterday, and the Commander----"
The aft-deck sentry gave two blasts on his fog-horn. Chest lids banged, keys rattled.
"Jolly rough luck!" commiserated his friend, and joined the stampede for the quarterdeck.
In thirty seconds the flat was deserted save for the disconsolate figure swinging his legs. Presently he climbed down from his chest and wended his way by devious and stealthy routes to the after conning-tower, where he smoked a surrept.i.tious cigarette in defiance of the King's Regulations and Admiralty Instructions (his age being sixteen) and felt better.
In the meanwhile the picket-boat was driving her way sh.o.r.eward with the emanc.i.p.ated members of Wardroom and Gunroom cl.u.s.tered on top of the cabin and in the stern sheets.
"Bunje," said the First Lieutenant, "come to the club and have tea and play 'pills' afterwards?"
The Indiarubber Man shook his head. "No, thanks; I'm afraid I--I've got something else to do."
The Paymaster contemplated him thoughtfully. "Bunje, my lad, the darkest suspicions fill my breast. Wherefore these carefully creased trousers, this liberal display of fine linen and flas.h.i.+ng cuff-links withal? Our Sunday monkey-jacket, too. Can it be----? No." He appealed to the occupants of the stern sheets: "Don't tell me the lad is going poodle-faking!"[1]
"His hands are warm and moist," confirmed one of the Watchkeepers. "He wipes them furtively on the slack of his trousers in frightened antic.i.p.ation."
A Tall Ship Part 8
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