Crown and Anchor Part 24
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Larkyns, being, as I mentioned before, signal mids.h.i.+pman, had gone down to report the fact of our being close up with the wreck to Captain Farmer, who now appeared on the scene of action.
He at once gave an order for the first cutter to be lowered and preparations made for boarding the strange vessel, an order which was immediately carried into effect.
"Mr Jellaby had better go in charge of the boat, sir, I should think,"
suggested the commander. "There's a bit of a sea running and I don't like sending a mids.h.i.+pman in such a case; for, you know, sir, we cannot expect old heads on young shoulders."
"All right, Nesbitt," replied the captain; "do as you like."
This was a great disappointment to Ned Anstruther, who had come on deck fully equipped for the expedition in his sea boots and monkey jacket.
He had hurriedly dressed himself on hearing the cutter piped away as he was her proper officer, it being the general custom on board a man-of-war for each of the s.h.i.+p's boats to be under the charge of one of the mids.h.i.+pmen, who invariably goes away in her under all circ.u.mstances of wind or weather for whatever duty she may be required.
There is little doubt that it is mainly owing to this practice of being early trained to exercise their judgment and discretion, and taught to command as well as to obey when young, that the officers of our service acquire that dash and readiness of action which is usually found lacking, it may be a.s.serted without being accused of any insular prejudice or partiality, amongst those of other nations, who never have the same opportunities extended to them as a rule until they are almost too old to learn.
Boat service has been the school that brought forth the Nelsons and Rodneys of the past, as it has produced the Hornbys and Kanes and Beresfords of the navy of to-day, so to speak; and, whether our sailors have to fight behind wooden walls or in armoured turrets, the practice will continue to teach self-reliance and the use of brains.
Ay, boat service will always stand our sailors, officers and men alike, in good stead; despite the fact that they go to sea now in "floating factories" instead of on board s.h.i.+ps such as our forefathers learnt their seamans.h.i.+p in, and that modern scientists, who treat everything on strictly theoretical principles, and, though have never smelt blue water, lay down laws for our guidance in the naval tactics of the future, dictating how we are to act and fight and manoeuvre under any and every possible prearranged contingency!
It was an awful sell, therefore, for poor Ned Anstruther when Mr Jellaby was deputed to the charge of his boat and he was thus "left out in the cold," as the saying goes!
Nor was his mortification in any way lessened when the commander told him that the reason why he would not let him go, was because he could not swim properly; for there might be danger in getting alongside the wreck, with the wind and sea that was on.
So, Ned did not appear at all pleased when the lieutenant stepped forward to take his place in the cutter, giving him an envious look when he took his seat in the sternsheets prior to her being lowered down. I, too, cast an appealing glance at Mr Jellaby; and this, fortunately for me, Commander Nesbitt intercepted.
"I suppose you would like to go, youngster, eh?" he said to me. "Well, you may, if you like. I know that you can keep yourself afloat, at any rate if you get capsized, from what I learnt of your experiences the other day at Spithead; and, perhaps, Mr Jellaby may find you of use.
Jump in, my boy."
It is hardly necessary to say how promptly I obeyed the order.
As my dear old Dad would have expressed it, "Sharp was the word and quick the action."
All the cutter's pa.s.sengers, however, were not yet aboard.
"Hold on, there!" cried Captain Farmer, as the falls were slackened off and the boat slowly lowered down into the heaving water alongside, the waves coming half-way up the counter to meet her. "I think the doctor had better go with you, Mr Jellaby. There may be some poor fellow on the wreck in need of immediate medical aid; and it will be a great saving of time, indeed, it may be the means of saving a life, if it be on the spot instead of your having to send back to the s.h.i.+p for it.
Sentry, pa.s.s the word below for Dr Nettleby."
We did not have to wait long; for, almost as soon as the captain's message could have reached the main deck, the doctor made his appearance on the p.o.o.p, accompanied by my old friend, Corporal Macan, carrying a surgical case and a roll of bandages, while the neck of a suspicious-looking flask could be also seen peeping out from one of his pockets.
In another minute or so, Dr Nettleby and his factotum managed to slide down by the aid of the after life-line into the sternsheets of the boat; though, they took their seats in a rather hurried fas.h.i.+on beside the lieutenant and myself.
Then, watching our opportunity to lower away, we managed so to time it that the cutter lighted on the crest of one of the rollers.
This took us some yards away from the s.h.i.+p's side with the following swell of the sea; when our oars were dropped into the water at the word of command and we made for the wreck.
It was a stiff piece of work reaching her, for wind and waves were both against us and rowing difficult; the cutter at one moment being on the top of a mountainous billow and the next plunged deep down into a yawning valley of green water, the broken ridges of which curled over our gunwales on either hand, threatening to overwhelm us till we, rose again beyond their clutch.
But, the men "putting their backs into it," and the c.o.xswain steering judiciously so as to prevent the boat from broaching to, we finally got alongside the battered hulk.
We boarded her under the forechains to leeward, as she was down by the head, with a considerable list to port; and this seemed the safest point at which to approach her.
Getting close up, the bowman at once threw a grapnel that caught in some of the loose ropes hanging over the side; and, before we were well alongside, Mr Jellaby had scrambled up on to the forecastle of the ill-fated vessel.
Dr Nettleby and myself were not far behind him, Corporal Macan and Bill Bates, the c.o.xswain of the cutter, following to render any a.s.sistance that might be necessary; the boat meanwhile being veered away to the end of the grapnel rope so as to be out of harm's way and yet within easy reach of us as soon as we might want to go on board her again.
On gaining the deck, the scene presented to our gaze was piteous beyond all description, the s.h.i.+p appearing to have been first run into by some other craft and then left to drift about at the mercy of the elements.
Her starboard bow had been cut right through up to the head of the foremast, which had been carried away completely, with all its spars and rigging, as well as the bowsprit and maintopmast.
In addition to these, the mizzen and everything aft had gone; not a stick being left standing in her save the stump of the mainmast, as our lookout man had reported soon after just sighting her, as well as part of the lower rigging amids.h.i.+ps.
Besides this, a section of the mainyard that had snapped in two at the slings was still held aloft by the truss, the other end of the spar having brought up, against the chain-plates, the brace being twisted round the shrouds and deadeyes in the most wonderful way!
Mr Jellaby, however, did not stop to notice these details, but made his way as well as he could through the maze of tangled cordage and heaps of wreckage that lay about in every direction towards the portion of the main rigging yet remaining intact, where, lashed to a fragment of the bulwarks that had not been washed away, was the figure of the man Commander Nesbitt had noticed.
There was no doubt now of his being alive; for, he was gesticulating violently and waving his arms about like those of a windmill.
The rolling of the s.h.i.+p and the clean breach which the sea made across the open deck amids.h.i.+ps rendered the task of reaching the poor fellow all the harder; but, watching his chance between the lurches of the water-logged barque and clambering over the wreckage that rilled the waist from the forecastle up to the main hatchway, Mr Jellaby was able at last to get near enough to hear the voice of the man, who was a most ragged and miserable-looking creature, and was yelling out wildly as if he were insane in the intervals of his frantic motions, when there was a lull in the noise of the waves.
"He's saying something, doctor," he cried to Dr Nettleby, who had pluckily followed him up close, albeit so much older a man. "See if you can make him out; I don't understand the lingo."
The doctor listened for a moment and shook his head.
"It's no language that I can recognise," he said after a pause, as if thinking over all the dialects he had ever come across in his wanderings. "The poor chap has evidently gone mad and is jabbering some gibberish or other. Look how his eyes are rolling!"
By this time, however, I had managed to come up to where Mr Jellaby and the doctor were holding on to the backstay, and as the wind just then dropped for an instant and the deafening din of the clas.h.i.+ng waters ceased, I caught a word or two out of a long sentence which the unfortunate man screamed out at the moment at the top of his voice.
"He's talking Spanish, sir!" I exclaimed, much to the surprise of my seniors. "I can make out something that sounds like 'por Dios,' which means 'for the love of G.o.d,' sir."
"Indeed!" said Mr Jellaby, gripping hold of one of the clewlines which hung down from the broken yard and swayed about in the wind, preparing to swing himself across the enc.u.mbered deck to the port shrouds beyond, where the man was lashed. "I didn't know you were so good a linguist, young Vernon. By Jove, you'll be of more use than I thought you would be when the commander told me to take you with me."
"Oh!" I cried, rather shamefaced at this, "I only know a little of the language. I learnt it when I was in the West Indies with my father. We lived in one of the islands where there were a lot of Spaniards, and I heard their lingo spoken often enough."
"Well, anyway, it's lucky that you know something about it now, for you can keep your ears c.o.c.ked and hear what the poor beggar says, while we try to release him from his uncomfortable billet. Here, Bates, bear a hand!"
So saying, Mr Jellaby swung himself across the frothing chasm that lay between him and the object of his pity, with the c.o.xswain of the cutter after him, while Dr Nettleby and I remained by the mainmast bitts, Corporal Macan busying himself in getting the doctor's medical traps ready for immediate use.
I soon had to exercise my new office of interpreter, for the man began shouting again on seeing Mr Jellaby and the c.o.xswain near him.
"Ah del buque!" he screamed out, holding up, as if to signal with it, one of his emaciated hands, the bony fingers of which looked like those of a skeleton.
"Como se llama el buque?"
"He says 's.h.i.+p ahoy!' sir," I explained to the doctor. "'What s.h.i.+p is that?'"
"Tell him who we are, then," replied Dr Nettleby. "He is probably out of his mind, but it may quiet him."
"Somos marineros Inglesas--we are English sailors," I therefore cried in as shrill a key as I could to reach his ear, raking up the almost forgotten memories of my early years, and, I'm afraid, speaking very bad Spanish. "Del buque de guerra el Candahar de la regna Ingleterra--we belong to Her Majesty's s.h.i.+p, _Candahar_!"
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