Peter Trawl Part 11
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I thought that he would have blubbered outright with pleasure. Though I was sure that Jim had never touched the sugar, I was thankful that the captain and the rest were convinced of his innocence.
Before noon that day a dark bank of clouds was seen coming up from the southward. In a short time several black ma.s.ses broke away from the main body, and came careering across the sky.
"Away aloft and shorten sail," cried the skipper. "Be smart, lads!"
We hurried up the rigging, for there was no time to be lost.
"Two reefs in the fore-topsail! Furl the main-topsail! Let fly topgallant sheets!"
These orders came in quick succession. The captain, aided by the mate, was meantime lowering the mainsail. He at first, I believe, intended to heave the brig to, but, before the canvas was reduced the gale struck her--over she heeled--the topgallant sails, with their masts, were carried away just as Jim and I were about mounting the rigging, he the fore and I the main, to furl them; the mainsail, only half lowered, flying out, nearly knocked the mate overboard. I had got down on the weather side of the main-topsail yard to a.s.sist the hands on it, when the straining canvas broke loose from our grasp, and at the same instant the topgallant rigging, striking the two men on the lee yardarm, hurled them off into the foaming ocean.
To lower a boat was impossible; we had not strength sufficient as it was to clear away the topgallant masts, and to hand the topsails. A grating and some spars were hove to them by the mate, who then, axe in hand, sprang aloft to a.s.sist us. None too soon, for we could do nothing but cling on to the yard till the topgallant rigging was cleared away. The men on the foreyard were more successful, and I saw Jim gallantly using his knife in a fas.h.i.+on which at length cleared away the wreck and enabled them to secure the sail. The mate succeeded also in his object, and we were expecting them to a.s.sist us in attempting to furl the main-topsail, when the captain, seeing that we were not likely to succeed, calling us down, ordered the helm to be put up and the yards squared away, and off we ran before the fast-increasing gale, leaving, we feared, our two s.h.i.+pmates, the carpenter and Grimes, to perish miserably.
CHAPTER NINE.
I EXPERIENCE THE PERILS OF THE SEA.
The _Good Intent_ ran on before the increasing gale. The fast-rising seas came rolling up astern, threatening every instant to p.o.o.p her, for, having a full cargo, she was much deeper in the water than when we sailed from Portsmouth. We quickly lost sight of the grating and spars thrown to our hapless s.h.i.+pmates, and they themselves had before then disappeared.
The first thing now to be done was to get the main-topsail stowed, for, flying wildly in the wind, it seemed as if about to carry away the main-topmast. The mate, Andrews, and two other men were on the point of going aloft to try and haul it in, in spite of the danger they ran in so doing, when a report like that of thunder was heard, and the sail, split into ribbons, was torn from the bolt-ropes. The fragments, after streaming out wildly in the wind, lashed themselves round and round the yard, thus saving us the hazardous task of attempting to furl the sail.
The brig flew on, now plunging into the roaring and foaming seas, now rolling from side to side so that it was difficult to keep our feet.
The fore-staysail and jib had been stowed in time, and the flying jib had been blown away, so that the fore-topsail was the only sail set.
Thus hour after hour pa.s.sed. Had we been running in the opposite direction we should have been making good progress, but we were now going farther and farther from our destination, to be driven into even worse weather, and perhaps to have to make our way south round the Irish coast. To avoid this, the captain was anxious to heave the brig to, and I saw him and the mate consulting how it could be done. It was a dangerous operation, they both knew, for should she not quickly come up to the wind, a sea might strike her on the broadside and sweep over her deck, or throw her on her beam-ends.
"If we get a lull it must be done," said the captain.
"Ay, ay, sir!" answered the mate; and he ordered the men to stand ready to brace round the fore-topsail-yard as the brig came up to the wind.
Still we watched in vain for the wished-for lull. In spite of the roaring seas I felt wonderfully sleepy, and could scarcely keep my eyes open as I held on to a stanchion at the after-part of the deck. Jim was much in the same condition, for we had both been on foot since the morning watch had been called, and we had had no food all day.
The kind captain, observing the state we were in, instead of abusing us, as some skippers would have done, ordered us to go below to find something to eat and to lie down till we were wanted. We were making our way forward when he shouted out--
"Go into the cabin, laddies. There is some bread and cheese in the pantry, and ye'll be ready at hand when I call ye."
We quickly slipped below, and he again closed the companion-hatch which he had opened to let us descend. The other hatches had been battened down, for at any moment a sea might break on board, and if they had not been secured, might fill the vessel.
Not a ray of light came below, but Jim and I, groping about, found the bread and cheese we were in search of and soon satisfied our hunger. We then, thankful to get some rest, lay down on the deck of the cabin-- which landsmen would call the floor--for we should have considered it presumptuous to stretch ourselves in one of the berths or even on the locker; and in spite of the rolling and pitching of the brig we were quickly fast asleep.
I seldom dreamed in those days, but, though tired as I was, my slumbers were troubled. Now I fancied that the brig was sinking, but that, somehow or other, I came to the surface, and was striking out amid the raging billows for the land; then I thought that I was again on board, and that the brig, after rus.h.i.+ng rapidly on, struck upon a huge reef of black rocks, when, in an instant, her timbers split asunder, and we were all hurled into the seething waters. Suddenly I was awoke by the thundering, cras.h.i.+ng sound of a tremendous blow on the side of the vessel, and I found myself hove right across the cabin, clutching fast hold of Jim, who shouted out, "Hillo, Peter, what is the matter? Are we all going to be drowned?"
Before I could answer him there came from above us--indeed, it had begun while he was speaking--a deafening mingling of terrific noises, of rending planks, of falling spars, the rush and swirl and roar of waters, amid which could be heard the faint cries of human voices.
The brig had been thrown on her beam-ends; of that there could be no doubt, for when we attempted to get on our feet we found the deck of the cabin almost perpendicular.
"Do you think the brig will go down?" shouted Jim.
The hubbub was so great that it was impossible to hear each other unless we spoke at the very top of our voices.
"We must, at all events, get on deck as soon as we can, and do our best to save ourselves," I answered.
Though I said this, I had very little hope of escaping, as I thought that the vessel might at any moment founder. Even to get on deck was no easy matter, for everything in the cabin was upside down--boxes and bales, and casks and articles of all sorts, thrown out of the lockers, mixed with the furniture which had broken adrift, were knocking about, while all the time we were in complete darkness. The dead-lights had fortunately been closed at the commencement of the gale, and the companion-hatch remained secure, so that, as yet, no water came below.
Getting on our feet we were endeavouring to grope our way to the companion-ladder when we heard two loud crashes in quick succession, and directly afterwards, the brig righting with a violent jerk, we were thrown half across the cabin, bruised and almost stunned, among the numberless things knocking violently about. After a time, on recovering our senses, we picked ourselves up and made another attempt to get on deck. I now began to hope that the brig would not go down as soon as I had expected, but still I knew that she was in a fearfully perilous condition. I was sure from the cras.h.i.+ng sounds we had heard that both her masts were gone: that very probably also she had sprung a leak, while we were far to the northward of the usual track of vessels.
At last we found our way to the cabin door, but groped about in vain for the companion-ladder, till Jim suggested that it had been uns.h.i.+pped when the vessel went over. After some time we found it, but had great difficulty, in consequence of the way the brig was rolling, to get it replaced. As soon as it was so I mounted and shouted as loud as I could to some one to come and lift off the hatch.
No voice replied. Again and again I shouted, fancying that the people might have gone forward for some reason or other and had forgotten us.
"What can have happened?" cried Jim, in a tone of alarm.
I dared not answer him, for I feared the worst.
Feeling about, I discovered an axe slung just inside the companion-hatch, on which I began hammering away with all my might--but still no one came.
"Jim, I'm afraid they must all be gone," I cried out at last.
"Gone!" he exclaimed. "What, the old captain, and mate, and Andrews, and the rest?"
"I am afraid so," I answered.
Again I shouted and knocked. Still no one came.
"We must break open the hatch," I said, and I attempted to force up the top with the axe, but did not succeed.
"Let me try," cried Jim; "my arm is stronger than yours."
I got down the ladder and gave him the axe. He took my place and began working away at the part where the hatch was placed. I could hear him giving stroke after stroke, but could see nothing, for the hatch fitted so closely that not a gleam of light came through it.
Presently I heard him sing out, "I've done it," and I knew by the rush of cold damp air which came down below that he had got off the hatch.
Still all was dark, but looking up I could distinguish the cloudy sky.
Not till then did I know that it was night. We had gone to sleep in broad daylight, and I had no idea of the number of hours which had pa.s.sed by since then. I sprang up the companion-ladder after Jim, who had stepped out on deck.
The spectacle which met my eyes was appalling. The masts were gone, carried away a few feet from the deck--only the stumps were standing-- everything had been swept clear away, the caboose, the boats, the bulwark; the brig was a complete wreck; the dark foam-topped seas were rising up high above the deck, threatening to engulf her.
The masts were still alongside hanging on by the rigging, their b.u.t.t ends every now and then striking against her with so terrific a force that I feared they must before long drive a hole through the planking.
As far as I could make out through the thick gloom, some spars which had apparently fallen before the masts gave way lay about the deck, kept from being washed away by the rigging attached to them having become entangled in the stanchions and the remaining portions of the shattered bulwarks.
Not one of our s.h.i.+pmates could we see. Again we shouted, in the faint hope that some of them might be lying concealed forward. No one answered.
"Maybe that they have gone down into the fore-peak," said Jim; "I'll go and knock on the hatch. They can't hear our shouts from where we are."
I tried to persuade Jim not to make the attempt till daylight, for a sea might break on board and wash him away.
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