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Updated: May 28, 2025
Of course I had to thank my old friend Captain Applegarth for my good fortune, though why the skipper thus spoke up for me I'm sure I cannot say, for I was very young to hold such a subordinate post, having only just turned my seventeenth year, besides being boyish enough in all conscience, and beardless, too, at that! But, be that as it may, fourth officer I was at the time of which I write.
"Faith, no one, sor," returned Garry O'Neil, thinking the question was addressed to him. "Only, perhaps, the Pope, God bless him, or the Imporor of Chainy!" All laughed at this, Captain Applegarth now losing his preoccupied air as if there were nothing to be gained, he thought, by dwelling any longer on the past.
Turnbull, who took supper at The Haws, and was fetched away by his coachman at ten o'clock. With this old friend, who in Will's eyes looked no older now than when he first knew him in early childhood, they talked freely of the Applegarth business, and Mr. Turnbull promised to make inquiries at once. Of course, he took a despondent view of jam.
But he rattled the glass all the same as he looked down upon us, none the less; aye, all the more, rattled it with a will, frightening us all! "Hi! Cap'en, Cap'en Applegarth!" he sang out at the very top of his voice, as excited as you please. "That ship's in sight! the ship's in sight, at last, sir. She's hull down to leeward about seven miles off!
"I would not have had it happen for worlds. We flying the old Union jack, too, that boasts of never passing either friend or foe when in danger and asking aid." He spoke still more bitterly, as if he had not heard their excuses. "But hang it, cap'en," cried Mr Fosset, "I tell you " Captain Applegarth waved him aside.
"What's the row, eh?" "I sees summit to win'ard, sir." "By George!" exclaimed the skipper in a tone that made every one laugh who heard, all but Masters; the coincidence was so comical after what Captain Applegarth had said only a minute before. "Not another `ghost- ship, I hope!" "No, sir," growled the boatswain rather savagely.
Captain Applegarth read over the remains the beautiful prayers of the Church Service appointed for the burial of those who die at sea, all of us standing bareheaded around.
"How soon, Senor Applegarth, do you think we'll be before we're alongside her?" "In about half an hour at the outside, sir, unless something gives way. We would have been up to her before if she had been lying-to; but she's going ahead too, like ourselves, and not making bad way either, considering the state she's in aloft, and her yawing this way and that. It is wonderful how she keeps on!"
Just then Captain Applegarth appeared on the scene. He had gone down by the companion-way into the saloon below, after Mr Fosset had left the poop, to look at the barometer in his cabin, and now came along the upper deck and on to the bridge amidships, startling us with his sudden presence.
The ould chap, though, is alive an' hearty, an' as asthamataky as ivver!" "What's become of Mr Fosset?" "Och, be jabbers! he's a big man now. He's a skipper on his own hook, jist loike Cap'en Applegarth. He's got the ould Fairi Quane, the sicond best boat but one to the line. D'ye ricollict that ould thaife of a bo'sun we had on the Star of the North?" "Why, you must mean poor old Masters!
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