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Updated: September 4, 2025
But Fate interfered with their plans, and the storm made a big change. Then came the deposing of Captain Brisco, and the rest of the story is known to my readers. "Well, Jack Jepson or, Captain Jepson, though you haven't now command of any ship," said Mr. Pertell, "we owe much to you." "It's nothin' at all," Jack said, modestly enough.
"Oh, I have my certificate," Jack answered. "If you want t' see it I have it " "Never mind now," interposed Captain Brisco. "There are a thousand and one things to do, and nothing seems to be going right. Lay aloft there, some of you!" he cried to a group of men. "Get those halyards reeved and straightened out. Think we're going to lie here all Summer? Lively now!
"There's something between Captain Brisco, Jack Jepson and this new man," Alice decided. "Jack is afraid of being recognized, and yet he wants to make sure who this new man is. Can it have anything to do with the mutiny, I wonder?" It was a question she could not answer just then.
"What's that?" cried Captain Brisco sharply. "Rotten!" repeated the mate. "That mast had dry rot to the very core. Only the varnish held her together." "What's that to you?" cried the captain in angry tones. "You keep your opinions to yourself! When I want 'em, I'll ask for 'em! Now get below and see if we're taking in any water."
He saw that Jack Jepson had matters well in hand, and though Alice guessed that Captain Brisco had no love for his second mate, the commander knew seamanship when he saw it. "Lively now!" he cried. "That's the idea! We'll run before the gale now."
Brisco and Lacomb sulked below, and, for the time being, no effort was made to bring them up and set them to work, though every hand was needed. Some of the members of the film company turned in and helped. It was thought better not to incite a fight. So the Mary Ellen lurched on through the storm, a mere semblance of the gallant craft she had appeared to be on leaving port.
Alice exclaimed, as she noticed Mr. Pertell beckon Captain Brisco to him. And when the girls reached the group they learned what was afoot. "Why yes, you'd have time for some pictures before the storm gets here," Captain Brisco was saying. "It's evidently going to be slow in breaking." "And it wouldn't be too rough for the motorboat?" asked Mr. Pertell. "Oh, no.
Jack Jepson came rushing up from below. "We're leaking fast!" he cried. "We'd better take to the boats, Captain Brisco! The pumps won't work!" "The boats! Nonsense!" the captain cried. "We'll ride it out here. The schooner is all right!" "I tell you she's sinking!" yelled Jack. "We must take to the boats." "What? Do you dare give orders in my face!" stormed Captain Brisco. "This is mutiny, sir!
Ropes were severed with a blow, but the wire shrouds were tougher, and it was not until several minutes had passed that the mast, with its tangle of sails and ropes, was chopped free to float away on the crest of a billow. "Get up the mizzen storm sail!" ordered Captain Brisco. "She's falling off!" The schooner was indeed in danger of wallowing in the trough of the big waves.
Even the small area of the storm jib was hardly necessary. The Mary Ellen, in that blow, would have scudded along fairly well "under bare poles," that is with no sails set at all. Even Captain Brisco had his doubts about the storm jib resisting. It might pull away from the holding ropes at any moment.
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