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Updated: May 13, 2025
I got up and stretched, and my eyes fell on the small window of the chart-room. The door into the main cabin beyond was open. It was dark with the summer twilight, except for the four rose-shaded candles on the table, now laid for dinner.
At the rail, the boatswain met him. "Report your relief, Rowland," he said, "and go into the chart-room!" On the bridge, as he gave the name of his successor, the first officer seized his hand, pressed it, and repeated the boatswain's order.
Along this passageway; then, I groped my way to the door at the end, opening into the main cabin near the chart-room door and across from Mrs. Turner's room. This door I had been in the habit of leaving open, for two purposes ventilation, and in case I might be, as Mrs. Johns had feared, required in the night. The door was locked on the outside. I was a moment or two in grasping the fact.
The wind was freshening, and the Pomerania's sharp bow slid heavily into broad hills of sea, crashing them into crumbling rollers of suds which fell outward and hissed along her steep sides. The silent Mr. Pointer escorted him into the chart-room, a bare, businesslike place with a large table, a map-cabinet, and a settee.
"The only way to reach our cabin was through the chart-room, and when I opened the door an inch or two, I saw why Karen had not come down. Mr. Turner and Mr. Singleton were sitting there. They were " She hesitated. "Please go on," said Mrs. Turner. "They were drinking?" "Yes, Mrs. Turner. And Mr. Vail was there, too. He was saying that the captain would come down and there would be more trouble.
Let him come and ask us for alms." The captain invited Frederick to his cabin and asked him to write a few words in his album. On the way, he showed him the chart-room and the wheel-house, where a sailor was turning the great wheel at the directions of the first mate, whose voice came from the bridge through a speaking-tube.
As a result of his brighter eyes and steadier voice due to the curative sea air when he turned out for the first dog-watch on deck at four o'clock, the captain and boatswain held an interview in the chart-room, in which the former said: "Do not be alarmed. It is not poison. He is half-way into the horrors now, and this will merely bring them on.
But at the chart-room door I encountered Mr. Mellaire. "A pleasant evening, sir," he greeted me. "A pity there's not a little wind to help us off the land." "What do you think of the crew?" I asked, after a moment or so. Mr. Mellaire shrugged his shoulders. "I've seen many queer crews in my time, Mr. Pathurst.
It was a rule that it must not be removed from its place except in emergency, and the first mate carried it out and leaned it against the forward port corner of the after house when he went below. Later, on his watch, he carried it forward and put it where it belonged. He found Turner waiting on deck, and together they descended to the chart-room. He was none too clear as to what followed.
Suddenly Captain Sproul burst into the chart-room and gasped: "Can you tell me the meaning of this, Mr. Henderson? You're a scientific sharp and know a whole lot of things. My cook just went to the galley door to throw out a pot of slops and something some mysterious force snatched the heavy iron pot out of his hand and it went sailing off over the ship's rail. Can you explain that?"
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