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And yet she must be a clean, fast vessel, but we'll overhaul her going roomer or on a bowline." "Roomer? Speak plain, Godby, I'm no mariner!" "Time'll teach ye, pal!
In a while, the tumult subsiding a little we might distinguish other sounds, as the rolling of thunder, the rending crash of falling trees hard by, and the roar of mighty waters. And presently her voice came to me: "God pity all poor mariners, Martin!" "Amen!" says I. And needs must think of Adam and Godby and wonder where they might be.
"No lamb could come milder than Godby, aye lambs, doves and babes is roaring lions compared wi' Godby so easy does it. What is't this time, codgers?" "Fower hours i' the pillory, three i' the stocks, and a month in Maidstone jail and that's what!" "And enough too!" growled Roger the landlord, clenching hairy fist and glancing furtively towards a rusty sword suspended above the hearth.
So, Resolution Day, I warn you to prepare to make your final exodus with Captain Jo at sunset!" Resolution's scarred head sank, his maimed body seemed to shrink and there broke from him a groan: "To hang to die she's so young so young all I ever had to love! Oh, Lord God o' battles " "Godby, summon the guard and see him safely bestowed in the lock-up aft, and bring the key to my cabin."
An evil time indeed this, of long, uneasy sleepings, of hateful dreams and ill wakings, of sullen humours and a horror of all companionship, insomuch that when came Godby or Adam to supply my daily wants, I would hide myself until they should be gone; thereafter, tossing feverishly upon my miserable bed, I would brood upon my wrongs, hugging to myself the thought of vengeance and joying in the knowledge that every hour brought me the nearer its fulfilment.
Now as I paused at the narrow scuttle that gave down to my noxious hiding-place, I thought to hear a step somewhere in the gloom below. "Ha, Godby!" says I. "Are you down there, man?"
"Ha!" says Godby, venting huge sigh, "there's to be no play for my guns this day, Mart'n." "Nay but," says I, mighty perplexed, "what's come of her? She could never have marked our change of course at the distance and 'twas black dark beside, and we bore no lights." "Mayhap she smelt us, pal, as I said afore. Howbeit, 'tis beyond me, cram me wi' rope-yarn else!"
Having begot me his next duty was to name me, and O pal, name me he did! A name as no raskell lad might live up to, a name as brought me into such troublous faction ashore that he packed me off to sea. And if you ax me what name 'twas, I'll answer ye bold and true 'God-be-here Jenkins, at your service, though Godby for short and 'twixt friends."
Presently to me comes Godby: "Lord, Mart'n!" said he, hitching fiercely at the broad belt of his galligaskins. "Here's been doin's o' late, pal, doin's as outdoes all other doin's as ever was done! Talk o' glory? Talk o' fame? There's enough on't aboard this here ship t' last every man on us all his days and longer. And what's more to the p'int, Mart'n, there's gold! And silver! In bars!
Says I, last night she was fair to be seen having closed us during the day, so out go our lights and up goes our helm and we stand away from her. At dawn she was nowhere and yet here she is again if yon ship be the same." "Which we shall learn in an hour or so, Godby." "Aye, Mart'n, if she don't smell us a-coming and bear away from us.
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