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But come in, young gentlemen, and make yourselves comfortable. Ah, Mr Gogles, I'm glad to see you here; you've not heard any of my veracious narrative, but now you shall hear something to astonish you, I guess." Gogles was a young midshipman, the son of a planter at Jamaica, who had joined us when we were last there.
Gogles' eyes had been growing larger and larger, and rounder and rounder, and his mouth had been gaping more and more. "What a dreadful thing!" he exclaimed, drawing his breath. "I wonder you could bring yourself to sit on the shark's back after what he'd done." Mr Johnson did not answer; he only sighed. He was meditating on the tragic fate of his loving Oilyblubbina.
"I wonder you survived all your misfortunes, Mr Johnson," observed Spellman, who, next to Gogles and Toby Bluff, seemed to place the most perfect belief in the boatswain's veracious narratives, as he was pleased to designate his amusing inventions. "Why, do you see, Mr Spellman, I'm tough very tough!" he answered, with a hoarse laugh.
As I had begun to get rather tired of the monotony of my life on shore, I determined to make a voyage for the benefit of my health." "Did you take your wife with you?" asked Gogles, who had swallowed every word uttered by the boatswain. "My wife? Oh no; I left her on shore for the benefit of hers. Poor thing, she cried very much when I went away; it was the last time I saw her."
Directly afterwards he rose again, surrounded by a circle of crimson, and a huge black body floated up near him, lashing the water. He darted forward, and, seizing Gogles, released me from his grasp. "Swim on, Mr Merry, swim on," he shouted, shoving me before him. "Here comes the boat." The men bent to their oars, and the brave boatswain swam on with all his might.
"Some of you young gentlemen have been in a gale of wind, and a pretty stiff one too, but except the little blow we had the other day, you, Mr Gogles, have no practical experience of what a real downright hurricane is," he continued.
Up went Gogles valiantly to the topgallant mast-head, and, waiting till Spellman had got close up to him, under pretence of being tired, he slid down the lift on to the yard-arm, and running in on the yard, had descended to the cross-trees, leaving all his pursuers above him.
He warmly thanked Mr Johnson for his gallantry in jumping over to save us, and we received the congratulations of our friends at our escape, but I found that it was generally supposed I had fallen overboard as well as Gogles; nor did I feel inclined to explain matters.
With a jerk he threw Gogles into the boat, and gave me a shove up as I was climbing in, which very nearly sent me over on the other side; he then sprang after us with surprising agility, turning as soon as he had got his feet out of the water, and striking with all his might at a huge creature which followed close at our heels. I saw the flash of the monster's white throat.
"I should have mast-headed the youngsters for sky larking on board the Daring," observed Captain Staghorn to one of our officers, as he took a sharp and hurried turn on the quarter-deck. "I'm glad I don't belong to your ship, my jewel," thought I, as I overheard him. Gogles and I were sent below to our hammocks, and Mr Johnson followed us to put on dry clothes.
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