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Updated: May 11, 2025
The ancient port of Sunwich was basking in the sunshine of a July afternoon. A rattle of cranes and winches sounded from the shipping in the harbour, but the town itself was half asleep.
"Might ha' been for you," retorted the other, his temper rising a little at the remembrance of his wrongs. "Have you come home for good? inquired Miss Kybird, curiously. Have you seen your father? He passed here a little while ago." "I saw him," said Jack, with a brevity which was not lost upon the astute Mr. Kybird. "I may stay in Sunwich, and I may not it all depends."
Miss Nugent walked into the sitting-room, and listening in a perfunctory fashion to a shipmaster's platitude on kitchen-company, took a seat on his knee and kissed his ear. The downfall of Captain Nugent was for some time a welcome subject of conversation in marine circles at Sunwich.
Kybird's extensive stock, he paid a visit to Jem Hardy to talk over old times and discuss the future. "You ought to make friends with your father," said the latter; "it only wants a little common sense and mutual forbearance." "That's all," said Nugent; "sounds easy enough, doesn't it? No, all he wants is for me to clear out of Sunwich, and I'm not going to until it pleases me, at any rate.
The captain's cup was filled to the brim by the promotion of his first officer to the command of the Conqueror. It was by far the largest craft which sailed from the port of Sunwich, and its master held a corresponding dignity amongst the captains of lesser vessels.
Wilks, who, having been unsuccessful in finding his beloved master at a small tavern down by the London docks, had returned to Sunwich, by no means benefited by his change of air, to learn the terrible truth as to his disappearance from Hardy. "I wish they'd Shanghaid me instead," he said to that sympathetic listener, "or Mrs. Silk." "Eh?" said the other, staring.
In all Sunwich there was only one person who grieved over his departure, and he, after keeping his memory green for two years, wrote off fivepence as a bad debt and dismissed him from his thoughts. Two months after the Conqueror had sailed again Captain Nugent obtained command of a steamer sailing between London and the Chinese ports. From the gratified lips of Mr.
Wilks, who, having been unsuccessful in finding his beloved master at a small tavern down by the London docks, had returned to Sunwich, by no means benefited by his change of air, to learn the terrible truth as to his disappearance from Hardy. "I wish they'd Shanghaid me instead," he said to that sympathetic listener, "or Mrs. Silk." "Eh?" said the other, staring.
Jack Nugent gave evidence in the case, and some of his replies were deemed worthy of reproduction in the Sunwich Herald, a circumstance which lost the proprietors a subscriber of many years' standing. One by one various schemes for preventing his son's projected alliance were dismissed as impracticable.
In the early hours of a fine April morning the Conqueror steamed slowly into Sunwich Harbour, and in a very short time the town was revelling in a description of Captain Nugent's first voyage before the mast from lips which were never tired of repeating it. Down by the waterside Mr.
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