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Trunnell bawled for the tug to pull away, and the ship started to leave the dock. At that instant a man rushed through the crowd and sprang upon the rail amidships, where, seizing some of the running rigging, he let himself down to the main deck. He looked aft at Mr.
"I should think he'd feel a little upset after the way he caught her," I answered; "he probably has the owners' interests a little at heart." But Trunnell shook his head until the water flew around. "Ye're off agin, me son. It ain't that at all. That man don't care a whoop for all the owners livin'. Not he.
He was evidently disturbed, however, for the little thin silver rings in his ears shook from either nervousness or the effects of liquor. The tall man looked keenly at him, and appeared to think. Then he smiled broadly. "Well, you are a clever little chap, Trunnell," he said; "but for discernment I don't think you'd lay a very straight course, hey? isn't that it? Not a very straight course.
"Either that or the timber noggins has changed summat in character since I seen them last," said Trunnell. "What in Davy Jones would a skipper of a ship call a cleat a timber noggin for unless he didn't know no better?" "A man might or might not have many reasons for calling a cleat a timber noggin besides that of not knowing any better than to do so," I responded. "For instance "
"I never critisizez my officers," said Trunnell; and after that the skipper let him alone. I was pleased with Trunnell. His philosophy was all right, and I believed from that time he was an honest man.
Get her down low. The more she looks like you, the better she'll do, hey? What d'you think of that, Mr. Rolling? The shorter the longer, the longer the shorter see? The sooner the quicker, eh? Supposen the question was asked you, Mr. Rolling, what'd you say, hey? Why is Mr. Trunnell like a lady's bouquet, hey? Why is the little man like a bunch of flowers? Don't insult him, Mr. Rolling.
I was quite tired from the effects of the gale, and the morning watch is always a cheerless one. The steward had coffee ready, however, and after a good drink I felt better, and got out the glass to see if I could make out the Sovereign. We had been drifting all night, so that in the mid-watch Trunnell wore ship and stood up for her to keep in sight.
It had the name of a Melbourne artist upon it, and beneath, in a female hand, the written words, "Yours lovingly, Belle." Trunnell heard Jennie's exclamation and came up. He took the picture from me and gazed long at the face.
Trunnell took such pride in her that all hands were tired out before we ran over the thirtieth parallel, with the scrubbing, painting, holy-stoning, etc., that he considered necessary to have her undergo before arriving in port. As mate of the ship, I had much opportunity to command the deck alone; that is, without the supervision of any one.
There would be no explanations, and the blackened wreck, half sunken in the swell, would tell no tales. Trunnell was really a strange character. "Discipline is discipline," I seemed to hear him saying all my watch below.
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