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Updated: June 11, 2025
"While we've been talking, Worthyvale has been doing. What has he been doing?" Why, breaking up the ballast, and, if I'm not mistaken, into stones of the very size to load this gun." "Give Badcock and me some share of credit," pleaded Mr. Fett.
"Why, Worthyvale, what's the matter?" asked my father, soothingly. "My l'il heap o' stones, Sir John; my poor l'il heap o' stones! What's to become o' me, master? Where will your kindness find a bellyful for me, if these murderin' seamen take away my l'il heap o' stones?" My father laid a hand on the old man's shoulder. "Captain Pomery wants them for ballast, Worthyvale. You understand?
During supper which Billy Priske had no sooner laid than he withdrew to collect his kit and carry it down to the ship, taking old Worthyvale for company our good Vicar arrived, as well to bid us good-bye as in some curiosity to learn what recruits we had picked up in Falmouth.
Badcock could pull an oar, and old Worthyvale had not the strength for it. The rest of us all but the captain, who steered and kept what watch he could astern took the rowing by hourly relays, pair and pair: Billy Priske and I, my father and Mike Halliday, Nat and Roger Wearne. It had come round again to Billy's turn and mine, and the hour was that darkest one which promises the near daylight.
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