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"What is she?" sung out the skipper to the man at the masthead who had hailed. "A small schooner, sir; she has fired a gun, and hoisted an ensign and pennant." "How is she steering?" "She has edged away for us, sir." "Very well. Mr Yerk, make the signal for the convoy to stand on." Then to the boatswain "Mr Catwell, have the men gone to breakfast?" "No, sir, but they are just going."
That evening I returned to Kingston, where I found an order lying for me to repair as second lieutenant on board the Firebrand once more, and to resign the command of the Wave to no less a man than Moses Yerk, esquire; and a happy man was Moses, and a gallant fellow he proved himself in her, and earned laurels and good freights of specie, and is now comfortably domiciled amongst his friends.
"Heave, my hearties, heave hard!" With a jerk and a yerk, we broke ground; and up to our bows came several thousand pounds of old iron, in the shape of our ponderous anchor. Where was White-Jacket then? White-Jacket was where he belonged. It was White-Jacket that loosed that main-royal, so far up aloft there, it looks like a white albatross' wing.
He got his letters and newspapers handed down, and very civilly gave the Captain a dollar, who touched his cap, tipped the money to the men, and winking slightly to old Yerk and the rest of us, addressed himself to shove off.
When I went down to dinner, the scene was extremely good. Old Yerk, the first lieutenant, was in the chair one of the boys was jammed at his side, with his claws fastened round the foot of the table, holding a tureen of boiling pease soup, with lumps of pork swimming in it, which the aforesaid Yerk was baling forth with great assiduity to his messmates.
Lady is dying to see him again." "WELL, MR CRINGLE, what say you?" "Of course, I must obey, sir; highly flattered by Mr Secretary's good opinion, any how." The Captain laughed heartily. "It is nearly calm, I see. We must set about manning this seventy four for you, without delay. So, come along, Captain Cringle." When we got on deck, "Hail the Wave to close, Mr Yerk," said Transom.
Moses Yerk, the unpoetical first lieutenant, was standing well forward on the quarterdeck as I passed over the side to get into the canoe, with the gunroom steward following me, carrying my kit under his arm. "I say, Tom, good for you, one lark after another." "Don't like that fellow," quoth Whiffle; "he is quarrelsome in his drink for a thousand, I know it by the cut of his jib."
We had shortened sail, and fired a gun, and the signal for a pilot was flying, when the Captain hailed me. "Does the sea breeze blow into the harbour yet, Mr Cringle?" "Not yet, sir; but it is creeping in fast." "Very well. Let me know when we can run in. Mr Yerk, back the main topsail, and heave the ship to."
The little vessel approached. "Shorten sail, Mr Yerk, and heave the ship to," said the Captain to the first lieutenant. "Ay, ay, sir." "All hands, Mr Catwell."
"Ready with the gun forward there, Mr Catwell?" said Yerk. "All ready, sir." "Fire!" Pent up as we were in a narrow channel, walled in on each side with towering precipitous rocks, the explosion, multiplied by the echoes into a whole broadside, was tremendous, and absolutely deafening.
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