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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Lev us take counsel of the Lord," said the old boy, as she knew he would. So down on their knees they went, and prayed together. Jacka even put up a petition for Mr. Job, but Mary Polly couldn't say "Amen" to that. The next morning Captain Jacka went down to the Pride at the usual hour, but only to find his crew scrubbing decks and Mr. Job ready for him.
Killigrew, keeping his head amidst the scuffing he heard, dived for where he had seen young Jacka standing in guilty stillness, his dark lantern dangling from his hand. Almost at once Killigrew felt his own fingers meet its smooth, slightly hot surface; he wrenched it away and fumbled desperately at the slide.
"So well as I can learn, 'tis a place called Polperro." Jacka chuckled. "Seen anything of a party called Job?" "He's to bring me six hundred pounds before morning," answered the Dutchman, lighting his pipe. "And see here I'm a fair-dealin' man, and I own I owe you a good twenty of it. You shall have it when you leave the ship, and I'll chance making it right with the owners."
This was Cap'n Dick's chance. "I've had a run between two French frigates," he boasted, "in broad day, an' given the slip to both!" "Dear, now!" said Cap'n Jacka. "So have I in broad day, too. They must ha' been the very same. What did 'ee take out of 'em?" "Take! They were two war frigates, I tell 'ee!" "Iss, iss; don't lose your temper.
They do say that two days later, when Cap'n Jacka walked up to his own door, he carried the cinder-sifter under his arm; and that, before ever he kissed his wife, he stepped fore and hitched it on a nail right in the middle of the wall over the chimney-piece, between John Wesley and the weather-glass. We were four in the patio.
Job, the agent, took a dislike to Jacka. He was one of your sour, long-jawed sort, a bit of a lawyer, with a temper like Old Nick, and just the amount of decent feeling that makes a man the angrier for knowing he's unjust, especially when the fellow that's hit takes it smiling instead of cursing; and more especially still when he carries but one eye in his head, and be dashed if you can tell whether its twinkling back at you out of pure sweetness of nature or because it sees a joke of its own.
More than once, the next week or two, he came near to repenting; for Cap'n Dick was very loud about his promotion, especially at the Three Pilchards; and when the Unity came round and was fitting very slow, too, by reason of delay with her letters of marque he ordered Cap'n Jacka back and forth like a stevedore's dog.
So up for Polperro they bore, half a dozen men from the lugger working the Van der Werf, and old Captain Jacka asleep in her lazarette till roused out of his dreams by the rattle as they cast anchor half a cable's length outside the haven.
Rogers shook hands and put off for shore again, and a boat went with him to fetch Jacka's kit, which he'd left in the office. At six o'clock the Van der Werf weighed anchor and headed out under easy canvas. The wind outside was almost dead contrary, E. by N. and half E., and blowing a little under half a gale, but the skipper seemed in a hurry, and Jacka didn't mind.
There'll be no peace in life for us after she gets wind you've been sacked; and just now I want a little time to myself to relieve my feelin's." So Jacka started to whistle, feeling mighty shy, and Mary Polly picked up the mat. "I wish," says she to the mat, "you was Mr. I do dearly wish for my life you was Mr.
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