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Updated: June 11, 2025
You see, Captain Jacka had followed the trade in Polperro all his days, and his heart was in it till Mr. Job pulled him up by the roots. He and Mary Polly had saved a little, and looked forward to leaving it to their only child my wife's mother, that was; and anyway it wasn't enough to maintain them, let be that to touch a penny of it would have burnt their fingers.
Towards one in the morning old Jacka was rolling about up to his waist as he sat, and trying to comfort himself by singing "Tho' troubles assail," when the young French gentleman came running with one of his Johnnies and knocked the irons off the English boys, and told them to be brisk and help work the pumps, or the lugger that was already hove to would go down under them.
Nicky cracked his whip neatly round the boy's head without ever touching him, as he had learnt to do in Canada, and every time the little group of men and women standing beside Ishmael, his tenants, applauded, admiringly. "They make a handsome pair, so they do!" said old John-Willy Jacka. "I reckon you'm rare proud of your son and grandson, Maister Ishmael!" Ishmael nodded.
She was a small, round body, with beady eyes that made her look like a doll on a pen-wiper; and she said, of course, that the Company was a parcel of rogues and fools together. "Young Dick Hewitt is every bit so good a seaman as I be," said Cap'n Jacka. "He's a boaster." "So he is, but he's a smart seaman for all."
"How could I help Mr. Job's sitting down on a lump of honey? I put it to you, sir, as a business man." "I'm sure I don't know," said Mr. Rogers. "Let's have the story." So out it all came. "He's a man of wrath," said Captain Jacka, "and he'll be sorry for it when he comes to die." "There's one or two," said Mr. Rogers, "would like to hurry that reckoning a bit.
Well, this Job was agent for a company of adventurers called the "Pride o' the West," and had ordered a new lugger to be built for them down at Mevagissey. She was lying on the ways, ready to launch, and Mr. Job proposed to Cap'n Jacka to sail over to Mevagissey and have a look at her. Cap'n Jacka was pleased as Punch, of course.
What's amiss?" sang out Cap'n Dick, as the Unity fetched within hail. "Aw, nothin', nothin'. 'Tho' troubles assail an' dangers' Stiddy there, you old angletwitch! She's a bit too fond o' smelling the wind, that's all." As a matter of fact she'd taken more water than Jacka cared to think about, now that the danger was over. "But what brings 'ee here? An' what cheer wi' you?" he asked.
The chances against their being Frenchmen, out here in this part of the Channel, were about five to two; so Cap'n Dick cracked on; and at daybreak about a quarter after five found himself right slap between the very two frigates that had called Jacka to halt the evening before. One was fetching along on the port tack, and the other on the weather side of him, just making ready to put about.
And lastly, o' course you're master here, and can do what you please; but, if you're not pressed for time, there's money in it, and you shan't say I didn't give you the chance." Captain Cornelisz eyed Jacka for a full minute, and then a dinky little smile started in one eye and spread till it covered the whole of his wide face. "You're a knowing one," said he.
Job looked sidelong down his nose he was a leggy old galliganter, with stiverish grey hair and a jawbone long enough to make Cap'n Jacka a new pair of shins and said he, "What do'ee think of her?" "Well," said Jacka, "any fool can see she'll run, and any fool can see she'll reach.
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