I Strike the Jolly Roger
I HAD scarce gained a position on the bowsprit when the
flapped and filled upon the other tack, with a report like
The schooner trembled to her keel under the reverse, but
moment, the other sails still drawing, the jib flapped
and hung idle.
This had nearly tossed me off into the sea; and now I lost
crawled back along the bowsprit, and tumbled head foremost
on the deck.
I was on the lee side of the forecastle, and the main-sail,
which was still drawing, concealed from me a certain portion
of the after-deck. Not a soul was to be seen. The planks,
which had not been swabbed since the mutiny, bore the print
of many feet, and an empty bottle, broken by the neck,
tumbled to and fro like a live thing in the scuppers.
Suddenly the HISPANIOLA came right into the wind.
The jibs behind me cracked aloud, the rudder slammed to,
the whole ship gave a sickening heave and shudder,
and at the same moment the main-boom swung inboard,
the sheet groaning in the blocks, and showed me the lee
There were the two watchmen, sure enough: red-cap on his
as stiff as a handspike, with his arms stretched out like
of a crucifix and his teeth showing through his open lips;
Israel Hands propped against the bulwarks, his chin on
his hands lying open before him on the deck, his face as
under its tan, as a tallow candle.
For a while the ship kept bucking and sidling like a vicious
the sails filling, now on one tack, now on another, and
swinging to and fro till the mast groaned aloud under the
Now and again too there would come a cloud of light sprays
over the bulwark and a heavy blow of the ship's bows against
the swell; so much heavier weather was made of it
by this great rigged ship than by my home-made,
lop-sided coracle, now gone to the bottom of the sea.
At every jump of the schooner, red-cap slipped to and fro,
what was ghastly to behold--neither his attitude nor his
disclosing grin was anyway disturbed by this rough usage.
At every jump too, Hands appeared still more to sink into
and settle down upon the deck, his feet sliding ever the
and the whole body canting towards the stern, so that his
became, little by little, hid from me; and at last I could
beyond his ear and the frayed ringlet of one whisker.
At the same time, I observed, around both of them,
splashes of dark blood upon the planks and began to feel
that they had killed each other in their drunken wrath.
While I was thus looking and wondering, in a calm moment,
when the ship was still, Israel Hands turned partly round
and with a low moan writhed himself back to the position
in which I had seen him first. The moan, which told of
and deadly weakness, and the way in which his jaw hung
went right to my heart. But when I remembered the talk
I had overheard from the apple barrel, all pity left me.
I walked aft until I reached the main-mast.
"Come aboard, Mr. Hands," I said ironically.
He rolled his eyes round heavily, but he was too far gone
express surprise. All he could do was to utter one word,
It occurred to me there was no time to lose, and dodging
as it once more lurched across the deck, I slipped aft
down the companion stairs into the cabin.
It was such a scene of confusion as you can hardly fancy.
All the lockfast places had been broken open in quest of
The floor was thick with mud where ruffians had sat down
or consult after wading in the marshes round their camp.
The bulkheads, all painted in clear white and beaded round
with gilt, bore a pattern of dirty hands. Dozens of empty
clinked together in corners to the rolling of the ship.
One of the doctor's medical books lay open on the table,
half of the leaves gutted out, I suppose, for pipelights.
In the midst of all this the lamp still cast a smoky glow,
obscure and brown as umber.
I went into the cellar; all the barrels were gone, and
of the bottles
a most surprising number had been drunk out and thrown
Certainly, since the mutiny began, not a man of them could
have been sober.
Foraging about, I found a bottle with some brandy left,
and for myself I routed out some biscuit, some pickled
a great bunch of raisins, and a piece of cheese. With these
on deck, put down my own stock behind the rudder head and
out of the coxswain's reach, went forward to the water-breaker,
and had a good deep drink of water, and then, and not till
gave Hands the brandy.
He must have drunk a gill before he took the bottle from
"Aye," said he, "by thunder, but I wanted
some o' that!"
I had sat down already in my own corner and begun to eat.
"Much hurt?" I asked him.
He grunted, or rather, I might say, he barked.
"If that doctor was aboard," he said, "I'd
be right enough
in a couple of turns, but I don't have no manner of luck,
and that's what's the matter with me. As for that swab,
and dead, he is," he added, indicating the man with
the red cap.
"He warn't no seaman anyhow. And where mought you
"Well," said I, "I've come aboard to take
possession of this ship,
Mr. Hands; and you'll please regard me as your captain
until further notice."
He looked at me sourly enough but said nothing.
Some of the colour had come back into his cheeks,
though he still looked very sick and still continued
to slip out and settle down as the ship banged about.
"By the by," I continued, "I can't have
these colours, Mr. Hands;
and by your leave, I'll strike 'em. Better none than these."
And again dodging the boom, I ran to the colour lines,
handed down their cursed black flag, and chucked it overboard.
"God save the king!" said I, waving my cap.
"And there's an end to Captain Silver!"
He watched me keenly and slyly, his chin all the while
on his breast.
"I reckon," he said at last, "I reckon,
you'll kind of want to get ashore now. S'pose we talks."
"Why, yes," says I, "with all my heart,
Mr. Hands. Say on."
And I went back to my meal with a good appetite.
"This man," he began, nodding feebly at the corpse
O'Brien were his name, a rank Irelander--this man and me
got the canvas on her, meaning for to sail her back.
Well, HE'S dead now, he is--as dead as bilge; and who's
this ship, I don't see. Without I gives you a hint, you
ain't that man,
as far's I can tell. Now, look here, you gives me food
and a old scarf or ankecher to tie my wound up, you do,
and I'll tell you how to tail her, and that's about square
I take it."
"I'll tell you one thing," says I: "I'm
not going back
to Captain Kidd's anchorage. I mean to get into North Inlet
and beach her quietly there."
"To be sure you did," he cried. "Why, I
ain't sich an infernal
lubber after all. I can see, can't I? I've tried my fling,
and I've lost, and it's you has the wind of me. North Inlet?
Why, I haven't no ch'ice, not I! I'd help you sail her
to Execution Dock, by thunder! So I would."
Well, as it seemed to me, there was some sense in this.
We struck our bargain on the spot. In three minutes
I had the HISPANIOLA sailing easily before the wind
along the coast of Treasure Island, with good hopes
of turning the northern point ere noon and beating down
as far as North Inlet before high water, when we might
safely and wait till the subsiding tide permitted us to
Then I lashed the tiller and went below to my own chest,
where I got a soft silk handkerchief of my mother's. With
and with my aid, Hands bound up the great bleeding stab
he had received in the thigh, and after he had eaten a
and had a swallow or two more of the brandy, he began to
visibly, sat straighter up, spoke louder and clearer, and
in every way another man.
The breeze served us admirably. We skimmed before it like
the coast of the island flashing by and the view changing
every minute. Soon we were past the high lands and bowling
beside low, sandy country, sparsely dotted with dwarf pines,
and soon we were beyond that again and had turned the corner
of the rocky hill that ends the island on the north.
I was greatly elated with my new command, and pleased
with the bright, sunshiny weather and these different prospects
of the coast. I had now plenty of water and good things
and my conscience, which had smitten me hard for my desertion,
was quieted by the great conquest I had made. I should,
have had nothing left me to desire but for the eyes of
as they followed me derisively about the deck and the odd
that appeared continually on his face. It was a smile that
had in it
something both of pain and weakness--a haggard old man's
but there was, besides that, a grain of derision, a shadow
treachery, in his expression as he craftily watched, and
and watched me at my work.
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