A Pirate of the Caribbees | Page 2

water,
through which only a few of the brighter stars could be faintly
distinguished near the zenith. There was no wind--it had fallen calm the
night before about sunset, and we were in the Horse latitudes--and the
frigate was rolling uneasily upon a short, steep swell that had come
creeping up out from the north-east during the middle watch, the
precursor, as we hoped, of the north-east trades--for we were in the
very heart of the North Atlantic, and bound to the West Indies. I duly
received the anathemas of my shipmate Keene at my tardy appearance
on deck, hurled a properly spirited retort after him down the hatchway,
and then made my way up the poop ladder to tramp out my watch on
the lee side of the deck--if there can be such a thing as a lee side when
there is no wind.
It was dreary work, this tramping fore and aft, fore and aft, with
nothing whatever to engage the attention, and nothing to do. I therefore
eagerly watched for, and hailed with delight, the first faint pallid
brightening of the eastern sky that heralded the dawn; for with daylight
there would at least be the ship's toilet to make--the decks to holystone
and scrub, brasswork and guns to clean and polish, the paintwork to
wash, sheets and braces to flemish-coil, and mayhap something to see,
as well as the possibility that with the rising of the sun we might get a
small slant of wind to push us a few miles nearer to the region where
the trade wind was merrily blowing.
The dawn came slowly--or perhaps it merely seemed to my impatience
to do so--and with daylight the mist that had hung about the ship all

night thickened into a genuine, unmistakable fog, so thick that when
standing by the break of the poop it was impossible to see as far as the
jib-boom end.
The fog made Mr Hennesey, our second lieutenant and the officer of
the watch, uneasy,--as well it might, for we were in the early spring of
the year 1805, and Great Britain was at war with France, Spain, and
Holland, at that time the three most formidable naval powers in the
world, next to ourselves, and the chances were that every second ship
we might meet would be an enemy,--and at length, just as seven bells
were being struck, he turned to me and said--
"Mr Courtenay, you have good eyes; just jump up on to the main-royal
yard, will you, and take a look round. This fog packs close, but I do not
believe it reaches as high as our mastheads, and I feel curious to know
whether anything has drifted within sight of us during the night."
I touched my hat, and forthwith made my way into the main rigging,
glad of even a journey aloft to break the dismal monotony of the blind,
grey, stirless morning, and in due time swung myself up on to the
slender yard, the sail of which had been clewed up but not furled. But,
alas! the worthy second luff was mistaken for once in his life; it was
every whit as thick up there as it was down on deck, and not a thing
could I see but the fore and mizzenmasts, with their intricacies of
standing and running rigging, their tapering yards, and their broad
spaces of wet and drooping canvas, hanging limp and looming
spectrally through the ghostly mist-wreaths. I was about to hail the
deck and report the failure of my experimental journey, but was
checked in the very act by feeling something like a faint stir in the
damp, heavy air about me; another moment and a dim yellow smudge
became visible on the port beam, which I presently recognised as the
newly risen sun struggling to pierce with his beams the ponderous
masses of white vapour that were now slowly working as though stirred
by some subtle agency. By imperceptible degrees the pallid vision of
the sun brightened and strengthened, and presently I became conscious
of a faint but distinct movement of the air from off the port quarter, to
which the cloths of the sail against which my feet dangled responded

with a gentle rustling movement.
"On deck, there!" I shouted, "it is still as thick as a hedge up here, sir,
but it seems inclined to clear, and I believe we are going to have a
breeze out from the north-east presently."
"So much the better," answered the second luff, ignoring the first half
of my communication; "stay where you are a little longer, if you please,
Mr Courtenay."
"Ay, ay, sir!" answered I, settling myself more comfortably upon the
yard. And while the words were still upon my lips the stagnant air
about me once