The Strange Adventures of Eric Blackburn | Page 7

I saw nothing. As I watched the sun
go down on the seventh day that I had spent in the boat I said to myself:
"Well, here endeth the seventh day of a most disappointing experience.
If, seven days ago, anyone had told me that I could hang about here in a
boat for a whole week, right in the track of ships, without being sighted
and picked up, I would not have believed it. Yet here I am, and, judging
from past experience, here I may remain for another seven days, or
even longer, with no more satisfactory result. I have spent seven
precious days waiting for a ship to come along and find me; now I will
go and see if I cannot find a ship, or, failing that, find land, where I
shall at least be safe from destruction by the first gale that chances to
spring up."
Thinking thus, I put up my helm, wore the boat round, and headed her
upon a course that I believed would eventually enable me to hit off
either Reunion or Mauritius, should I not be picked up beforehand.
That was a very anxious night indeed for me; by far the most anxious
that I had thus far spent since the destruction of the Saturn, for the wind
steadily increased, compelling me to haul down a first and then a
second reef in the mainsail, while--the wind and sea being now square
abeam--I was continually exposed to the danger of being swamped by a
sea breaking aboard. By constant watchfulness, however, I contrived to
escape this danger, and my eighth morning found the boat bowling
along to the northward and reeling off her six knots per hour, with a
steady breeze from the westward, a long, regular sea running, and a
clear sky giving promise that the weather conditions were unlikely to
grow any worse than they were then. But I had to stick to the mainsheet
and the yoke-lines, and do as best I could without rest, for the time
being. Fortunately, as the day wore on, the wind moderated, until by
nightfall it had dropped to such an extent that I was able to shake out
first one reef and then the other, while with the moderating of the
breeze the sea also went down until it was no longer dangerous.
I had now had no sleep for thirty-six hours, consequently I felt in sore
need of rest. I therefore hove-to the boat, coiled myself down, and

instantly sank into a dreamless slumber. It must have been about
midnight when I awoke. I at once let draw the fore-sheet, filled away
upon the course I had decided upon, and kept the boat going for the
remainder of the night.
The ninth day of my boat voyage dawned pleasantly, with the wind still
blowing a moderate breeze from the westward, a long, regular swell
running, and no sea worth troubling about. The conditions were
therefore quite favourable for a little experiment I desired to make.
Being only human, I could not avoid the necessity for securing a
certain amount of sleep, and, up to now, when I needed rest it had been
my habit to heave-to the boat and leave her to take care of herself,
trusting to that curious sailor-sense, which all sailor-men soon acquire,
to awake me should the need arise. But heaving-to meant loss of time;
and having already lost so much I was very reluctant to lose more, if
such loss could possibly be avoided. I therefore set the boat going on
her correct compass course, and then, releasing the yoke-lines, I
endeavoured to render the craft self-steering by adjusting the fore and
mizen sheets. It took me the best part of half an hour to accomplish this
to my complete satisfaction, but I did it at length and, this done, I went
aloft and took a good look round. There was nothing in sight-- indeed I
scarcely expected to see anything in the part of the ocean which I had
then reached; I therefore descended and rested until dinner- time,
indulging in another nap until the hour for my evening meal, in
preparation for an all-night watch.
The weather had now become quite settled, and was as favourable as it
could possibly be to persons who, like myself, were engaged upon an
ocean voyage in an open boat. The wind still held steadily in the
western quarter, enabling me to lay my course with eased sheets, while
its strength was sufficient to push the boat along under whole canvas at
a speed of about five knots, with no need to keep one's eye continually
watching the lee gunwale. My only difficulty at this time was the lack
of a light to illuminate the boat compass