THE WHALEBOAT.
A barber's pole protruded beside the ope leading to Captain Coffin's
lodgings. It was painted in spirals of scarlet and blue, and at the
end of it a cage containing a grey parrot dangled over the footway.
"Drunk again!" screamed the parrot, as I hesitated before the
entrance, for the directing-marks just here were so numerous as to be
perplexing. To the right of the alley the barber had affixed his
signboard, close above the base of his pole; to the left a flanking
slopshop dangled a row of cast-off suits, while immediately overhead
was nailed a board painted over with ornate flourishes and the
legend--
"G. Goodfellow. Carpenter and House-Decorator, &c.
Repairs Neatly Executed. Instruction in the Violin.
Funerals at the Shortest Notice. Shipping Supplied."
"Drunk again!" repeated the parrot. "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss
me! Oh, you nasty image! Kiss me, kiss me! Who killed the
Portugee?"
"He don't mean you," explained the barber, reassuringly, emerging at
that moment from his shop with a pannikin of water for the parrot's
cage, which he lowered very deftly by means of a halliard reeved
through a block at the end of the pole. "He means old Coffin.
Nice bird, hey?"
He slipped a hand through the cage-door, and caressed him, scratching
his head.
"If you please, sir," said I, "it's Captain Coffin I'm looking for."
"Drunk again!" screamed the bird. "Damn my giblets, drunk again!"
"He don't like Coffin, and that's a fact," said the barber.
"He don't appear to, sir," I agreed.
"You'll find the old fellow down the yard. That is, if you really
want him." The barber eyed me doubtfully. "He's sober enough, just
now; been swearin off liquor for a week. I dare say you know his
temper's uncertain at such times."
I did not know it, but was too far committed to retreat.
"Well, you'll find him down the yard--green door to the right, with
the brass knocker. He's out at the back, hammering at his ship, but
he'll hear you fast enough: he's wonderful quick of hearing."
A man, even though he possessed a solid brass knocker, had need to be
quick of hearing in that alley. Without, street-hawkers were bawling
and carts rattling on the cobbled thoroughfare; from the entrance the
parrot vociferated after me as I went down the passage beneath an
open window whence an invisible violin repeated the opening phrase of
"Come, cheer up, my lads!" plaintively and persistently; while from
the far end, somewhere between it and the harbour side, an irregular
hammering punctuated the music.
I knocked, and the hammering ceased. The rest of the din ceased not,
nor abated. In about a minute the green door opened--a cautious inch
or two at first, then wide enough to reveal Captain Coffin. He wore
a dirty white jumper over his upper garments, and held a formidable
mallet. I observed that either his face was unnaturally white or the
rims of his eyes were unnaturally red, and that sawdust besprinkled
his hair and collar. I recalled the tavern sawdust which had
bepowdered his hat on the night of our first meeting, and jumped to a
wrong conclusion.
"Eh? It's Brooks--the boy Brooks! Glad to see you, Brooks!
Come inside."
"Thank you, sir," said I, feeling a strong impulse to bolt as he
shook me by the hand, so hot was his and so dry, and so feverishly
it gripped me.
"You're sure no one tracked ye here?" he asked, as he closed the door
behind us.
"There was a barber, sir, at the head of the passage. I stopped to
ask him the way."
"_He's_ all right, or would be but for that cursed bird of his.
How a man can keep such a bird--" Captain Coffin broke off.
"I had a two-three nails in my mouth when you knocked. Nearly made
me swallow 'em, you did. They was copper nails, too."
I suppose I must have stared at this, for he paused and peered at me,
drawing me over to the window, through which--so thickly grimed it
was--a very little light dribbled from the courtyard into the room.
Yet the room itself was clean, almost spick and span, with a
seaman-like tidiness in all its arrangements--a small room, crowded
with foreign odds-and-ends, among which I remember a walking-stick
even more singular than the one Captain Coffin carried on his walks
abroad (it was white in colour, with lines of small grey
indentations, and he afterwards told me it was a shark's backbone);
a corner-cupboard, too, painted over with green-and-yellow tulips.
"Copper nails, I tell you. Nothing but the best'll do for your
friend Coffin." He leaned back, still eyeing me, and tapped me twice
on the chest. "You heard me say that? 'Your friend' was my words."
"Thank you, sir."
"But you made me jump, you did--me being that way given when off the
liquor." He hesitated a moment, with a glance over his shoulder at
the tulip-painted cupboard. "Brooks," he went on earnestly, "you and
me being met on a matter of business, and the same needin'
steadiness--head and hand, my boy, if ever business did--what d'ye
say to a tot of rum apiece?"
Without waiting for my answer, he hobbled off to the cupboard, and
had set two glasses on the table and brimmed them with neat spirit
before I had finished protesting. The bottle-neck trembled on the
rims of the glasses and struck out a sort of chime as he paused.
"You won't?" he asked, gulping down his own portion; and the liquor
must have been potent, for it brought a sudden water to his eyes.
"Well, so be it--if you've kept off it at your age. But at mine"--
he drank off the second glassful and wiped his mouth--"I've had
experiences, Brooks. When you've heard 'em, you wouldn't be
surprised, not if it took a dozen to steady me."
He filled again, and came close to me, holding the glass, yet so
tremulously that the rum spilled over his fingers.
"Ingots, lad--golden ingots! Bars and wedges of solid gold!
Gems, too, and cath-e-deral plate, with crucifixions and priests'
vestments stiff with pearls and rubies as if they was frozen.
I've seen 'em lyin' tossed in a heap like mullet in a ground-net.
Ay, and blazin' on the beach, with the gulls screamin' over 'em and
flappin', and the sea all around. I seen it with these eyes, boy" He
stood back and shivered. "And behind o' that, the Death! But it
comes equal to all, the Death. Not if a man had learned every trick
the devil can teach could he lay his course clear o' that. Could he,
now?"
His words, his uncouth gestures, which were almost spasms, and the
changes in his face--from cupidity to terror, and from terror again
to a kind of wistful hope--fairly frightened me, and I stammered
stupidly that death was the common lot, and there couldn't be a doubt
of it; that or something of the sort. But what I said does not
matter. He was not listening, and before I had done he drained and
set down the glass and gripped my arm again.
"I seen all that--ay, an' felt it!" He drew away and stretched out
both hands, crooking his fingers like talons. "Ay, an' I seen
_him!_"
"Him?" I echoed. "But you were talking of Death, sir."
"You may call him that. There's men lyin' around in the sand--
Did ever you hear, boy, of a poison that kills a man and keeps him
fresh as paint?"
"No, sir."
He nodded. "No, I reckon you never did. Fresh as paint it keeps
'em, and white as a figure-head. The first heap as ever I dug,
believin' it to be the treasure--my reckoning was out by a foot or
two--I came on one o' them. Three foot beneath the sand I came on
him, an' the gulls sheevoing all the while over my head. _They_
knew. And the sea and the dreadful loneliness around us all the
while. There was three of us, Brooks--I mention no names, you
understand--three of us, and _him_. Three to one. Yet he got the
better of us all--as he got the better of the first lot, and _they_
must ha' been a dozen. Four of them we uncovered afore we struck the
edge of the treasure--uncovered 'em and covered 'em up again pretty
quick, I can tell you. Fresh as paint they were, in a manner o'
speaking, just as though they'd died yesterday; whereas by Bill's
account they must ha' lain there for more'n a year. And the faces on
'em white and shinin'--"
Here Captain Coffin shivered, and, glancing about him, poured out
another go of rum.
"You wouldn't blame me for wantin' it, Brooks--not if you'd seen 'em.
That was on the Keys, as they're called--half a dozen banks to
no'thard of the island, and maybe from half a mile to three-quarters
off the shore, which shoals thereabout--sand, all the lot of 'em, and
nothin' but sand; sand and sea-birds, and--what I told you. But the
bulk lies in the island itself, in two caches; and where the bigger
cache lies _he_ don't know, and nobody knows but only Dan Coffin."
Captain Coffin winked, touched his breast, and wagged his forefinger
at me impressively.
"That makes twice," he went on. "Twice that devil has got the better
of every one. But the third time's lucky, they say. He may be dead
afore this; he'll be getting an oldish man, anyway, and life on that
cursed island can't be good for his health. We won't go in a crowd
this time, neither; not a dozen, nor yet four of us, but only you an'
me, Brooks. It's the safer way--the only safe way--an' there'll be
the fatter sharin's. Now you know--hey?--why Branscome's givin' me
lessons in navigation."
He chuckled, and was moving off mysteriously to a back doorway behind
the dresser, but halted and came back to the table beside which I
stood, making no motion to follow him.
"Look ye here, Brooks," said be. "If there's anything you don't get
the hang of--anything that takes ye aback, so to speak, in what I'm
tellin' you--you just hitch on an' trust to old Dan Coffin; to old
Dan, as'll do for you more than ever your godfathers an' godmothers
did at your baptism. You'll pick up a full breeze as you go on.
Man, the treasure's there! Man, I've handled it, or enough of it to
keep you in a coach-an'-six, with nothing to do but loll on cushions
for the rest o' your days, an' pick your teeth at the crowd.
And look ye here." He waved a hand around the room. "I'm old Danny
Coffin, ain't I? poor old drunken Danny Coffin, eh? Yet cast an eye
about ye. Nice fittin's, ben't they? Hitch down my coat off the peg
there; feel the cloth of it; take it between finger and thumb.
Ay, I don't live upon air, nor keep house an' fixtures upon nothin'
at all. There--if you want more proof!" He dived a hand into his
trouser-pocket, and held out a golden coin under my nose.
"There! that very dollar came from the island, and I'm offerin' you
the fellows to it by the thousand. Why? says you. Because, says I,
you're a good lad, and I've took a fancy to see you in Parlyment.
That's why. An' it's no return I'm askin' you, but just to believe!"
He made for the back door again, and opened it, letting in the
sunlight; but the sunlight fell in two slanting rays, one on either
side of a dark object which all but filled the entrance, blocking out
my view of the back court beyond. It was the stern of a tall boat.
The boat, in fact, filled the small back court, leaving an alley-way
scarcely more than two feet wide along either party-wall. She rested
on the stocks, about three-parts finished, in shape very like a
whaleboat, and in measurement--so Captain Coffin informed me, with a
proprietary wave of the hand--some twenty-nix feet over all, with a
beam of nine feet six inches amidships. And even to a boy's eye she
showed herself a pretty model, though (as I say) unfinished, with a
foot and more of her ribs standing up bare and awaiting the top
strakes.
"Designed her myself, Brooks. Eh, but your friend Dan'l Coffin has
an eye for the shape of a boat, though no hand at pencilling, nor
what you might call the cabinet-making part of the job. There's a
young carpenter lives up the court here--a cleverish fellow.
I got him to help me over the niceties, you understand; but on my
lines, lad. Climb up and cast your eye over the well I've put in
her. That's for the treasure; and there'll be side-lockers round the
stern-sheets, and a locker forward big enough to hold a man.
The fellow don't guess their meanin', an' I don't let him guess.
He thinks they're for air-compartments, to keep her buoyant; says
she'll need more ballast than I've allowed her, and wants to know
what sense there is in buildin' a boat so floatey. _We'll_ ballast
her, Brooks; all in good time. We'll ship her aboard the Kingston
packet, bein' of a size that she'll carry comfortable as deck-cargo;
and soon as we get to Kingstown we'll--"
"Avast there, cap'n!" interrupted a cheerful voice; and I glanced up,
to see a sandy-haired youth with an extremely good-natured face
nodding at us across the coping of the party-wall. "Avast there!
Busy with visitors, eh? No? Well, I've been thinkin' it over, and
I'll take sixpence an hour."
"I don't give a ha'penny over fippence," answered Captain Coffin,
patently taken aback by the interruption.
"Fivepence, then, as a pro-temporary accommodation," said the youth,
and, throwing a leg over the wall, heaved himself over and into the
back yard. "But it's taking advantage of me; and you know that if I
weren't in love and in a hurry it wouldn't happen."
"You can take fippence, or go to the devil!" said Captain Coffin.
"By the way, Brooks, this is my assistant, Mr. George Goodfellow."