WY ZYN AL VERDOMD.
When he said this I felt like one in whom there is suddenly wrought
a dual action of the brain; where from one side, so to say, there is
darted into the mind thoughts utterly illogical and insane, which the
same side marvels at, and seeks to reject, though if the fit linger the
whole intelligence may be seized.
I recollect of seeking for confirmation of the words of the man who
styled himself Vanderdecken, in the ship, and of noticing, for the
first time, that upon the planks of the deck which were out of the
reach of the _corpus sant_, were the same crawling, elusive fires,
as of phosphorus, creeping and coming and going upon a dark wall,
which I had observed on the vessel's sides. Several figures of men
moved forward. Close beside me was a small gun of the kind carried
by ships in the beginning of the last century, termed a light saker,
and discharging a six-pound ball. There were three of these on the
larboard side, and, in the haze of the moonlight and the sheen of the
jelly-like star that shone with a pure, pale gold over my head, I could
discern upon the bulwarks of the quarter-deck and poop several swivels
furnished with handles for pointing them. I also observed a short
flight of steps conducting to the quarter-deck, with two sets of a like
kind leading to the poop, the front of which was furnished with a door
and little window.
These matters I took in with a sweep of the eye, for the light was
confusing, a faint, erroneous ray glancing from imperfect surfaces and
flinging half an image; and then an indescribable fear possessing me
again, I looked in the direction where I had last beheld the smudge
made by the Saracen, and, not seeing her, cried out wildly, in my
broken Dutch, "Sirs, for the love of God follow my ship, and make some
signals that she may know I am here!"
"Skipper," exclaimed the smooth-faced, corpulent man, who proved to be
the boatswain, named Antony Jans, "after their cowardly inhumanity in
firing upon a small unarmed boat, and putting in peril the life of our
mate, Van Vogelaar, we should have nothing more to do with her."
"Henceforth this Englishman will know that the Dutch are a merciful
people," said Van Vogelaar, scornfully. "Had our nationalities been
reversed, he would have been left to drown as a tribute to the courage
of his comrades."
Whilst this was said, Vanderdecken continued to regard me steadfastly
and with great sternness, then on a sudden relaxing his frown, he
exclaimed in that wondrous voice of his, which put a solemn music into
his least utterance: "Come, you shiver with the cold, and have the look
of the drowned. Jans, send Prins to me; sir, please to follow."
He motioned in a haughty manner towards the poop and walked that way.
One desperate look I cast round the sea, and then with a prayer to God
that this experience might prove some eclipse of my reason from which
my mind would float out bright afresh ere long, I followed the great
figure of the captain, but with a step so faltering from weakness and
grief, that he, perceiving my condition, took me by the elbow and
supported me up the ladder to the cabin under the poop.
Whether it was this courtesy or owing to a return of my manhood--and I
trust the reader will approve the candour with which I have confessed
my cowardice--whatever might be the reason, I began now to look
about me with a growing curiosity. The interior into which Captain
Vanderdecken conducted me, was of a dingy yellowish hue, such as age
might complexion delicate white paint with. An oil lamp of a very
beautiful, elegant and rare pattern, furnished with eight panes of
glass, variously and all choicely coloured with figures of birds,
flowers and the like, though the opening at the bottom let the white
light of the oil-flame fall fair on to the table and the deck, swung by
a thin chain from a central beam. The cabin was the width of the ship,
and on its walls were oval frames, dusky as old mahogany, each one, as
I suspected, holding a painting. Over the door by which the cabin was
entered was a clock and near it hung a cage with a parrot in it. Of
ports I could see no remains, and supposed that by day all the light
that entered streamed through the windows on either side the door.
The deck was dark as with age. At the after end there were two state
cabins bulkheaded off from the living room, each with a door. The
several colours of the lamp caused it to cast a radiance like a
rainbow, and therefore it was hard to make sure of objects amid such
an intricacy of illumination; but, as I have said, the sides of the
cabin were a sickly dismal yellow, and the furniture in it was formed
of a very solid square table, with legs marvellously carved, and a
box beneath it, two benches on either hand, and a black high-backed
chair--the back of withered velvet, the wood framing it cut into many
devices--at the head or sternmost end of it.
All these things were matters to be quickly noticed. The captain,
first removing his cap, pointed to a bench, and lifting his finger,
with a glance at the starboard cabin, said in a low tone, "Sir, if
you speak be it softly, if you please," and then directed his eyes
towards the entrance from the deck, standing erect, with one hand on
the table, and manifestly waiting for the person he had styled Prins
to arrive. A ruby-coloured lustre was upon his face; his waist down
was in the white lamplight. He had a most noble port, I thought, such
an elevation of the head, such disdainful and determined erectness
of figure, as made his posture royal. There was not the least hint
in his face of the Dutch flatness and insipidity of expression one
is used to in those industrious but phlegmatic people. His nose was
aquiline, the nostrils hidden by the moustachios which mingled with
his noble Druidical beard. His forehead was square and heavy, his hair
was scanty, yet abundant enough to conceal the skin of his head; his
eyes were black, impassioned, relentless, and a ruby star now shone in
each which gave them a forbidding and formidable expression as they
moved under the shadow of his shaggy brows. He wore a coat of stout
cloth confined by buttons, and a belt round his waist. This, with his
small clothes which I have described, formed a very puzzling apparel,
the like of which I had never seen. There were no rents, nor darns nor
patches--nothing to indicate that his attire was of great age. Yet
there was something in this commanding person that caused me to know,
by feelings deeper than awe or even fear, by instincts indeed not
explicable, such as must have urged in olden times the intelligence to
the recognition of those supernatural beings you read of in Scripture,
that he was not as I was, as are other men who bear their natural parts
in the procession from the cradle to the grave. The tremendous and
shocking fears of Captain Skevington recurred to me, and methought as
I gazed at the silent, majestic seaman, that the late master of the
Saracen who, by his ending, had shown himself a madman might, as had
other insane persons in their time, have struck in one of his finer
frenzies upon a horrible truth; the mere fear of which caused me to
press my hands to my eyes with a renewal of mental anguish, and to
entreat in a swift prayer to that Being, whom he who stood before me
had defied, for power to collect my mind and for quick deliverance from
this awful situation.
Not a syllable fell from the captain till the arrival of Prins, a
parched-faced, bearded man, habited in a coarse woollen shirt, trousers
of the stuff we call fearnought, and an old jacket. He made nothing of
my presence nor condition, scarce glancing at me.
"Get this Englishman a change of clothes," said the captain. "Take what
may be needful from my cabin. They will hang loose on him but must
serve till his own are dry. Quick! you see he shivers."
All this was expressed in Dutch, but as I have before said, of an
antique character, and therefore not quickly to be followed; whence I
will not pretend that I give exactly all that was spoken, though the
substance of it is accurately reported.
The man styled Prins went to the larboard cabin at the end, whilst the
captain, going to the table, pulled from under it a great drawer, which
I had taken to be a chest, from which he lifted a silver goblet and a
strangely-fashioned stone bottle.
"Drink, sir," he exclaimed, with a certain arrogant impetuosity in his
way of pouring out the liquor and extending the goblet.
'Twas neat brandy, and the dose a large mouthful; I tossed down the
whole of it, and placed the goblet, that was very heavy and sweetly
chased, on the table with a bow of thanks.
"That will put fire into your blood," said he, returning the cup and
bottle to the drawer, and then folding his arms and looking at me under
his contracted brows, with his back to the lantern whilst he leaned
against the table. "Are you fresh from your country?"
I told him that we had sailed in April from the Thames, and had lately
come out of Table Bay.
"Is there peace between your nation and mine?" he inquired, speaking
softly, as though he feared to awaken some sleeper, though, let his
utterance be what it would, 'twas always melodious and rich.
I answered, "No; it grieves me to say it, but our countries are still
at war. I will not pretend, sir, that Great Britain has acted with good
faith towards the Batavian Republic; their High Mightinesses resent
the infraction of treaties; they protest against the manner in which
the island of St. Eustatia was devastated; they hope to recover the
Cape of Good Hope, and likewise their possessions in the Indies, more
particularly their great Coromandel factory."
Mere courtesy would have taught me to speak as soothingly as possible
of such things, though, but for the brandy, I doubt if my teeth would
not have chattered too boisterously for the utterance of even the few
words I delivered. In honest truth, I felt an unspeakable awe and
fear in addressing this man, who surveyed me with the severest, most
scornful gaze imaginable from the height of his regal stature.
"Of what are you speaking?" he exclaimed, after a frowning stare of
amazement; then waved his hand with a gesture half of pity, half of
disdain. "You have been perilously close to death," he continued, "and
this idle babble will settle into good sense when you have shifted and
slept." He smiled contemptuously with a half-look around, as though he
sought another of his own kind to address, and said as one thinking
aloud, "If Tromp and Evertzens and De Witt and De Ruyter have not yet
swept them off the seas 'tis only because they have not had time to
complete the easy task!"
As he said this the clock over the door struck two. The chimes had a
hollow, cathedral-like sound, as though indeed it was the clock of a
cathedral striking in the distance. Glancing at the direction whence
these notes issued, I was just in time to witness the acting of an
extraordinary piece of mechanism, that is to say, there arose to the
top of the clock-case, that was of some species of metal--the dial
plate of blue enamel protected with horn instead of glass--there arose,
I say, the figure of a skeleton, imitated to the life, holding in one
hand an hour-glass on which he turned his eyeless sockets by a movement
of the head, whilst with the other hand he grasped a lance or spear
that, as I afterwards perceived, he flourished to every stroke of the
clock-bell, as though he pierced something prostrate at his feet. The
figure shrank into the inside of the clock when the chimes were over.
As if to complete the bewilderment under which I laboured, scarce had
the second chime of the clock rung its last vibration, when a harsh
voice croaked out in Dutch--
"Wy Zyn al Verdomd!"
I started, and cried out involuntarily and faintly, "My God!"
"It was the parrot that spoke," said Captain Vanderdecken, with a
softening of his looks, though he did not smile. "Tis the only sentence
she seems able to pronounce. It was all she could say when I bought
her."
"Have you had her long, sir?" I inquired, feeling as though I lay
a-dreaming.
"I bought her from a Chinaman of Batavia two days before we sailed as a
gift for my eldest daughter----"
Here he was interrupted by the arrival of Prins. "The clothes are
ready, skipper," said he.
On this Vanderdecken, motioning me to be silent--a piece of behaviour
that was as puzzling as all other things--conducted me to the cabin
from which Prins had emerged, and viewing the clothes upon the bed,
said, "Yes, they will do; wear them, mynheer, till yours have been
dried. Leave this door on the hook, you will then get light enough for
your purpose from yonder lamp."
The dress consisted of warm knitted stockings, breeches of an old
pattern, and a coat with a great skirt embellished with metal buttons,
several of which were missing, and the remains of some gold lace upon
the cuffs. In addition, there was a clean linen shirt, and a pair
of South American hide boots, fawn-coloured. 'Twas like clothing
myself for a masquerade to dress in such things, but for all that I
was mighty pleased and grateful to escape from my own soaked attire,
which by keeping the surface of the body cold prohibited my nerves
from regaining their customary tone. I went to work nimbly, observing
that Captain Vanderdecken waited for me, and was soon shifted, but not
before I had viewed the cabin, which I found to be spacious enough.
The bed was curious, being what we term a four-poster, the upper ends
of the posts cleated to the ceiling, whilst the lower legs were in the
form of dolphins, and had one time been gilt with gold. There were
curtains to it of faded green silk--as I judged--ragged in places.
There were lockers, a small table, on which lay a fore-staff, or
cross-staff as it was often called, a rude ancient instrument used for
measuring the altitude of the sun before the introduction of Hadley's
quadrant, and formed of a wooden staff, having a scale of degrees and
parts of degrees marked upon it, and cross-pieces which could be moved
along it. By it stood a sand-glass for turning to tell the time by.
Against the bulkhead that separated this from the adjoining cabin were
hung two ox-eyed mirrors, the frames whereof had been gilt, also four
small paintings in oak-coloured borders richly beaded. I could see that
they were portraits of females, dim, the hues being faded. The ceiling
of this cabin showed traces of having been, once on a time, very
handsomely painted with the hand.
Other things I noticed were a copper speaking-trumpet and an ancient
perspective glass--such as poets of Vanderdecken's time would style an
optic tube--very weighty, and formed of two tubes. This thing stood on
brackets, under which hung a watch, of as true a sphere as an orange,
and of the size of one.
Indeed, look where you would, you could not fail to guess how stout and
noble a ship this Braave, as her captain named her, must have been in
those distant years which witnessed her birth.
My costume made me feel ridiculous enough, for, whereas the boots
might have belonged to a period when Shelvocke and Clipperton were
plundering the Spaniards in the south seas, the coat was of a fashion
of about thirty years past, whilst the breeches were such as merchant
captains and mates wore when I was first going to sea. However,
being changed and dry, I stepped forth, bearing my wet clothes with
me, but they were immediately taken from me by Prins, who had been
standing near the door unperceived by me. On my appearing, Captain
Vanderdecken rose from the chair at the head of the table, but seemed
to find nothing in my dress to amuse him. The vari-coloured light was
extremely confusing, and it was with the utmost pains that I could
discern the expression of his face, but, so far as I made out, it
was one of extreme melancholy, touched with lights and shades by his
moods, which yet left the prevailing character unchanged. Indeed, the
dreadful fancies of Captain Skevington smote me fiercely once again,
for, as I live to say it, the countenance of this tall and haughty
seaman did suggest to me the melancholy you notice on the face of
the dead--meaningless as that look in them may be--but in his case
irradiated by the tints and expressions of vitality, insomuch that I
fully felt the force of the remark the master of the Plymouth snow had
made to Captain Skevington touching the man he had seen on board the
Death Ship, namely, that he was a corpse artificially animated and most
terrible to behold for his suggestions of death-in-life.
"Will you go to rest?" said he.
"I am willing to do whatever you desire," said I. "Your kindness is
great and I thank you for it."
"Ay," he replied, "spite of the war I'd liefer serve an Englishman
than one of any other country. The old and the young Commonwealths
should be friends. On either hand there are mighty hearts, you in your
Blakes, your Ayscues, your Monks; we in our Van Tromp, whom the King
of Denmark, to my great joy before I sailed, honourably justified to
the people of Holland, and in Van Galen, Ruyter, with other skilled and
lion-hearted men, whom I shall glory in greeting on my return."
He seemed to reflect a moment, and suddenly cried, with a passionate
sparkle in his eyes, "But 'twas cowardly in your captain to order his
men to fire upon our boat. What did we seek? Such tobacco as you could
have spared, which we were willing to purchase. By the vengeance of
Heaven, 'twas a deed unworthy of Englishmen."
I did not dare explain the true cause, and said, gently, "Sir, our
captain lay dead in his cabin. The men, missing the chief, fell into a
panic at the sight of this ship, for she showed large in the dusk, and
we feared you meant to lay us aboard."
"Enough!" he exclaimed, imperiously. "Follow me to your cabin."
He led the way on to the deck and we descended the quarter-deck ladder.