THE GALE.
"THE Wind seems to be hauling," said the mate, walking aft, and
addressing his superior.
"Keep her a good full," said the captain, to the man at the helm.
"Ay, ay, sir," said the old tar, as he tried to make the sails draw by
altering the vessel's course a point or two more free.
"Here it is, sure enough," said the captain, "from the southwest. Up
with the men forward once more, Mr. Faulkner!--we must humor our
beauty."
"All hands oil deck!" shouted the mate at the hatch--an order which as
before was perfectly obeyed.
Almost as quickly as the foremast had been stripped of the square rig it
had at first borne, it was once more clothed again with its topsail and
mainsail, and in less than fifteen minutes the "Sea Witch" was under a
cloud of canvass, with studd'nsails out on both sides, while the fore
and aft sails on the main and mizzen were boomed out wing and wing dead
before the wind. The staysails and jibs were hauled down now as useless,
and the vessel flew like a courser. The change of wind had brought the
sea up, and the vessel had a gradual roll, causing the waves now and
then to come gracefully in over the waist, while the extreme fore and
aft parts of the handsome craft were perfectly dry.
"It has set her to waltzing, Mr. Faulkner," said his superior; "but she
improves her speed upon to it, and I think the breeze freshens from this
new quarter."
"Yes, sir. Do you see the long bank of white hereaway to the
south-southwest; it looks like a fog bank, but may be a squall," said
the mate.
"There are few squalls in these latitudes, Mr. Faulkner, and yet I don't
like the looks of the weather in the southern board," said the captain,
as he gazed to windward, with a quick, searching glance.
While he spoke, the wind came fresher and fresher, and now and then a
damp puff and lull, that were too significant tokens for a seaman to
disregard. Captain Ratlin jumped upon the inner braces of the taffrail,
and shading his eyes with his hands for a moment, looked steadily to
windward, then glanced at his well-filled sails as though he was loth to
lose even a minute of such a fair wind. He delayed, however, but a
second, when jumping down to the deck again, he issued his orders in
those brief but significant tones of voice, which at the same time
imparts promptness and confidence in a waiting crew on shipboard.
"In studd'nsails, gaff-topsails, fore royal and top-gallantsails, with a
will, men, cheerily, cheerily O!"
These were tones that the crew of the "Sea Witch" were no strangers to,
and sounds they loved, for they betokened a thorough and complete
feeling of confidence between commander and men, and they worked with
spirit.
"Lay aft here, and brail the spanker up!" continued the captain,
promptly.
"Ay, ay, sir!" was the response of a half dozen ready hands, as they
sprang to do his bidding.
The vessel was thus, by the consummation of these orders, quickly
reduced to her mainsail, foresail, and foretopsail, while she flew
before the on-coming gale at the rate of seventeen or eighteen knots an
hour, being actually much faster than the sea. It was now evident to
every one on board that a severe gale of wind was gathering, and its
force was momentarily more powerfully exercised upon the vessel.
"She staggers under it, Mr. Faulkner," said his superior, with a
calmness that evinced perfect self-reliance and coolness, while he
regarded the increasing gale.
"Ay, sir, you can drive her at almost any speed," answered the mate.
"She's like a mettled courser, sir, and loves the fleet track."
"Scud while you can, Mr. Faulkner, it's a true nautical rule. Some men
will always heave a ship to if there is a cap fill of--"
"Double-reef the mainsail!" shouted the captain, interrupting himself,
to give an order that he saw was imperative.
"--Wind, but I believe in scudding, if you can," he added.
"Double-reef foretopsail! and look ye, Mr. Faulkner, have presenter
sheets bent on the foresail, this wind is in earnest," said his
superior, more seriously, as he jumped into the mizzen shrouds and
scanned the sea to windward again.
The gale still increased, and everything being now made snug on board
the "Sea Witch," she was run before it with almost incredible speed. It
would have been a study to have regarded the calm self-possession and
complete coolness of the young commander during this startling gale; he
never once left his post, every inch of the vessel seemed under his eye,
and not the least trifle of duty was for a moment forgotten. If
possible, he was more particular than usual that his orders in the
smallest item were strictly observed, and thus with his iron will and
strong intelligence he mastered every contingency of the hour, imparting
that indispensable confidence among his people so requisite to perfect
control. There was a firmness now expressed in the compressed lips, and
a sternness in the eye, that had not before been manifested, while there
was a breathing of authority in his smallest order.
In an instant more the scene was changed! With terrific violence the
vessel flew up in the wind with the rapidity of thought, and a report
like that of a score of cannons fired at the same moment, was heard
above the roar of the winds.
"What lubberly trick is this?" shouted the captain, fiercely, to the old
tar who held his station at the wheel, and on whose faithfulness
everything depended.
"The wheel rope has parted on the larboard side, your honor," was the
reply.
"That is no man's fault," said his commander. "Bear a hand here, Mr.
Faulkner, and bend on a fresh wheel rope. Be lively; sir, be lively!"
The sails had been blown from the bolt-ropes, in an instant of time, and
the vessel now lay wallowing in the sea. Now once more was seen the
power of discipline and the coolness of the young commander, whose word
was law in that floating community. Fifty voices were raised in shouts
above the storm, suggesting this expedient and that, but that agile
figure, which we have already described, sprang lightly into the mizzen
shrouds, and with a voice that was heard by every soul on board the "Sea
Witch," shouted sternly:
"Silence in the ship!"
Not a voice was heard, and every man quietly awaited his order, looking
abashed that there had been a tongue heard save his who had the right
alone to speak.
"Cast the gasket off the foot of the fore and aft foresail."
"Ay, ay, sir!" responded the mate, who having secured the rudder, now
hastened by his commander, followed by a dozen hands, to execute the
order.
"Haul the sheet to port!"
"Ay, ay, sir!"
"Belay that!"
As the vessel felt the power of the canvass thus opportunely loosed and
brought to bear, she gradually paid off before the wind, and once more
had steerage way. Another foresail was now bent, and this time
double-reefed, the foretopsail, too, was bent, close-reefed and furled,
while the fore and aft foresail was once more stowed, leaving the "Sea
Witch" to scud under double-reefed foresail.
Five days of steady blow continued before the vessel could again show
more than a small portion of her canvass. Then the wind once more hauled
to the northwest, and the "Sea Witch" donned heir fore and aft rig on
all her masts steering close-hauled again due cast, until the lofty
headlands of the Cape de Verds hove gradually in sight, and the fleet
clipper craft made her anchorage in the harbor of Port Praya.
The "Sea Witch," whatever her business in this harbor, seemed able to
transact it without venturing inside the forts, or taking stronger
moorings than a single anchor could afford her. At this she rode with
mysterious quiet. Not a soul of the full complement of men on board were
visible from the shore; now and then perhaps the head of some taller
hand than his fellows might loom up above the bulwarks at the waist, or
a solitary seaman creep quietly aloft to reave a sheet through some
block, or secure some portion of the rigging. The captain scarcely
waited for his land-tackle to hold the vessel before a quarter-boat was
lowered away, and with a half-dozen sturdy fellows as its crew pulled
boldly towards the main landing, where he stepped ashore and
disappeared.
A suspicious eye would have marked the manner in which the sails upon
the "Sea Witch" had been secured, and the way in which she was moored.
If need be, three minutes would have covered her with canvass, and
slipping her cable she could in that space of time, had the order been
issued from her quarter deck, have been under way and looking once more
seaward. Whatever her business, it was very clear that promptness,
secrecy, and large precaution were elements of its success.
Nor had these characteristics, which we have named, escaped entire
observation of the people on shore, for at the nearest point of land a
group of idlers were visible, who stood gazing at and discussing the
character of the vessel, while at the same moment her young commander
was seen with his boat's crew pulling back from the landing to his
craft. His business was brief enough, for even now the anchor is once
more away. The gallant ship spreads her broad wings one by one, and
gracefully bending to the power of the breeze, glides, like a fleet
courser, over the fathomless depths of the sea, while the mind that
controls her motions again assumes his reverie on the quarter-deck.