"A HOME ON THE ROLLING DEEP"
I found Luke Miller, the captain of the boat, to be kind and friendly.
Not that he took any notice of me for several days. He did not. But
when we arrived at Plymouth, and were away from the crew, he began to
talk kindly to me.
"Tretheway," he said, "I don't know anything about you, and it may be
that in talking freely to you I am in one sense taking a liberty. May
be you have been brought up well; fact, I'm sure you have. But all
that's no business of mine. What I want to say is this, I like you. I
daren't show it at sea, as there'd be jealousy. At the same time, if
ever I can show my real friendship to you, or if ever you want a
friend, you know where to come."
I thanked him warmly.
"There's just another thing to say, lad. You've had a quiet time on
board yet, for the men ain't known what to make of you, but they begin
to feel their way. They fancies you are a swell and a sneak, so keep
your weather eye open. The best men of the crew are leaving here, too,
and I am afraid I shall have to pick up a rough lot, so, as I say, keep
a sharp look out."
I found this advice very much to the point a day or two after. Not
that I minded much. I was too terribly bitter towards almost
everything to care what happened to me. Still, when we were fairly out
at sea from Plymouth, and the men began to play practical jokes upon
me, I remembered the captain's words and remained cool.
There were one or two discontented men on board who took it into their
heads that I had a doubtful past, and, moreover, that I had a secret in
my life of the discovery of which I was in constant fear.
It was afternoon, and the men having nothing special to do were
standing lazily around. I was making my way to the bowsprit, and was
walking rather rapidly, when the biggest bully on the boat put out his
foot and threw me head foremost. This was received with a loud guffaw
of derisive laughter, and the man who had done it was highly
complimented on his achievement. I took no notice, however, doing that
which I had set out to do. This, instead of lessening their dislike
for me, increased it, and for days after I was subjected to many petty
annoyances. A few weeks before, I should not have stood it. I was
wild and passionate then, full of life and strength, now I was so
bitter that I scarcely felt any interest in anything. Besides that,
the men were so low and brutal that I disliked encountering them.
At last I went to them and asked what I had done to make them
constantly wish to annoy me.
"Because tha'art a coward and a snaik," said one.
"A spy and a tell-tale," said another.
"Cause you think yourself too good to mix with we, who are a mighty
sight better than you," said another.
"Or else you're afraid we'll find out something of your dirty ways,"
said two or three together.
I felt sick and sad at heart. To mix with these men was bad enough, to
come into such relationship with them as would lead to a brawl was
worse.
"I'm not a coward, a spy, a sneak or a tell-tale," I said quietly. "I
don't think myself too good to mix with any honest man, and I'm not
afraid of your finding out anything about me."
With that the bully placed himself before me and spat in my face. In a
moment my calmness and self-control were gone, and in a minute more we
were engaged in a hand-to-hand fight. The devil that my hatred for my
brother had aroused now showed itself, and I fought with all the fury
of a demon. My opponent was as big as I, and as strong, or would have
been had he not abused his strength by evil habits; and in addition to
this, he knew many tricks of fighting unknown to me. Minute after
minute we fought, he more for the love of fighting than for hatred for
me, I with a mad heart, and with every evil passion aroused. If at
that moment I could in no other way have beaten him save by selling my
soul to the devil, I am sure I should not have hesitated to make the
bargain. I had allowed an evil passion to enter my heart, and it had
poisoned my whole being. Thus it was that I determined to die rather
than be conquered.
A determined man can do almost anything. A mad man is supernaturally
strong. I was both. Thus, at length, by a trick of wrestling, and a
blow that would have felled an ox, I laid him bruised, bleeding and
senseless on the deck. This did not satisfy me. I turned to another
who had been prominent in seeking to quarrel and laid him beside the
first. Then like a mad bull I rushed upon the rest.
I don't know what happened after that, save that there was a terrible
scuffle, and I found myself struggling in the grasp of brawny arms,
after which I felt a heavy stunning blow which rendered me oblivious to
all my surroundings.
When I awoke to consciousness I was in chains, and the captain by my
side.
"Well, Tretheway," said he, "and this is the way you carry on?"
I was silent.
"I took you for a decent lad, perhaps my better in many things, and
yet, here I find you fightin' like th' old Nick himself."
"What have I done?" I said sulkily.
"Done! Why disabled two men, unfitted them for work for a week at
least, knocked two more into a cocked hat, and would have killed 'em if
the whole crew hadn't seized you and took you below here and put you in
irons!"
"Somebody has struck me," I said. "I've a wound on my head."
"A chap said he were obliged to do that or you'd a bin the death of
him."
"Captain," I said, "you know the truth about this, and that I sought no
quarrel; but now, now--if one of them dares to trifle with me I'll----"
"You won't have the chance, Tretheway, my boy. Every man jack of 'em
declares they will not sail with you. They've all given warnin' unless
you are dropped at the first port."
"Why?"
"Because they say you are not a man but a devil. They say yer eyes
were red, and they see a flame a comin' from yer mouth as you fought,
and although they're a bad lot I hain't got time to get a fresh crew to
suit you, so you must either be left in irons until we get to London,
or be dropped at Dover."
"I'll go to London," I said; "I may stand a better chance there."
The captain left me, and I was again alone. I did not feel at all
excited, but a kind of despair possessed me. I was not at all
surprised or annoyed at the men. I felt that they were right. I
should have done harm to them had I remained at liberty. I was not fit
to have my irons knocked off. The spirit of hatred possessed me,
hatred that was dark and murderous, and hatred is the devil.
I spoke to no one during the time I remained on the vessel. I spoke
not when the irons were knocked off my feet and hands by the captain.
I climbed to the deck, and saw the men huddled together as if in fear,
and I stood and watched them; then I looked and saw we were anchored in
a great tidal river, and that London, great London, was on either side
of me. Once it would have aroused all the enthusiasm and excitement of
my nature. Now I was unmoved. I was about to leave the boat, when a
thought struck me and I turned to the captain.
"Captain Luke Miller," I said, "you know the whole meaning and history
of this matter, and that I picked no quarrel. I don't grumble; but I
want you to stretch a point for me. Can you give me a certificate as
an able-bodied seaman?"
He did not speak, but put a piece of paper in my hand, and pointed to
the board by which I was to leave the boat. I gave him a look of
thankfulness and left.
I tramped through the crowded London streets unheedingly. I did not
realise the seething surging, masses of people; I forgot that I was in
the greatest city of the world, the centre of thought, and power, and
learning.
At length I came to London Bridge. I did not know it at the time, but
I have since learned that such was the fact. I stood for a little
while wondering at the great crowds of busy people, and then I looked
at the broad, dirty river. A large vessel was being unloaded of her
cargo, and I went straight to the captain.
I asked him for a place among the crew. He looked at me suspiciously
and then said, "Who was your last captain?"
I told him.
"Let's have a look at your papers," he said.
Although I had not looked at what Captain Luke Miller had given me, I
handed the certificate to this skipper, who read it carefully.
"I'll engage you," he said, giving me back my certificate.
I looked at it afterwards and found the reason of my ready acceptance.
Luke Miller had proved a friend indeed, and had spoken very highly of
me.
In a few days we set sail, during which time I remained on board. I
had no desire to see London; I wished to be away on the broad, deep sea.
I found that we were bound for a long voyage, and that the captain had
got together a very motley crew. This did not trouble me; in fact, I
was glad on both scores. The journey would take me away--I cared not
where, the savagery of the crew accorded with my own wild feelings.
They were a poor, degraded set, weak physically, and with the stamp of
villainy upon them. Their conversation was degrading, their every
thought was steeped with filth. I soon made myself a sort of
unofficial captain among them, and by a strong will held them in
subjection.
I dropped my pen at the last word, for I found myself beginning to
describe in detail my seafaring experience, and I must not do that. It
is not necessary, nor will it be interesting. One or two prominent
facts I shall relate, the rest must be imagined.
I sailed with this captain and this crew nearly twelve months, then I
left them, and for the next seven years I went from ship to ship and
from crew to crew.
I need not have done so, but I determined not to set my foot on English
ground. I wished to keep away from every association and thought of my
past life. There is not much that I need describe. I had the usual
experience of seafaring men. I experienced cold, hunger, and storm;
but was indifferent to them. I do not think I had any interest in
life. Often death stared me in the face, and I did not flinch. I
should not have minded had the hand of death struck me down. Indeed,
if I ever wished for anything it was that I should die, and still I
remained strong, and hearty, and well.
But my love for Ruth died not, my hatred for Wilfred was as strong as
it was when I had seen him with Ruth on the great headland watching the
ship in which I sailed. Every fact of my early life, and of my
relations with Ruth, was as real and vivid as when I had lived at home.
The eight years I had been away had destroyed neither my memory, nor my
feelings.
It was a wild life I lived. I had no friends, no ties, nothing, in
fact, to refine or purify. The hatred in my heart kept me from being
loved by my associates, and nothing kept me from sinking to the lowest
depths of degradation but my love for Ruth. Often, when I was on the
point of yielding to the low and the depraved, my love for her saved
me. That was a pure force in my life, and it was my salvation.
Often did I think of the old home life. Often did I imagine what my
mother and the rest would be doing. Sometimes I asked myself if ever
they thought of me, or if they had any idea as to what had become of
me. I tried to comfort myself by believing that they thought about me,
or that they mourned me as dead. Then I hoped that they wished me
alive and waited for my home-coming; but that hope was speedily
dispelled by the remembrance of my last interview with Ruth and my
mother.
Strange to say, I never once longed to return home; never once desired
that my feet should stand on the spongy turf on the great headland;
never wanted to speak to any one of the family. I felt that I was a
banished man, homeless and friendless.
It may be that some will say the "Trewinion's curse" is merely an idle
tale. I know not; this I know: that ever since I realised my hatred
for Wilfred, on the morning of my departure, I lived a new life, a life
that was all dark. The skies were black, the earth was black, and,
worst of all, my heart was black. Never since then had I known real
joy or gladness. A terrible despair gnawed at my heart, and this I
carried everywhere. I had thought that by going away from the scenes
of my childhood I should escape my sorrow. I was foolish to think so.
I discovered that sorrow comes not so much from the outward; it comes
from the heart, from the man himself. Wherever I went I could not
shake off the shadow of self, and thus I was never free from sorrow and
pain.
At the end of eight years there was a change in my life. I was now
more than thirty. My softer feelings, all but one, had gone. I was as
hard and callous as the cliffs which surround the Cornish coast. At
this time we were sailing the Indian seas, and our vessel was laden
with a valuable cargo. The men were lazily standing around on the
deck, while the captain stood with his glass to his eye eagerly
scanning a distant object.
We took no notice for a while, then it was whispered along the deck
that the captain had seen a curious, suspicious-looking craft that was
evidently bearing down upon us. This whisper was soon confirmed by the
fact that our vessel's course was altered, and every stitch of canvas
that she could carry was hoisted. In spite of this, however, we saw
that the other boat was gaining rapidly upon us, and must in a very few
hours overtake us.
I saw that a great fear had seized the crew, for there was but little
doubt that our pursuer was a pirate. For myself I did not care. I was
indifferent to life, and it mattered not what became of me. It was,
however, in my nature to fight for the side on which I found myself, so
like the rest I prepared for the struggle. When the two vessels were
near each other our pursuer hoisted a black flag, then we were sure of
what would follow.
Never was a crew braver than ours; every man fought for dear life, but
we were no match for the assailants. They were double our number and
armed to the teeth. At length we were overpowered and bound. The
vessel was no longer in our possession, and the company to which she
belonged would have to suffer a great loss. It was not that of which
we were thinking, however. Every man was in terrible dread as to what
his own future would be.
The captain of the pirate ship was one of the most striking men I ever
saw. He was, perhaps, forty years of age, and was of Spanish
extraction. His eyes and hair were as black as the raven's wing, and
his skin was of a dark, olive colour. His crew were likewise
Spaniards, plainly outlaws of the worst character. But I noticed that
they all loved and obeyed their chief. I did not wonder at their
obeying him, his personality was so strong, but I did wonder at their
loving him. He seemed stern, harsh, and violent.
After we had all been bound, I saw the captain of the pirate ship
consulting with his men; evidently they were deciding what to do with
us, and there seemed some difference of opinion. Presently the captain
inspected us one by one. We were by no means as fine a crew as our
conquerors, not simply in numbers, but in kind. We were made up of
different nationalities, and I was the only Englishman among the whole
number. There were Greeks, Arabs, Turks, and one or two Austrians
among us. The captain and the mates were all Greeks, and the ship
belonged to a Greek company. Most of the men were small in bone, and
while strong and wiry, were by no means striking in appearance.
After he had looked at us some time, there was another consultation,
and at length they decided what to do, and we saw that preparations
were being made. Eagerly I scanned the sea, but not a sail was in
sight, no help was near, and careless as I had been about danger my
heart felt heavy.
With blanched faces our men saw a plank which reached a few yards into
the sea, placed on the vessel's deck, and with beating hearts we saw
the officers of our ship bound.
I will not try and describe the scene. Hard and rough as I was, it was
terrible to see men killed in cold blood. In vain the captain pleaded
that he had a wife and little ones. No mercy was shown, and, although
we dreaded the sight, our eyes were drawn, as if by a magnet, to see
the men who had commanded us walking to their death. Even now their
awful shrieks as they fell into the sea ring in my ears. And we were
all bound, unable to help them, and waiting for a similar doom.
Then we saw what caused us common sailors hope. A good-sized boat was
lowered, and provisions were placed in it; and one by one, the men were
told to board it, This they gladly did, until I was left alone. I was
preparing to follow, when the captain came up to me. He took a long
look at me and then spoke to his men. I had picked up enough of
Spanish during the years I had been away to understand an ordinary
conversation, so I followed every word he said. His opinion was that I
should make a splendid addition to their crew, and that it was a pity I
should be lost to them.
"Your name?" he said to me abruptly.
"Richard Tretheway!"
"Ah, you are English?"
"Yes."
"How long since you were there?"
"Eight years."
"Why have you kept away from your home so long?"
"For private reasons."
"Ah!" he said eagerly, and he looked at me keenly. "One of us, eh?
Stand up, Richard Tretheway."
I stood up. Tall as he was, I was taller, and broader too, for that
part. The Trewinions have ever been a race of giants.
"What do you wish us to do with you?" he said at length.
"I'm not anxious."
"Then you don't mind walking the plank?"
"It won't matter much. I must die some time, and I've not much to live
for."
The captain's eyes sparkled.
"What do you think of us?" he said at length.
I looked at our crew, who were evidently to be sent away to die. I
thought of our officers who had only a few minutes before been
condemned to death, and I said savagely:
"I think you are bloodthirsty villains--demons out of hell."
He laughed a mirthless, cruel laugh, while the crew demanded my death.
"What would you do if you had us in your power?"
"Hang you."
"Why?"
"To rid the earth of such a crew."
"Let him walk the plank," cried the men.
But the captain was more forbearing.
"Why, look you," he said, "you are just as bad as we. We sent your
officers to Heaven or to the other place for our safety, while you
would send us there for the safety of the world. Who has the most
reason on his side?"
I was silent at this, and the captain went on: "You fought like a mad
bull when we were boarding you. There are three men down under lying
half dead because of you."
"Serve them right," I said, "I was defending the party attacked, and,
while I don't care a fig for my own life, I would fight to defend those
who do."
"Would you like to be one of us?" said the captain.
"What would you have me do?"
"Be a king on the high seas."
In spite of everything I felt a liking for the captain. There was a
fascinating power about him, and I wanted to know about him. My eight
years on the wave had hardened me, and my hatred had dulled my higher
feelings.
"Look you," he went on, "we are not wholly bad. We have freed hundreds
of slaves, and while we live by plunder we only take from the strong
and the rich. Only last week we set at liberty two hundred slaves who
would have been sold to a living death."
He went on speaking in this strain until I was less bitter towards him,
but I said:
"All this does not prove that you are not cold-blooded villains. The
officers of my ship are now dead through you. Your robbery is bad.
Your murder is worse."
Again the men clamoured; but again the captain went on:
"What, are we worse than your English man-of-war vessels? You go to
war with a country, you take her vessels, you kill her men, and your
crews divide the booty. What, are we worse? Nay, we are better!"
I did not attempt to argue further with him, being maddened at the
thought of my captain being killed, and of the wife and children who
would have to bewail his loss. So instead of answering him I burst
into a torrent of abuse.
"Tie his hands and blindfold him," cried the captain savagely.
In a few seconds this was done!
They placed me on the plank.
"Walk!" cried the captain.
In a second a vision of my old home flashed before me, but I walked
straight on. I felt the warp of the plank, and knew I was nearing the
end!
Step by step I walked, then my foot went into space, and in a minute
more I fell bound into the deep sea, hearing the savage yell of the
pirate crew as I did so!