chapter i on my right hand there were lines offishing stakes resembling a mysterious system of half-submerged bamboo fences,incomprehensible in its division of the domain of tropical fishes, and crazy of aspect as if abandoned forever by somenomad tribe of fishermen now gone to the other end of the ocean; for there was nosign of human habitation as far as the eye could reach. to the left a group of barren islets,suggesting ruins of stone walls, towers, and blockhouses, had its foundations set ina blue sea that itself looked solid, so
still and stable did it lie below my feet; even the track of light from the westeringsun shone smoothly, without that animated glitter which tells of an imperceptibleripple. and when i turned my head to take a partingglance at the tug which had just left us anchored outside the bar, i saw thestraight line of the flat shore joined to the stable sea, edge to edge, with a perfect and unmarked closeness, in oneleveled floor half brown, half blue under the enormous dome of the sky. corresponding in their insignificance tothe islets of the sea, two small clumps of
trees, one on each side of the only faultin the impeccable joint, marked the mouth of the river meinam we had just left on the first preparatory stage of our homewardjourney; and, far back on the inland level, a larger and loftier mass, the grovesurrounding the great paknam pagoda, was the only thing on which the eye could rest from the vain task of exploring themonotonous sweep of the horizon. here and there gleams as of a few scatteredpieces of silver marked the windings of the great river; and on the nearest of them,just within the bar, the tug steaming right into the land became lost to my sight, hull
and funnel and masts, as though theimpassive earth had swallowed her up without an effort, without a tremor. my eye followed the light cloud of hersmoke, now here, now there, above the plain, according to the devious curves ofthe stream, but always fainter and farther away, till i lost it at last behind themiter-shaped hill of the great pagoda. and then i was left alone with my ship,anchored at the head of the gulf of siam. she floated at the starting point of a longjourney, very still in an immense stillness, the shadows of her spars flungfar to the eastward by the setting sun. at that moment i was alone on her decks.
there was not a sound in her--and around usnothing moved, nothing lived, not a canoe on the water, not a bird in the air, not acloud in the sky. in this breathless pause at the thresholdof a long passage we seemed to be measuring our fitness for a long and arduousenterprise, the appointed task of both our existences to be carried out, far from all human eyes, with only sky and sea forspectators and for judges. there must have been some glare in the airto interfere with one's sight, because it was only just before the sun left us thatmy roaming eyes made out beyond the highest ridges of the principal islet of the group
something which did away with the solemnityof perfect solitude. the tide of darkness flowed on swiftly; andwith tropical suddenness a swarm of stars came out above the shadowy earth, while ilingered yet, my hand resting lightly on my ship's rail as if on the shoulder of atrusted friend. but, with all that multitude of celestialbodies staring down at one, the comfort of quiet communion with her was gone for good. and there were also disturbing sounds bythis time--voices, footsteps forward; the steward flitted along the main-deck, abusily ministering spirit; a hand bell tinkled urgently under the poop deck....
i found my two officers waiting for me nearthe supper table, in the lighted cuddy. we sat down at once, and as i helped thechief mate, i said: "are you aware that there is a shipanchored inside the islands? i saw her mastheads above the ridge as thesun went down." he raised sharply his simple face,overcharged by a terrible growth of whisker, and emitted his usualejaculations: "bless my soul, sir! you don't say so!" my second mate was a round-cheeked, silentyoung man, grave beyond his years, i thought; but as our eyes happened to meet idetected a slight quiver on his lips.
i looked down at once. it was not my part to encourage sneering onboard my ship. it must be said, too, that i knew verylittle of my officers. in consequence of certain events of noparticular significance, except to myself, i had been appointed to the command only afortnight before. neither did i know much of the handsforward. all these people had been together foreighteen months or so, and my position was that of the only stranger on board. i mention this because it has some bearingon what is to follow.
but what i felt most was my being astranger to the ship; and if all the truth must be told, i was somewhat of a strangerto myself. the youngest man on board (barring thesecond mate), and untried as yet by a position of the fullest responsibility, iwas willing to take the adequacy of the others for granted. they had simply to be equal to their tasks;but i wondered how far i should turn out faithful to that ideal conception of one'sown personality every man sets up for himself secretly. meantime the chief mate, with an almostvisible effect of collaboration on the part
of his round eyes and frightful whiskers,was trying to evolve a theory of the anchored ship. his dominant trait was to take all thingsinto earnest consideration. he was of a painstaking turn of mind. as he used to say, he "liked to account tohimself" for practically everything that came in his way, down to a miserablescorpion he had found in his cabin a week before. the why and the wherefore of that scorpion--how it got on board and came to select his room rather than the pantry (which was adark place and more what a scorpion would
be partial to), and how on earth it managed to drown itself in the inkwell of hiswriting desk--had exercised him infinitely. the ship within the islands was much moreeasily accounted for; and just as we were about to rise from table he made hispronouncement. she was, he doubted not, a ship from homelately arrived. probably she drew too much water to crossthe bar except at the top of spring tides. therefore she went into that natural harborto wait for a few days in preference to remaining in an open roadstead."that's so," confirmed the second mate, suddenly, in his slightly hoarse voice.
"she draws over twenty feet.she's the liverpool ship sephora with a cargo of coal.hundred and twenty-three days from cardiff." we looked at him in surprise."the tugboat skipper told me when he came on board for your letters, sir," explainedthe young man. "he expects to take her up the river theday after tomorrow." after thus overwhelming us with the extentof his information he slipped out of the cabin. the mate observed regretfully that he"could not account for that young fellow's
whims."what prevented him telling us all about it at once, he wanted to know. i detained him as he was making a move.for the last two days the crew had had plenty of hard work, and the night beforethey had very little sleep. i felt painfully that i--a stranger--wasdoing something unusual when i directed him to let all hands turn in without setting ananchor watch. i proposed to keep on deck myself till oneo'clock or thereabouts. i would get the second mate to relieve meat that hour. "he will turn out the cook and the stewardat four," i concluded, "and then give you a
call. of course at the slightest sign of any sortof wind we'll have the hands up and make a start at once."he concealed his astonishment. "very well, sir." outside the cuddy he put his head in thesecond mate's door to inform him of my unheard-of caprice to take a five hours'anchor watch on myself. i heard the other raise his voiceincredulously--"what? the captain himself?"then a few more murmurs, a door closed, then another.
a few moments later i went on deck. my strangeness, which had made mesleepless, had prompted that unconventional arrangement, as if i had expected in thosesolitary hours of the night to get on terms with the ship of which i knew nothing, manned by men of whom i knew very littlemore. fast alongside a wharf, littered like anyship in port with a tangle of unrelated things, invaded by unrelated shore people,i had hardly seen her yet properly. now, as she lay cleared for sea, thestretch of her main-deck seemed to me very fine under the stars.very fine, very roomy for her size, and
very inviting. i descended the poop and paced the waist,my mind picturing to myself the coming passage through the malay archipelago, downthe indian ocean, and up the atlantic. all its phases were familiar enough to me,every characteristic, all the alternatives which were likely to face me on the highseas--everything!... except the novel responsibility of command. but i took heart from the reasonablethought that the ship was like other ships, the men like other men, and that the seawas not likely to keep any special surprises expressly for my discomfiture.
arrived at that comforting conclusion, ibethought myself of a cigar and went below to get it.all was still down there. everybody at the after end of the ship wassleeping profoundly. i came out again on the quarter-deck,agreeably at ease in my sleeping suit on that warm breathless night, barefooted, aglowing cigar in my teeth, and, going forward, i was met by the profound silenceof the fore end of the ship. only as i passed the door of theforecastle, i heard a deep, quiet, trustful sigh of some sleeper inside. and suddenly i rejoiced in the greatsecurity of the sea as compared with the
unrest of the land, in my choice of thatuntempted life presenting no disquieting problems, invested with an elementary moral beauty by the absolute straightforwardnessof its appeal and by the singleness of its purpose. the riding light in the forerigging burnedwith a clear, untroubled, as if symbolic, flame, confident and bright in themysterious shades of the night. passing on my way aft along the other sideof the ship, i observed that the rope side ladder, put over, no doubt, for the masterof the tug when he came to fetch away our letters, had not been hauled in as itshould have been.
i became annoyed at this, for exactitude insome small matters is the very soul of discipline. then i reflected that i had myselfperemptorily dismissed my officers from duty, and by my own act had prevented theanchor watch being formally set and things properly attended to. i asked myself whether it was wise ever tointerfere with the established routine of duties even from the kindest of motives.my action might have made me appear eccentric. goodness only knew how that absurdlywhiskered mate would "account" for my
conduct, and what the whole ship thought ofthat informality of their new captain. i was vexed with myself. not from compunction certainly, but, as itwere mechanically, i proceeded to get the ladder in myself. now a side ladder of that sort is a lightaffair and comes in easily, yet my vigorous tug, which should have brought it flying onboard, merely recoiled upon my body in a totally unexpected jerk. what the devil!...i was so astounded by the immovableness of that ladder that i remained stock-still,trying to account for it to myself like
that imbecile mate of mine. in the end, of course, i put my head overthe rail. the side of the ship made an opaque belt ofshadow on the darkling glassy shimmer of the sea. but i saw at once something elongated andpale floating very close to the ladder. before i could form a guess a faint flashof phosphorescent light, which seemed to issue suddenly from the naked body of aman, flickered in the sleeping water with the elusive, silent play of summerlightning in a night sky. with a gasp i saw revealed to my stare apair of feet, the long legs, a broad livid
back immersed right up to the neck in agreenish cadaverous glow. one hand, awash, clutched the bottom rungof the ladder. he was complete but for the head.a headless corpse! the cigar dropped out of my gaping mouthwith a tiny plop and a short hiss quite audible in the absolute stillness of allthings under heaven. at that i suppose he raised up his face, adimly pale oval in the shadow of the ship's side. but even then i could only barely make outdown there the shape of his black-haired head.
however, it was enough for the horrid,frost-bound sensation which had gripped me about the chest to pass off.the moment of vain exclamations was past, too. i only climbed on the spare spar and leanedover the rail as far as i could, to bring my eyes nearer to that mystery floatingalongside. as he hung by the ladder, like a restingswimmer, the sea lightning played about his limbs at every stir; and he appeared in itghastly, silvery, fishlike. he remained as mute as a fish, too. he made no motion to get out of the water,either.
it was inconceivable that he should notattempt to come on board, and strangely troubling to suspect that perhaps he didnot want to. and my first words were prompted by justthat troubled incertitude. "what's the matter?"i asked in my ordinary tone, speaking down to the face upturned exactly under mine. "cramp," it answered, no louder.then slightly anxious, "i say, no need to call anyone.""i was not going to," i said. "are you alone on deck?" "yes."i had somehow the impression that he was on
the point of letting go the ladder to swimaway beyond my ken--mysterious as he came. but, for the moment, this being appearingas if he had risen from the bottom of the sea (it was certainly the nearest land tothe ship) wanted only to know the time. i told him. and he, down there, tentatively:"i suppose your captain's turned in?" "i am sure he isn't," i said. he seemed to struggle with himself, for iheard something like the low, bitter murmur of doubt."what's the good?" his next words came out with a hesitatingeffort.
"look here, my man.could you call him out quietly?" i thought the time had come to declaremyself. "i am the captain."i heard a "by jove!" whispered at the level of the water. the phosphorescence flashed in the swirl ofthe water all about his limbs, his other hand seized the ladder."my name's leggatt." the voice was calm and resolute. a good voice.the self-possession of that man had somehow induced a corresponding state in myself.it was very quietly that i remarked:
"you must be a good swimmer." "yes. i've been in the water practicallysince nine o'clock. the question for me now is whether i am tolet go this ladder and go on swimming till i sink from exhaustion, or--to come onboard here." i felt this was no mere formula ofdesperate speech, but a real alternative in the view of a strong soul. i should have gathered from this that hewas young; indeed, it is only the young who are ever confronted by such clear issues.but at the time it was pure intuition on my part.
a mysterious communication was establishedalready between us two--in the face of that silent, darkened tropical sea.i was young, too; young enough to make no comment. the man in the water began suddenly toclimb up the ladder, and i hastened away from the rail to fetch some clothes. before entering the cabin i stood still,listening in the lobby at the foot of the stairs.a faint snore came through the closed door of the chief mate's room. the second mate's door was on the hook, butthe darkness in there was absolutely
soundless.he, too, was young and could sleep like a stone. remained the steward, but he was not likelyto wake up before he was called. i got a sleeping suit out of my room and,coming back on deck, saw the naked man from the sea sitting on the main hatch,glimmering white in the darkness, his elbows on his knees and his head in hishands. in a moment he had concealed his damp bodyin a sleeping suit of the same gray-stripe pattern as the one i was wearing andfollowed me like my double on the poop. together we moved right aft, barefooted,silent.
"what is it?" i asked in a deadened voice, taking thelighted lamp out of the binnacle, and raising it to his face."an ugly business." he had rather regular features; a goodmouth; light eyes under somewhat heavy, dark eyebrows; a smooth, square forehead;no growth on his cheeks; a small, brown mustache, and a well-shaped, round chin. his expression was concentrated,meditative, under the inspecting light of the lamp i held up to his face; such as aman thinking hard in solitude might wear. my sleeping suit was just right for hissize.
a well-knit young fellow of twenty-five atmost. he caught his lower lip with the edge ofwhite, even teeth. "yes," i said, replacing the lamp in thebinnacle. the warm, heavy tropical night closed uponhis head again. "there's a ship over there," he murmured."yes, i know. the sephora. did you know of us?""hadn't the slightest idea. i am the mate of her--" he paused andcorrected himself. "i should say i was."
"aha! something wrong?""yes. very wrong indeed. i've killed a man.""what do you mean? just now?" "no, on the passage.weeks ago. thirty-nine south.when i say a man--" "fit of temper," i suggested, confidently. the shadowy, dark head, like mine, seemedto nod imperceptibly above the ghostly gray of my sleeping suit. it was, in the night, as though i had beenfaced by my own reflection in the depths of
a somber and immense mirror. "a pretty thing to have to own up to for aconway boy," murmured my double, distinctly."you're a conway boy?" "i am," he said, as if startled. then, slowly..."perhaps you too--" it was so; but being a couple of yearsolder i had left before he joined. after a quick interchange of dates asilence fell; and i thought suddenly of my absurd mate with his terrific whiskers andthe "bless my soul--you don't say so" type of intellect.
my double gave me an inkling of histhoughts by saying: "my father's a parson in norfolk.do you see me before a judge and jury on that charge? for myself i can't see the necessity.there are fellows that an angel from heaven--and i am not that. he was one of those creatures that are justsimmering all the time with a silly sort of wickedness.miserable devils that have no business to live at all. he wouldn't do his duty and wouldn't letanybody else do theirs.
but what's the good of talking!you know well enough the sort of ill- conditioned snarling cur--" he appealed to me as if our experiences hadbeen as identical as our clothes. and i knew well enough the pestiferousdanger of such a character where there are no means of legal repression. and i knew well enough also that my doublethere was no homicidal ruffian. i did not think of asking him for details,and he told me the story roughly in brusque, disconnected sentences. i needed no more.i saw it all going on as though i were
myself inside that other sleeping suit."it happened while we were setting a reefed foresail, at dusk. reefed foresail!you understand the sort of weather. the only sail we had left to keep the shiprunning; so you may guess what it had been like for days. anxious sort of job, that.he gave me some of his cursed insolence at the sheet. i tell you i was overdone with thisterrific weather that seemed to have no end to it.terrific, i tell you--and a deep ship.
i believe the fellow himself was halfcrazed with funk. it was no time for gentlemanly reproof, soi turned round and felled him like an ox. he up and at me. we closed just as an awful sea made for theship. all hands saw it coming and took to therigging, but i had him by the throat, and went on shaking him like a rat, the menabove us yelling, 'look out! look out!' then a crash as if the sky had fallen on myhead. they say that for over ten minutes hardlyanything was to be seen of the ship--just the three masts and a bit of the forecastlehead and of the poop all awash driving
along in a smother of foam. it was a miracle that they found us, jammedtogether behind the forebitts. it's clear that i meant business, because iwas holding him by the throat still when they picked us up. he was black in the face.it was too much for them. it seems they rushed us aft together,gripped as we were, screaming 'murder!' like a lot of lunatics, and broke into thecuddy. and the ship running for her life, touchand go all the time, any minute her last in a sea fit to turn your hair gray only a-looking at it.
i understand that the skipper, too, startedraving like the rest of them. the man had been deprived of sleep for morethan a week, and to have this sprung on him at the height of a furious gale nearlydrove him out of his mind. i wonder they didn't fling me overboardafter getting the carcass of their precious shipmate out of my fingers.they had rather a job to separate us, i've been told. a sufficiently fierce story to make an oldjudge and a respectable jury sit up a bit. the first thing i heard when i came tomyself was the maddening howling of that endless gale, and on that the voice of theold man.
he was hanging on to my bunk, staring intomy face out of his sou'wester. "'mr. leggatt, you have killed a man.you can act no longer as chief mate of this ship.'" his care to subdue his voice made it soundmonotonous. he rested a hand on the end of the skylightto steady himself with, and all that time did not stir a limb, so far as i could see. "nice little tale for a quiet tea party,"he concluded in the same tone. one of my hands, too, rested on the end ofthe skylight; neither did i stir a limb, so far as i knew.
we stood less than a foot from each other. it occurred to me that if old "bless mysoul--you don't say so" were to put his head up the companion and catch sight ofus, he would think he was seeing double, or imagine himself come upon a scene of weird witchcraft; the strange captain having aquiet confabulation by the wheel with his own gray ghost.i became very much concerned to prevent anything of the sort. i heard the other's soothing undertone."my father's a parson in norfolk," it said. evidently he had forgotten he had told methis important fact before.
truly a nice little tale. "you had better slip down into my stateroomnow," i said, moving off stealthily. my double followed my movements; our barefeet made no sound; i let him in, closed the door with care, and, after giving acall to the second mate, returned on deck for my relief. "not much sign of any wind yet," i remarkedwhen he approached. "no, sir. not much," he assented, sleepily, in hishoarse voice, with just enough deference, no more, and barely suppressing a yawn."well, that's all you have to look out for.
you have got your orders." "yes, sir."i paced a turn or two on the poop and saw him take up his position face forward withhis elbow in the ratlines of the mizzen rigging before i went below. the mate's faint snoring was still going onpeacefully. the cuddy lamp was burning over the tableon which stood a vase with flowers, a polite attention from the ship's provisionmerchant--the last flowers we should see for the next three months at the veryleast. two bunches of bananas hung from the beamsymmetrically, one on each side of the
rudder casing. everything was as before in the ship--except that two of her captain's sleeping suits were simultaneously in use, onemotionless in the cuddy, the other keeping very still in the captain's stateroom. it must be explained here that my cabin hadthe form of the capital letter l, the door being within the angle and opening into theshort part of the letter. a couch was to the left, the bed place tothe right; my writing desk and the chronometers' table faced the door. but anyone opening it, unless he steppedright inside, had no view of what i call
the long (or vertical) part of the letter. it contained some lockers surmounted by abookcase; and a few clothes, a thick jacket or two, caps, oilskin coat, and such like,hung on hooks. there was at the bottom of that part a dooropening into my bathroom, which could be entered also directly from the saloon.but that way was never used. the mysterious arrival had discovered theadvantage of this particular shape. entering my room, lighted strongly by a bigbulkhead lamp swung on gimbals above my writing desk, i did not see him anywheretill he stepped out quietly from behind the coats hung in the recessed part.
"i heard somebody moving about, and went inthere at once," he whispered. i, too, spoke under my breath."nobody is likely to come in here without knocking and getting permission." he nodded.his face was thin and the sunburn faded, as though he had been ill.and no wonder. he had been, i heard presently, kept underarrest in his cabin for nearly seven weeks. but there was nothing sickly in his eyes orin his expression. he was not a bit like me, really; yet, aswe stood leaning over my bed place, whispering side by side, with our darkheads together and our backs to the door,
anybody bold enough to open it stealthily would have been treated to the uncannysight of a double captain busy talking in whispers with his other self. "but all this doesn't tell me how you cameto hang on to our side ladder," i inquired, in the hardly audible murmurs we used,after he had told me something more of the proceedings on board the sephora once thebad weather was over. "when we sighted java head i had had timeto think all those matters out several times over. i had six weeks of doing nothing else, andwith only an hour or so every evening for a
tramp on the quarter-deck." he whispered, his arms folded on the sideof my bed place, staring through the open port. and i could imagine perfectly the manner ofthis thinking out--a stubborn if not a steadfast operation; something of which ishould have been perfectly incapable. "i reckoned it would be dark before weclosed with the land," he continued, so low that i had to strain my hearing near as wewere to each other, shoulder touching shoulder almost. "so i asked to speak to the old man.he always seemed very sick when he came to
see me--as if he could not look me in theface. you know, that foresail saved the ship. she was too deep to have run long underbare poles. and it was i that managed to set it forhim. anyway, he came. when i had him in my cabin--he stood by thedoor looking at me as if i had the halter round my neck already--i asked him rightaway to leave my cabin door unlocked at night while the ship was going throughsunda straits. there would be the java coast within two orthree miles, off angier point.
i wanted nothing more. i've had a prize for swimming my secondyear in the conway." "i can believe it," i breathed out."god only knows why they locked me in every night. to see some of their faces you'd havethought they were afraid i'd go about at night strangling people.am i a murdering brute? do i look it? by jove!if i had been he wouldn't have trusted himself like that into my room.
you'll say i might have chucked him asideand bolted out, there and then--it was dark already.well, no. and for the same reason i wouldn't think oftrying to smash the door. there would have been a rush to stop me atthe noise, and i did not mean to get into a confounded scrimmage. somebody else might have got killed--for iwould not have broken out only to get chucked back, and i did not want any moreof that work. he refused, looking more sick than ever. he was afraid of the men, and also of thatold second mate of his who had been sailing
with him for years--a gray-headed oldhumbug; and his steward, too, had been with him devil knows how long--seventeen years or more--a dogmatic sort of loafer whohated me like poison, just because i was the chief mate.no chief mate ever made more than one voyage in the sephora, you know. those two old chaps ran the ship. devil only knows what the skipper wasn'tafraid of (all his nerve went to pieces altogether in that hellish spell of badweather we had)--of what the law would do to him--of his wife, perhaps.
oh, yes! she's on board.though i don't think she would have meddled.she would have been only too glad to have me out of the ship in any way. the 'brand of cain' business, don't yousee. that's all right. i was ready enough to go off wandering onthe face of the earth--and that was price enough to pay for an abel of that sort.anyhow, he wouldn't listen to me. 'this thing must take its course. i represent the law here.'he was shaking like a leaf.
'so you won't?''no!' 'then i hope you will be able to sleep onthat,' i said, and turned my back on him. 'i wonder that you can,' cries he, andlocks the door. "well after that, i couldn't. not very well.that was three weeks ago. we have had a slow passage through the javasea; drifted about carimata for ten days. when we anchored here they thought, isuppose, it was all right. the nearest land (and that's five miles) isthe ship's destination; the consul would soon set about catching me; and there wouldhave been no object in holding to these
islets there. i don't suppose there's a drop of water onthem. i don't know how it was, but tonight thatsteward, after bringing me my supper, went out to let me eat it, and left the doorunlocked. and i ate it--all there was, too. after i had finished i strolled out on thequarter-deck. i don't know that i meant to do anything.a breath of fresh air was all i wanted, i believe. then a sudden temptation came over me.i kicked off my slippers and was in the
water before i had made up my mind fairly.somebody heard the splash and they raised an awful hullabaloo. 'he's gone!lower the boats! he's committed suicide!no, he's swimming.' certainly i was swimming. it's not so easy for a swimmer like me tocommit suicide by drowning. i landed on the nearest islet before theboat left the ship's side. i heard them pulling about in the dark,hailing, and so on, but after a bit they gave up.everything quieted down and the anchorage
became still as death. i sat down on a stone and began to think.i felt certain they would start searching for me at daylight. there was no place to hide on those stonythings--and if there had been, what would have been the good?but now i was clear of that ship, i was not going back. so after a while i took off all my clothes,tied them up in a bundle with a stone inside, and dropped them in the deep wateron the outer side of that islet. that was suicide enough for me.
let them think what they liked, but ididn't mean to drown myself. i meant to swim till i sank--but that's notthe same thing. i struck out for another of these littleislands, and it was from that one that i first saw your riding light.something to swim for. i went on easily, and on the way i cameupon a flat rock a foot or two above water. in the daytime, i dare say, you might makeit out with a glass from your poop. i scrambled up on it and rested myself fora bit. then i made another start.that last spell must have been over a mile."
his whisper was getting fainter andfainter, and all the time he stared straight out through the porthole, in whichthere was not even a star to be seen. i had not interrupted him. there was something that made commentimpossible in his narrative, or perhaps in himself; a sort of feeling, a quality,which i can't find a name for. and when he ceased, all i found was afutile whisper: "so you swam for our light?""yes--straight for it. it was something to swim for. i couldn't see any stars low down becausethe coast was in the way, and i couldn't
see the land, either.the water was like glass. one might have been swimming in aconfounded thousand-feet deep cistern with no place for scrambling out anywhere; butwhat i didn't like was the notion of swimming round and round like a crazed bullock before i gave out; and as i didn'tmean to go back... no. do you see me being hauled back, starknaked, off one of these little islands by the scruff of the neck and fighting like awild beast? somebody would have got killed for certain,and i did not want any of that. so i went on.then your ladder--"
"why didn't you hail the ship?" i asked, a little louder.he touched my shoulder lightly. lazy footsteps came right over our headsand stopped. the second mate had crossed from the otherside of the poop and might have been hanging over the rail for all we knew."he couldn't hear us talking--could he?" my double breathed into my very ear,anxiously. his anxiety was in answer, a sufficientanswer, to the question i had put to him. an answer containing all the difficulty ofthat situation. i closed the porthole quietly, to makesure.
a louder word might have been overheard. "who's that?" he whispered then."my second mate. but i don't know much more of the fellowthan you do." and i told him a little about myself. i had been appointed to take charge while ileast expected anything of the sort, not quite a fortnight ago.i didn't know either the ship or the people. hadn't had the time in port to look aboutme or size anybody up. and as to the crew, all they knew was thati was appointed to take the ship home.
for the rest, i was almost as much of astranger on board as himself, i said. and at the moment i felt it most acutely. i felt that it would take very little tomake me a suspect person in the eyes of the ship's company. he had turned about meantime; and we, thetwo strangers in the ship, faced each other in identical attitudes."your ladder--" he murmured, after a silence. "who'd have thought of finding a ladderhanging over at night in a ship anchored out here!i felt just then a very unpleasant
faintness. after the life i've been leading for nineweeks, anybody would have got out of condition.i wasn't capable of swimming round as far as your rudder chains. and, lo and behold! there was a ladder toget hold of. after i gripped it i said to myself,'what's the good?' when i saw a man's head looking over ithought i would swim away presently and leave him shouting--in whatever language itwas. i didn't mind being looked at.
i--i liked it.and then you speaking to me so quietly--as if you had expected me--made me hold on alittle longer. it had been a confounded lonely time--idon't mean while swimming. i was glad to talk a little to somebodythat didn't belong to the sephora. as to asking for the captain, that was amere impulse. it could have been no use, with all theship knowing about me and the other people pretty certain to be round here in themorning. i don't know--i wanted to be seen, to talkwith somebody, before i went on. i don't know what i would have said....'fine night, isn't it?' or something of the
sort." "do you think they will be round herepresently?" i asked with some incredulity."quite likely," he said, faintly. "he looked extremely haggard all of asudden. his head rolled on his shoulders."h'm. we shall see then. meantime get into that bed," i whispered."want help? there."it was a rather high bed place with a set of drawers underneath.
this amazing swimmer really needed the lifti gave him by seizing his leg. he tumbled in, rolled over on his back, andflung one arm across his eyes. and then, with his face nearly hidden, hemust have looked exactly as i used to look in that bed. i gazed upon my other self for a whilebefore drawing across carefully the two green serge curtains which ran on a brassrod. i thought for a moment of pinning themtogether for greater safety, but i sat down on the couch, and once there i feltunwilling to rise and hunt for a pin. i would do it in a moment.
i was extremely tired, in a peculiarlyintimate way, by the strain of stealthiness, by the effort of whisperingand the general secrecy of this excitement. it was three o'clock by now and i had beenon my feet since nine, but i was not sleepy; i could not have gone to sleep. i sat there, fagged out, looking at thecurtains, trying to clear my mind of the confused sensation of being in two placesat once, and greatly bothered by an exasperating knocking in my head. it was a relief to discover suddenly thatit was not in my head at all, but on the outside of the door.
before i could collect myself the words"come in" were out of my mouth, and the steward entered with a tray, bringing in mymorning coffee. i had slept, after all, and i was sofrightened that i shouted, "this way! i am here, steward," as though he had beenmiles away. he put down the tray on the table next thecouch and only then said, very quietly, "i can see you are here, sir."i felt him give me a keen look, but i dared not meet his eyes just then. he must have wondered why i had drawn thecurtains of my bed before going to sleep on the couch.he went out, hooking the door open as
usual. i heard the crew washing decks above me.i knew i would have been told at once if there had been any wind.calm, i thought, and i was doubly vexed. indeed, i felt dual more than ever. the steward reappeared suddenly in thedoorway. i jumped up from the couch so quickly thathe gave a start. "what do you want here?" "close your port, sir--they are washingdecks." "it is closed," i said, reddening."very well, sir."
but he did not move from the doorway andreturned my stare in an extraordinary, equivocal manner for a time. then his eyes wavered, all his expressionchanged, and in a voice unusually gentle, almost coaxingly:"may i come in to take the empty cup away, sir?" "of course!"i turned my back on him while he popped in and out.then i unhooked and closed the door and even pushed the bolt. this sort of thing could not go on verylong.
the cabin was as hot as an oven, too. i took a peep at my double, and discoveredthat he had not moved, his arm was still over his eyes; but his chest heaved; hishair was wet; his chin glistened with perspiration. i reached over him and opened the port."i must show myself on deck," i reflected. of course, theoretically, i could do what iliked, with no one to say nay to me within the whole circle of the horizon; but tolock my cabin door and take the key away i did not dare. directly i put my head out of the companioni saw the group of my two officers, the
second mate barefooted, the chief mate inlong india-rubber boots, near the break of the poop, and the steward halfway down thepoop ladder talking to them eagerly. he happened to catch sight of me and dived,the second ran down on the main-deck shouting some order or other, and the chiefmate came to meet me, touching his cap. there was a sort of curiosity in his eyethat i did not like. i don't know whether the steward had toldthem that i was "queer" only, or downright drunk, but i know the man meant to have agood look at me. i watched him coming with a smile which, ashe got into point-blank range, took effect and froze his very whiskers.i did not give him time to open his lips.
"square the yards by lifts and bracesbefore the hands go to breakfast." it was the first particular order i hadgiven on board that ship; and i stayed on deck to see it executed, too. i had felt the need of asserting myselfwithout loss of time. that sneering young cub got taken down apeg or two on that occasion, and i also seized the opportunity of having a goodlook at the face of every foremast man as they filed past me to go to the afterbraces. at breakfast time, eating nothing myself,i presided with such frigid dignity that the two mates were only too glad to escape fromthe cabin as soon as decency permitted; and
all the time the dual working of my mind distracted me almost to the point ofinsanity. i was constantly watching myself, my secretself, as dependent on my actions as my own personality, sleeping in that bed, behindthat door which faced me as i sat at the head of the table. it was very much like being mad, only itwas worse because one was aware of it. i had to shake him for a solid minute, butwhen at last he opened his eyes it was in the full possession of his senses, with aninquiring look. "all's well so far," i whispered.
"now you must vanish into the bathroom." he did so, as noiseless as a ghost, andthen i rang for the steward, and facing him boldly, directed him to tidy up mystateroom while i was having my bath--"and be quick about it." as my tone admitted of no excuses, he said,"yes, sir," and ran off to fetch his dustpan and brushes. i took a bath and did most of my dressing,splashing, and whistling softly for the steward's edification, while the secretsharer of my life stood drawn up bolt upright in that little space, his face
looking very sunken in daylight, hiseyelids lowered under the stern, dark line of his eyebrows drawn together by a slightfrown. when i left him there to go back to my roomthe steward was finishing dusting. i sent for the mate and engaged him in someinsignificant conversation. it was, as it were, trifling with theterrific character of his whiskers; but my object was to give him an opportunity for agood look at my cabin. and then i could at last shut, with a clearconscience, the door of my stateroom and get my double back into the recessed part.there was nothing else for it. he had to sit still on a small foldingstool, half smothered by the heavy coats
hanging there. we listened to the steward going into thebathroom out of the saloon, filling the water bottles there, scrubbing the bath,setting things to rights, whisk, bang, clatter--out again into the saloon--turnthe key--click. such was my scheme for keeping my secondself invisible. nothing better could be contrived under thecircumstances. and there we sat; i at my writing deskready to appear busy with some papers, he behind me out of sight of the door. it would not have been prudent to talk indaytime; and i could not have stood the
excitement of that queer sense ofwhispering to myself. now and then, glancing over my shoulder, isaw him far back there, sitting rigidly on the low stool, his bare feet closetogether, his arms folded, his head hanging on his breast--and perfectly still. anybody would have taken him for me.i was fascinated by it myself. every moment i had to glance over myshoulder. i was looking at him when a voice outsidethe door said: "beg pardon, sir.""well!..." i kept my eyes on him, and so when thevoice outside the door announced, "there's
a ship's boat coming our way, sir," i sawhim give a start--the first movement he had made for hours. but he did not raise his bowed head."all right. get the ladder over."i hesitated. should i whisper something to him? but what?his immobility seemed to have been never disturbed.what could i tell him he did not know already?... finally i went on deck.
chapter ii the skipper of the sephora had a thin redwhisker all round his face, and the sort of complexion that goes with hair of thatcolor; also the particular, rather smeary shade of blue in the eyes. he was not exactly a showy figure; hisshoulders were high, his stature but middling--one leg slightly more bandy thanthe other. he shook hands, looking vaguely around. a spiritless tenacity was his maincharacteristic, i judged. i behaved with a politeness which seemed todisconcert him.
perhaps he was shy. he mumbled to me as if he were ashamed ofwhat he was saying; gave his name (it was something like archbold--but at thisdistance of years i hardly am sure), his ship's name, and a few other particulars of that sort, in the manner of a criminalmaking a reluctant and doleful confession. he had had terrible weather on the passageout--terrible--terrible--wife aboard, too. by this time we were seated in the cabinand the steward brought in a tray with a bottle and glasses."thanks! no."
never took liquor.would have some water, though. he drank two tumblerfuls.terrible thirsty work. ever since daylight had been exploring theislands round his ship. "what was that for--fun?"i asked, with an appearance of polite interest. "no!"he sighed. "painful duty." as he persisted in his mumbling and iwanted my double to hear every word, i hit upon the notion of informing him that iregretted to say i was hard of hearing.
"such a young man, too!" he nodded, keepinghis smeary blue, unintelligent eyes fastened upon me. "what was the cause of it--some disease?"he inquired, without the least sympathy and as if he thought that, if so, i'd got nomore than i deserved. "yes; disease," i admitted in a cheerfultone which seemed to shock him. but my point was gained, because he had toraise his voice to give me his tale. it is not worth while to record hisversion. it was just over two months since all thishad happened, and he had thought so much about it that he seemed completely muddledas to its bearings, but still immensely
impressed. "what would you think of such a thinghappening on board your own ship? i've had the sephora for these fifteenyears. i am a well-known shipmaster." he was densely distressed--and perhaps ishould have sympathized with him if i had been able to detach my mental vision fromthe unsuspected sharer of my cabin as though he were my second self. there he was on the other side of thebulkhead, four or five feet from us, no more, as we sat in the saloon.
i looked politely at captain archbold (ifthat was his name), but it was the other i saw, in a gray sleeping suit, seated on alow stool, his bare feet close together, his arms folded, and every word said between us falling into the ears of hisdark head bowed on his chest. "i have been at sea now, man and boy, forseven-and-thirty years, and i've never heard of such a thing happening in anenglish ship. and that it should be my ship. wife on board, too."i was hardly listening to him. "don't you think," i said, "that the heavysea which, you told me, came aboard just
then might have killed the man? i have seen the sheer weight of a sea killa man very neatly, by simply breaking his neck.""good god!" he uttered, impressively, fixing his smeary blue eyes on me. "the sea!no man killed by the sea ever looked like that."he seemed positively scandalized at my suggestion. and as i gazed at him certainly notprepared for anything original on his part, he advanced his head close to mine andthrust his tongue out at me so suddenly
that i couldn't help starting back. after scoring over my calmness in thisgraphic way he nodded wisely. if i had seen the sight, he assured me, iwould never forget it as long as i lived. the weather was too bad to give the corpsea proper sea burial. so next day at dawn they took it up on thepoop, covering its face with a bit of bunting; he read a short prayer, and then,just as it was, in its oilskins and long boots, they launched it amongst those mountainous seas that seemed ready everymoment to swallow up the ship herself and the terrified lives on board of her."that reefed foresail saved you," i threw
in. "under god--it did," he exclaimedfervently. "it was by a special mercy, i firmlybelieve, that it stood some of those hurricane squalls." "it was the setting of that sail which--"i began. "god's own hand in it," he interrupted me."nothing less could have done it. i don't mind telling you that i hardlydared give the order. it seemed impossible that we could touchanything without losing it, and then our last hope would have been gone."
the terror of that gale was on him yet.i let him go on for a bit, then said, casually--as if returning to a minorsubject: "you were very anxious to give up your mateto the shore people, i believe?" he was.to the law. his obscure tenacity on that point had init something incomprehensible and a little awful; something, as it were, mystical,quite apart from his anxiety that he should not be suspected of "countenancing anydoings of that sort." seven-and-thirty virtuous years at sea, ofwhich over twenty of immaculate command, and the last fifteen in the sephora, seemedto have laid him under some pitiless
obligation. "and you know," he went on, groping shame-facedly amongst his feelings, "i did not engage that young fellow.his people had some interest with my owners. i was in a way forced to take him on.he looked very smart, very gentlemanly, and all that.but do you know--i never liked him, somehow. i am a plain man.you see, he wasn't exactly the sort for the chief mate of a ship like the sephora."
i had become so connected in thoughts andimpressions with the secret sharer of my cabin that i felt as if i, personally, werebeing given to understand that i, too, was not the sort that would have done for thechief mate of a ship like the sephora. i had no doubt of it in my mind."not at all the style of man. you understand," he insisted,superfluously, looking hard at me. i smiled urbanely.he seemed at a loss for a while. "i suppose i must report a suicide." "beg pardon?""suicide! that's what i'll have to write to my ownersdirectly i get in."
"unless you manage to recover him beforetomorrow," i assented, dispassionately.... "i mean, alive." he mumbled something which i really did notcatch, and i turned my ear to him in a puzzled manner.he fairly bawled: "the land--i say, the mainland is at leastseven miles off my anchorage." "about that." my lack of excitement, of curiosity, ofsurprise, of any sort of pronounced interest, began to arouse his distrust. but except for the felicitous pretense ofdeafness i had not tried to pretend
anything. i had felt utterly incapable of playing thepart of ignorance properly, and therefore was afraid to try. it is also certain that he had brought someready-made suspicions with him, and that he viewed my politeness as a strange andunnatural phenomenon. and yet how else could i have received him? not heartily!that was impossible for psychological reasons, which i need not state here.my only object was to keep off his inquiries.
surlily?yes, but surliness might have provoked a point-blank question. from its novelty to him and from itsnature, punctilious courtesy was the manner best calculated to restrain the man.but there was the danger of his breaking through my defense bluntly. i could not, i think, have met him by adirect lie, also for psychological (not moral) reasons. if he had only known how afraid i was ofhis putting my feeling of identity with the other to the test!
but, strangely enough--(i thought of itonly afterwards)--i believe that he was not a little disconcerted by the reverse sideof that weird situation, by something in me that reminded him of the man he was seeking--suggested a mysterious similitudeto the young fellow he had distrusted and disliked from the first.however that might have been, the silence was not very prolonged. he took another oblique step."i reckon i had no more than a two-mile pull to your ship.not a bit more." "and quite enough, too, in this awfulheat," i said.
another pause full of mistrust followed. necessity, they say, is mother ofinvention, but fear, too, is not barren of ingenious suggestions.and i was afraid he would ask me point- blank for news of my other self. "nice little saloon, isn't it?"i remarked, as if noticing for the first time the way his eyes roamed from oneclosed door to the other. "and very well fitted out, too. here, for instance," i continued, reachingover the back of my seat negligently and flinging the door open, "is my bathroom."he made an eager movement, but hardly gave
it a glance. i got up, shut the door of the bathroom,and invited him to have a look round, as if i were very proud of my accommodation. he had to rise and be shown round, but hewent through the business without any raptures whatever. "and now we'll have a look at mystateroom," i declared, in a voice as loud as i dared to make it, crossing the cabinto the starboard side with purposely heavy steps. he followed me in and gazed around.my intelligent double had vanished.
i played my part."very convenient--isn't it?" "very nice. very comf..."he didn't finish and went out brusquely as if to escape from some unrighteous wiles ofmine. but it was not to be. i had been too frightened not to feelvengeful; i felt i had him on the run, and i meant to keep him on the run. my polite insistence must have hadsomething menacing in it, because he gave in suddenly.
and i did not let him off a single item;mate's room, pantry, storerooms, the very sail locker which was also under the poop--he had to look into them all. when at last i showed him out on thequarter-deck he drew a long, spiritless sigh, and mumbled dismally that he mustreally be going back to his ship now. i desired my mate, who had joined us, tosee to the captain's boat. the man of whiskers gave a blast on thewhistle which he used to wear hanging round his neck, and yelled, "sephora's away!" my double down there in my cabin must haveheard, and certainly could not feel more relieved than i.
four fellows came running out fromsomewhere forward and went over the side, while my own men, appearing on deck too,lined the rail. i escorted my visitor to the gangwayceremoniously, and nearly overdid it. he was a tenacious beast. on the very ladder he lingered, and in thatunique, guiltily conscientious manner of sticking to the point:"i say... you... you don't think that--" i covered his voice loudly: "certainly not....i am delighted. good-by."
i had an idea of what he meant to say, andjust saved myself by the privilege of defective hearing. he was too shaken generally to insist, butmy mate, close witness of that parting, looked mystified and his face took on athoughtful cast. as i did not want to appear as if i wishedto avoid all communication with my officers, he had the opportunity to addressme. "seems a very nice man. his boat's crew told our chaps a veryextraordinary story, if what i am told by the steward is true.i suppose you had it from the captain,
"yes. i had a story from the captain.""a very horrible affair--isn't it, sir?" "it is.""beats all these tales we hear about murders in yankee ships." "i don't think it beats them.i don't think it resembles them in the least.""bless my soul--you don't say so! but of course i've no acquaintance whateverwith american ships, not i, so i couldn't go against your knowledge.it's horrible enough for me.... but the queerest part is that those fellowsseemed to have some idea the man was hidden aboard here.they had really.
did you ever hear of such a thing?" "preposterous--isn't it?"we were walking to and fro athwart the quarter-deck.no one of the crew forward could be seen (the day was sunday), and the mate pursued: "there was some little dispute about it.our chaps took offense. 'as if we would harbor a thing like that,'they said. 'wouldn't you like to look for him in ourcoal-hole?' quite a tiff.but they made it up in the end. i suppose he did drown himself.
don't you, sir?""i don't suppose anything." "you have no doubt in the matter, sir?""none whatever." i left him suddenly. i felt i was producing a bad impression,but with my double down there it was most trying to be on deck.and it was almost as trying to be below. altogether a nerve-trying situation. but on the whole i felt less torn in twowhen i was with him. there was no one in the whole ship whom idared take into my confidence. since the hands had got to know his story,it would have been impossible to pass him
off for anyone else, and an accidentaldiscovery was to be dreaded now more than ever.... the steward being engaged in laying thetable for dinner, we could talk only with our eyes when i first went down.later in the afternoon we had a cautious try at whispering. the sunday quietness of the ship wasagainst us; the stillness of air and water around her was against us; the elements,the men were against us--everything was against us in our secret partnership; timeitself--for this could not go on forever. the very trust in providence was, isuppose, denied to his guilt.
shall i confess that this thought cast medown very much? and as to the chapter of accidents whichcounts for so much in the book of success, i could only hope that it was closed. for what favorable accident could beexpected? "did you hear everything?" were my firstwords as soon as we took up our position side by side, leaning over my bed place. he had.and the proof of it was his earnest whisper, "the man told you he hardly daredto give the order." i understood the reference to be to thatsaving foresail.
"yes. he was afraid of it being lost in thesetting." "i assure you he never gave the order. he may think he did, but he never gave it. he stood there with me on the break of thepoop after the main topsail blew away, and whimpered about our last hope--positivelywhimpered about it and nothing else--and the night coming on! to hear one's skipper go on like that insuch weather was enough to drive any fellow out of his mind.it worked me up into a sort of desperation. i just took it into my own hands and wentaway from him, boiling, and--but what's the
use telling you?you know!... do you think that if i had not been prettyfierce with them i should have got the men to do anything?not i! the bo's'n perhaps? perhaps!it wasn't a heavy sea--it was a sea gone mad! i suppose the end of the world will besomething like that; and a man may have the heart to see it coming once and be donewith it--but to have to face it day after day--i don't blame anybody.
i was precious little better than the rest.only--i was an officer of that old coal wagon, anyhow--""i quite understand," i conveyed that sincere assurance into his ear. he was out of breath with whispering; icould hear him pant slightly. it was all very simple. the same strung-up force which had giventwenty-four men a chance, at least, for their lives, had, in a sort of recoil,crushed an unworthy mutinous existence. but i had no leisure to weigh the merits ofthe matter--footsteps in the saloon, a heavy knock."there's enough wind to get under way with,
sir." here was the call of a new claim upon mythoughts and even upon my feelings. "turn the hands up," i cried through thedoor. "i'll be on deck directly." i was going out to make the acquaintance ofmy ship. before i left the cabin our eyes met--theeyes of the only two strangers on board. i pointed to the recessed part where thelittle campstool awaited him and laid my finger on my lips. he made a gesture--somewhat vague--a littlemysterious, accompanied by a faint smile,
as if of regret. this is not the place to enlarge upon thesensations of a man who feels for the first time a ship move under his feet to his ownindependent word. in my case they were not unalloyed. i was not wholly alone with my command; forthere was that stranger in my cabin. or rather, i was not completely and whollywith her. part of me was absent. that mental feeling of being in two placesat once affected me physically as if the mood of secrecy had penetrated my verysoul.
before an hour had elapsed since the shiphad begun to move, having occasion to ask the mate (he stood by my side) to take acompass bearing of the pagoda, i caught myself reaching up to his ear in whispers. i say i caught myself, but enough hadescaped to startle the man. i can't describe it otherwise than bysaying that he shied. a grave, preoccupied manner, as though hewere in possession of some perplexing intelligence, did not leave him henceforth. a little later i moved away from the railto look at the compass with such a stealthy gait that the helmsman noticed it--and icould not help noticing the unusual
roundness of his eyes. these are trifling instances, though it'sto no commander's advantage to be suspected of ludicrous eccentricities.but i was also more seriously affected. there are to a seaman certain words,gestures, that should in given conditions come as naturally, as instinctively as thewinking of a menaced eye. a certain order should spring on to hislips without thinking; a certain sign should get itself made, so to speak,without reflection. but all unconscious alertness had abandonedme. i had to make an effort of will to recallmyself back (from the cabin) to the
conditions of the moment. i felt that i was appearing an irresolutecommander to those people who were watching me more or less critically.and, besides, there were the scares. on the second day out, for instance, comingoff the deck in the afternoon (i had straw slippers on my bare feet) i stopped at theopen pantry door and spoke to the steward. he was doing something there with his backto me. at the sound of my voice he nearly jumpedout of his skin, as the saying is, and incidentally broke a cup. "what on earth's the matter with you?"i asked, astonished.
he was extremely confused."beg your pardon, sir. i made sure you were in your cabin." "you see i wasn't.""no, sir. i could have sworn i had heard you movingin there not a moment ago. it's most extraordinary... very sorry,sir." i passed on with an inward shudder. i was so identified with my secret doublethat i did not even mention the fact in those scanty, fearful whispers weexchanged. i suppose he had made some slight noise ofsome kind or other.
it would have been miraculous if he hadn'tat one time or another. and yet, haggard as he appeared, he lookedalways perfectly self-controlled, more than calm--almost invulnerable. on my suggestion he remained almostentirely in the bathroom, which, upon the whole, was the safest place. there could be really no shadow of anexcuse for anyone ever wanting to go in there, once the steward had done with it.it was a very tiny place. sometimes he reclined on the floor, hislegs bent, his head sustained on one elbow. at others i would find him on thecampstool, sitting in his gray sleeping
suit and with his cropped dark hair like apatient, unmoved convict. at night i would smuggle him into my bedplace, and we would whisper together, with the regular footfalls of the officer of thewatch passing and repassing over our heads. it was an infinitely miserable time. it was lucky that some tins of finepreserves were stowed in a locker in my stateroom; hard bread i could always gethold of; and so he lived on stewed chicken, pate de foie gras, asparagus, cooked oysters, sardines--on all sorts ofabominable sham delicacies out of tins. my early-morning coffee he always drank;and it was all i dared do for him in that
respect. every day there was the horriblemaneuvering to go through so that my room and then the bathroom should be done in theusual way. i came to hate the sight of the steward, toabhor the voice of that harmless man. i felt that it was he who would bring onthe disaster of discovery. it hung like a sword over our heads. the fourth day out, i think (we were thenworking down the east side of the gulf of siam, tack for tack, in light winds andsmooth water)--the fourth day, i say, of this miserable juggling with the
unavoidable, as we sat at our evening meal,that man, whose slightest movement i dreaded, after putting down the dishes ranup on deck busily. this could not be dangerous. presently he came down again; and then itappeared that he had remembered a coat of mine which i had thrown over a rail to dryafter having been wetted in a shower which had passed over the ship in the afternoon. sitting stolidly at the head of the table ibecame terrified at the sight of the garment on his arm.of course he made for my door. there was no time to lose.
"steward," i thundered.my nerves were so shaken that i could not govern my voice and conceal my agitation. this was the sort of thing that made myterrifically whiskered mate tap his forehead with his forefinger. i had detected him using that gesture whiletalking on deck with a confidential air to the carpenter. it was too far to hear a word, but i had nodoubt that this pantomime could only refer to the strange new captain."yes, sir," the pale-faced steward turned resignedly to me.
it was this maddening course of beingshouted at, checked without rhyme or reason, arbitrarily chased out of my cabin,suddenly called into it, sent flying out of his pantry on incomprehensible errands, that accounted for the growing wretchednessof his expression. "where are you going with that coat?""to your room, sir." "is there another shower coming?" "i'm sure i don't know, sir.shall i go up again and see, sir?" "no! never mind." my object was attained, as of course myother self in there would have heard
everything that passed. during this interlude my two officers neverraised their eyes off their respective plates; but the lip of that confounded cub,the second mate, quivered visibly. i expected the steward to hook my coat onand come out at once. he was very slow about it; but i dominatedmy nervousness sufficiently not to shout after him. suddenly i became aware (it could be heardplainly enough) that the fellow for some reason or other was opening the door of thebathroom. it was the end.
the place was literally not big enough toswing a cat in. my voice died in my throat and i went stonyall over. i expected to hear a yell of surprise andterror, and made a movement, but had not the strength to get on my legs.everything remained still. had my second self taken the poor wretch bythe throat? i don't know what i could have done nextmoment if i had not seen the steward come out of my room, close the door, and thenstand quietly by the sideboard. "saved," i thought. "but, no!lost!
gone!he was gone!" i laid my knife and fork down and leanedback in my chair. my head swam. after a while, when sufficiently recoveredto speak in a steady voice, i instructed my mate to put the ship round at eight o'clockhimself. "i won't come on deck," i went on. "i think i'll turn in, and unless the windshifts i don't want to be disturbed before midnight.i feel a bit seedy." "you did look middling bad a little whileago," the chief mate remarked without
showing any great concern.they both went out, and i stared at the steward clearing the table. there was nothing to be read on thatwretched man's face. but why did he avoid my eyes, i askedmyself. then i thought i should like to hear thesound of his voice. "steward!""sir!" startled as usual. "where did you hang up that coat?""in the bathroom, sir." the usual anxious tone."it's not quite dry yet, sir."
for some time longer i sat in the cuddy. had my double vanished as he had come?but of his coming there was an explanation, whereas his disappearance would beinexplicable.... i went slowly into my dark room, shut thedoor, lighted the lamp, and for a time dared not turn round.when at last i did i saw him standing bolt- upright in the narrow recessed part. it would not be true to say i had a shock,but an irresistible doubt of his bodily existence flitted through my mind.can it be, i asked myself, that he is not visible to other eyes than mine?
it was like being haunted.motionless, with a grave face, he raised his hands slightly at me in a gesture whichmeant clearly, "heavens! what a narrow escape!" narrow indeed.i think i had come creeping quietly as near insanity as any man who has not actuallygone over the border. that gesture restrained me, so to speak. the mate with the terrific whiskers was nowputting the ship on the other tack. in the moment of profound silence whichfollows upon the hands going to their stations i heard on the poop his raisedvoice: "hard alee!" and the distant shout
of the order repeated on the main-deck. the sails, in that light breeze, made but afaint fluttering noise. it ceased. the ship was coming round slowly: i held mybreath in the renewed stillness of expectation; one wouldn't have thought thatthere was a single living soul on her decks. a sudden brisk shout, "mainsail haul!"broke the spell, and in the noisy cries and rush overhead of the men running away withthe main brace we two, down in my cabin, came together in our usual position by thebed place.
he did not wait for my question. "i heard him fumbling here and just managedto squat myself down in the bath," he whispered to me."the fellow only opened the door and put his arm in to hang the coat up. all the same--" "i never thought of that," i whisperedback, even more appalled than before at the closeness of the shave, and marveling atthat something unyielding in his character which was carrying him through so finely. there was no agitation in his whisper.whoever was being driven distracted, it was
not he.he was sane. and the proof of his sanity was continuedwhen he took up the whispering again. "it would never do for me to come to lifeagain." it was something that a ghost might havesaid. but what he was alluding to was his oldcaptain's reluctant admission of the theory of suicide. it would obviously serve his turn--if i hadunderstood at all the view which seemed to govern the unalterable purpose of hisaction. "you must maroon me as soon as ever you canget amongst these islands off the cambodge
shore," he went on."maroon you! we are not living in a boy's adventuretale," i protested. his scornful whispering took me up."we aren't indeed! there's nothing of a boy's tale in this. but there's nothing else for it.i want no more. you don't suppose i am afraid of what canbe done to me? prison or gallows or whatever they mayplease. but you don't see me coming back to explainsuch things to an old fellow in a wig and twelve respectable tradesmen, do you?
what can they know whether i am guilty ornot--or of what i am guilty, either? that's my affair.what does the bible say? 'driven off the face of the earth.' very well, i am off the face of the earthnow. as i came at night so i shall go.""impossible!" i murmured. "you can't.""can't?... not naked like a soul on the day ofjudgment. i shall freeze on to this sleeping suit.
the last day is not yet--and... you haveunderstood thoroughly. didn't you?"i felt suddenly ashamed of myself. i may say truly that i understood--and myhesitation in letting that man swim away from my ship's side had been a mere shamsentiment, a sort of cowardice. "it can't be done now till next night," ibreathed out. "the ship is on the off-shore tack and thewind may fail us." "as long as i know that you understand," hewhispered. "but of course you do.it's a great satisfaction to have got somebody to understand.
you seem to have been there on purpose."and in the same whisper, as if we two whenever we talked had to say things toeach other which were not fit for the world to hear, he added, "it's very wonderful." we remained side by side talking in oursecret way--but sometimes silent or just exchanging a whispered word or two at longintervals. and as usual he stared through the port. a breath of wind came now and again intoour faces. the ship might have been moored in dock, sogently and on an even keel she slipped through the water, that did not murmur evenat our passage, shadowy and silent like a
phantom sea. at midnight i went on deck, and to mymate's great surprise put the ship round on the other tack.his terrible whiskers flitted round me in silent criticism. i certainly should not have done it if ithad been only a question of getting out of that sleepy gulf as quickly as possible. i believe he told the second mate, whorelieved him, that it was a great want of judgment.the other only yawned. that intolerable cub shuffled about sosleepily and lolled against the rails in
such a slack, improper fashion that i camedown on him sharply. "aren't you properly awake yet?" "yes, sir!i am awake." "well, then, be good enough to holdyourself as if you were. and keep a lookout. if there's any current we'll be closingwith some islands before daylight." the east side of the gulf is fringed withislands, some solitary, others in groups. on the blue background of the high coastthey seem to float on silvery patches of calm water, arid and gray, or dark greenand rounded like clumps of evergreen
bushes, with the larger ones, a mile or two long, showing the outlines of ridges, ribsof gray rock under the dark mantle of matted leafage. unknown to trade, to travel, almost togeography, the manner of life they harbor is an unsolved secret. there must be villages--settlements offishermen at least--on the largest of them, and some communication with the world isprobably kept up by native craft. but all that forenoon, as we headed forthem, fanned along by the faintest of breezes, i saw no sign of man or canoe inthe field of the telescope i kept on
pointing at the scattered group. at noon i gave no orders for a change ofcourse, and the mate's whiskers became much concerned and seemed to be offeringthemselves unduly to my notice. at last i said: "i am going to stand right in.quite in--as far as i can take her." the stare of extreme surprise imparted anair of ferocity also to his eyes, and he looked truly terrific for a moment. "we're not doing well in the middle of thegulf," i continued, casually. "i am going to look for the land breezestonight."
"bless my soul! do you mean, sir, in the dark amongst thelot of all them islands and reefs and shoals?" "well--if there are any regular landbreezes at all on this coast one must get close inshore to find them, mustn't one?""bless my soul!" he exclaimed again under his breath. all that afternoon he wore a dreamy,contemplative appearance which in him was a mark of perplexity.after dinner i went into my stateroom as if i meant to take some rest.
there we two bent our dark heads over ahalf-unrolled chart lying on my bed. "there," i said."it's got to be koh-ring. i've been looking at it ever since sunrise. it has got two hills and a low point.it must be inhabited. and on the coast opposite there is whatlooks like the mouth of a biggish river-- with some towns, no doubt, not far up. it's the best chance for you that i cansee." "anything.koh-ring let it be." he looked thoughtfully at the chart as ifsurveying chances and distances from a
lofty height--and following with his eyeshis own figure wandering on the blank land of cochin-china, and then passing off that piece of paper clean out of sight intouncharted regions. and it was as if the ship had two captainsto plan her course for her. i had been so worried and restless runningup and down that i had not had the patience to dress that day.i had remained in my sleeping suit, with straw slippers and a soft floppy hat. the closeness of the heat in the gulf hadbeen most oppressive, and the crew were used to seeing me wandering in that airyattire.
"she will clear the south point as sheheads now," i whispered into his ear. "goodness only knows when, though, butcertainly after dark. i'll edge her in to half a mile, as far asi may be able to judge in the dark--" "be careful," he murmured, warningly--and irealized suddenly that all my future, the only future for which i was fit, wouldperhaps go irretrievably to pieces in any mishap to my first command. i could not stop a moment longer in theroom. i motioned him to get out of sight and mademy way on the poop. that unplayful cub had the watch.
i walked up and down for a while thinkingthings out, then beckoned him over. "send a couple of hands to open the twoquarter-deck ports," i said, mildly. he actually had the impudence, or else soforgot himself in his wonder at such an incomprehensible order, as to repeat:"open the quarter-deck ports! what for, sir?" "the only reason you need concern yourselfabout is because i tell you to do so. have them open wide and fastened properly." he reddened and went off, but i believemade some jeering remark to the carpenter as to the sensible practice of ventilatinga ship's quarter-deck.
i know he popped into the mate's cabin toimpart the fact to him because the whiskers came on deck, as it were by chance, andstole glances at me from below--for signs of lunacy or drunkenness, i suppose. a little before supper, feeling morerestless than ever, i rejoined, for a moment, my second self. and to find him sitting so quietly wassurprising, like something against nature, inhuman.i developed my plan in a hurried whisper. "i shall stand in as close as i dare andthen put her round. i will presently find means to smuggle youout of here into the sail locker, which
communicates with the lobby. but there is an opening, a sort of squarefor hauling the sails out, which gives straight on the quarter-deck and which isnever closed in fine weather, so as to give air to the sails. when the ship's way is deadened in staysand all the hands are aft at the main braces you will have a clear road to slipout and get overboard through the open quarter-deck port. i've had them both fastened up.use a rope's end to lower yourself into the water so as to avoid a splash--you know.it could be heard and cause some beastly
complication." he kept silent for a while, then whispered,"i understand." "i won't be there to see you go," i beganwith an effort. "the rest ... i only hope i have understood, too.""you have. from first to last"--and for the first timethere seemed to be a faltering, something strained in his whisper. he caught hold of my arm, but the ringingof the supper bell made me start. he didn't though; he only released hisgrip.
after supper i didn't come below again tillwell past eight o'clock. the faint, steady breeze was loaded withdew; and the wet, darkened sails held all there was of propelling power in it. the night, clear and starry, sparkleddarkly, and the opaque, lightless patches shifting slowly against the low stars werethe drifting islets. on the port bow there was a big one moredistant and shadowily imposing by the great space of sky it eclipsed.on opening the door i had a back view of my very own self looking at a chart. he had come out of the recess and wasstanding near the table.
"quite dark enough," i whispered.he stepped back and leaned against my bed with a level, quiet glance. i sat on the couch.we had nothing to say to each other. over our heads the officer of the watchmoved here and there. then i heard him move quickly. i knew what that meant.he was making for the companion; and presently his voice was outside my door."we are drawing in pretty fast, sir. land looks rather close." "very well," i answered."i am coming on deck directly."
i waited till he was gone out of the cuddy,then rose. my double moved too. the time had come to exchange our lastwhispers, for neither of us was ever to hear each other's natural voice."look here!" i opened a drawer and took out threesovereigns. "take this anyhow. i've got six and i'd give you the lot, onlyi must keep a little money to buy some fruit and vegetables for the crew fromnative boats as we go through sunda straits."
he shook his head."take it," i urged him, whispering desperately."no one can tell what--" he smiled and slapped meaningly the onlypocket of the sleeping jacket. it was not safe, certainly. but i produced a large old silkhandkerchief of mine, and tying the three pieces of gold in a corner, pressed it onhim. he was touched, i supposed, because he tookit at last and tied it quickly round his waist under the jacket, on his bare skin. our eyes met; several seconds elapsed,till, our glances still mingled, i extended
my hand and turned the lamp out.then i passed through the cuddy, leaving the door of my room wide open.... "steward!"he was still lingering in the pantry in the greatness of his zeal, giving a rub-up to aplated cruet stand the last thing before going to bed. being careful not to wake up the mate,whose room was opposite, i spoke in an undertone.he looked round anxiously. "sir!" "can you get me a little hot water from thegalley?"
"i am afraid, sir, the galley fire's beenout for some time now." "go and see." he flew up the stairs."now," i whispered, loudly, into the saloon--too loudly, perhaps, but i wasafraid i couldn't make a sound. he was by my side in an instant--the doublecaptain slipped past the stairs--through a tiny dark passage ... a sliding door.we were in the sail locker, scrambling on our knees over the sails. a sudden thought struck me.i saw myself wandering barefooted, bareheaded, the sun beating on my darkpoll.
i snatched off my floppy hat and triedhurriedly in the dark to ram it on my other self.he dodged and fended off silently. i wonder what he thought had come to mebefore he understood and suddenly desisted. our hands met gropingly, lingered united ina steady, motionless clasp for a second.... no word was breathed by either of us whenthey separated. i was standing quietly by the pantry doorwhen the steward returned. "sorry, sir. kettle barely warm.shall i light the spirit lamp?" "never mind."i came out on deck slowly.
it was now a matter of conscience to shavethe land as close as possible--for now he must go overboard whenever the ship was putin stays. must! there could be no going back for him.after a moment i walked over to leeward and my heart flew into my mouth at the nearnessof the land on the bow. under any other circumstances i would nothave held on a minute longer. the second mate had followed me anxiously.i looked on till i felt i could command my voice. "she will weather," i said then in a quiettone.
"are you going to try that, sir?" hestammered out incredulously. i took no notice of him and raised my tonejust enough to be heard by the helmsman. "keep her good full.""good full, sir." the wind fanned my cheek, the sails slept,the world was silent. the strain of watching the dark loom of theland grow bigger and denser was too much for me. i had shut my eyes--because the ship mustgo closer. she must!the stillness was intolerable. were we standing still?
when i opened my eyes the second viewstarted my heart with a thump. the black southern hill of koh-ring seemedto hang right over the ship like a towering fragment of everlasting night. on that enormous mass of blackness therewas not a gleam to be seen, not a sound to be heard. it was gliding irresistibly towards us andyet seemed already within reach of the hand. i saw the vague figures of the watchgrouped in the waist, gazing in awed silence."are you going on, sir?" inquired an
unsteady voice at my elbow. i ignored it.i had to go on. "keep her full.don't check her way. that won't do now," i said warningly. "i can't see the sails very well," thehelmsman answered me, in strange, quavering tones.was she close enough? already she was, i won't say in the shadowof the land, but in the very blackness of it, already swallowed up as it were, gonetoo close to be recalled, gone from me altogether.
"give the mate a call," i said to the youngman who stood at my elbow as still as death."and turn all hands up." my tone had a borrowed loudnessreverberated from the height of the land. several voices cried out together: "we areall on deck, sir." then stillness again, with the great shadowgliding closer, towering higher, without a light, without a sound. such a hush had fallen on the ship that shemight have been a bark of the dead floating in slowly under the very gate of erebus."my god! where are we?" it was the mate moaning at my elbow.
he was thunderstruck, and as it weredeprived of the moral support of his whiskers.he clapped his hands and absolutely cried out, "lost!" "be quiet," i said, sternly.he lowered his tone, but i saw the shadowy gesture of his despair."what are we doing here?" "looking for the land wind." he made as if to tear his hair, andaddressed me recklessly. "she will never get out.you have done it, sir. i knew it'd end in something like this.
she will never weather, and you are tooclose now to stay. she'll drift ashore before she's round.oh my god!" i caught his arm as he was raising it tobatter his poor devoted head, and shook it violently."she's ashore already," he wailed, trying to tear himself away. "is she?...keep good full there!" "good full, sir," cried the helmsman in afrightened, thin, childlike voice. i hadn't let go the mate's arm and went onshaking it. "ready about, do you hear?
you go forward"--shake--"and stop there"--shake--"and hold your noise"--shake--"and see these head-sheets properly overhauled"--shake, shake--shake. and all the time i dared not look towardsthe land lest my heart should fail me. i released my grip at last and he ranforward as if fleeing for dear life. i wondered what my double there in the saillocker thought of this commotion. he was able to hear everything--and perhapshe was able to understand why, on my conscience, it had to be thus close--noless. my first order "hard alee!" re-echoedominously under the towering shadow of koh- ring as if i had shouted in a mountaingorge.
and then i watched the land intently. in that smooth water and light wind it wasimpossible to feel the ship coming-to. no! i could not feel her.and my second self was making now ready to ship out and lower himself overboard. perhaps he was gone already...?the great black mass brooding over our very mastheads began to pivot away from theship's side silently. and now i forgot the secret stranger readyto depart, and remembered only that i was a total stranger to the ship.i did not know her. would she do it?
how was she to be handled?i swung the mainyard and waited helplessly. she was perhaps stopped, and her very fatehung in the balance, with the black mass of koh-ring like the gate of the everlastingnight towering over her taffrail. what would she do now? had she way on her yet?i stepped to the side swiftly, and on the shadowy water i could see nothing except afaint phosphorescent flash revealing the glassy smoothness of the sleeping surface. it was impossible to tell--and i had notlearned yet the feel of my ship. was she moving?
what i needed was something easily seen, apiece of paper, which i could throw overboard and watch.i had nothing on me. to run down for it i didn't dare. there was no time.all at once my strained, yearning stare distinguished a white object floatingwithin a yard of the ship's side. white on the black water. a phosphorescent flash passed under it.what was that thing?... i recognized my own floppy hat.it must have fallen off his head... and he didn't bother.
now i had what i wanted--the saving markfor my eyes. but i hardly thought of my other self, nowgone from the ship, to be hidden forever from all friendly faces, to be a fugitiveand a vagabond on the earth, with no brand of the curse on his sane forehead to stay aslaying hand... too proud to explain. and i watched the hat--the expression of mysudden pity for his mere flesh. it had been meant to save his homeless headfrom the dangers of the sun. and now--behold--it was saving the ship, byserving me for a mark to help out the ignorance of my strangeness. ha! it was drifting forward, warning mejust in time that the ship had gathered
sternaway."shift the helm," i said in a low voice to the seaman standing still like a statue. the man's eyes glistened wildly in thebinnacle light as he jumped round to the other side and spun round the wheel.i walked to the break of the poop. on the over-shadowed deck all hands stoodby the forebraces waiting for my order. the stars ahead seemed to be gliding fromright to left. and all was so still in the world that iheard the quiet remark, "she's round," passed in a tone of intense relief betweentwo seamen. "let go and haul."
the foreyards ran round with a great noise,amidst cheery cries. and now the frightful whiskers madethemselves heard giving various orders. already the ship was drawing ahead. and i was alone with her. nothing! no one in the world should standnow between us, throwing a shadow on the way of silent knowledge and mute affection,the perfect communion of a seaman with his first command. walking to the taffrail, i was in time tomake out, on the very edge of a darkness thrown by a towering black mass like thevery gateway of erebus--yes, i was in time
to catch an evanescent glimpse of my white hat left behind to mark the spot where thesecret sharer of my cabin and of my thoughts, as though he were my second self,had lowered himself into the water to take his punishment: a free man, a proud swimmerstriking out for a new destiny.
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