Chapter XIII
The first lieutenant prescribes for one of his patients, his prescriptions consisting of _draughts_ only--O"Brien finishes the history of his life, in which the proverb of "the more the merrier" is sadly disproved--_Shipping_ a new pair of boots causes the _unshipping_ of their owner--Walking home after a ball, O"Brien meets with an accident.
The next morning I was on deck at seven bells, to see the hammocks stowed, when I was witness to Mr Falcon, the first lieutenant, having recourse to one of his remedies to cure a mizen-top-boy of smoking, a practice to which he had a great aversion. He never interfered with the men smoking in the galley, or chewing tobacco; but he prevented the boys, that is, lads under twenty or there-abouts, from indulging in the habit too early. The first lieutenant smelt the tobacco as the boy pa.s.sed him on the quarter-deck. "Why, Neill, you have been smoking,"
said the first lieutenant. "I thought you were aware that I did not permit such lads as you to use tobacco."
"If you please, sir," replied the mizen-top-man, touching his hat, "I"se got worms, and they say that smoking be good for them."
"Good for them!" said the first lieutenant; "yes, very good for them, but very bad for you. Why, my good fellow, they"ll thrive upon tobacco until they grow as large as conger eels. Heat is what the worms are fond of; but cold--cold will kill them. Now I"ll cure you. Quarter-master, come here. Walk this boy up and down the weather-gangway, and every time you get forward abreast of the main-tack block, put his mouth to windward, squeeze him sharp by the nape of the neck until he opens his mouth wide, and there keep him and let the cold air blow down his throat, while you count ten; then walk him aft, and when you are forward again, proceed as before.--Cold kills worms, my poor boy, not tobacco--I wonder that you are not dead by this time."
The quarter-master, who liked the joke, as did all the seamen, seized hold of the lad, and as soon as they arrived forward, gave him such a squeeze of the neck as to force him to open his mouth, if it were only to cry with pain. The wind was very fresh, and blew into his mouth so strong, that it actually whistled while he was forced to keep it open; and thus, he was obliged to walk up and down, cooling his inside, for nearly two hours, when the first lieutenant sent for him, and told him, that he thought all the worms must be dead by that time; but if they were not, the lad was not to apply his own remedies, but come to him for another dose. However, the boy was of the same opinion as the first lieutenant, and never complained of worms again.
A few nights afterwards, when we had the middle watch, O"Brien proceeded with his story.
"Where was it that I left off?"
"You left off at the time that you were taken out of confinement."
"So I did, sure enough; and it was with no good-will that I went to my duty. However, as there was no help for it, I walked up and down the deck as before, with my hands in my pockets, thinking of old Ireland, and my great ancestor, Brien Borru. And so I went on behaving myself like a real gentleman, and getting into no more sc.r.a.pes, until the fleet put into the Cove of Cork, and I found myself within a few miles of my father"s house. You may suppose that the anchor had hardly kissed the mud, before I went to the first lieutenant, and asked leave to go on sh.o.r.e. Now the first lieutenant was not in the sweetest of tempers, seeing as how the captain had been hauling him over the coals for not carrying on the duty according to his satisfaction. So he answered me very gruffly, that I should not leave the ship. "Oh, bother!" said I to myself, "this will never do." So up I walked to the captain, and touching my hat, reminded him that "I had a father and mother, and a pretty sprinkling of brothers and sisters, who were dying to see me, and that I hoped that he would give me leave." "Ax the first lieutenant,"
said he, turning away. "I have, sir," replied I, "and he says that the devil a bit shall I put my foot on sh.o.r.e." "Then you have misbehaved yourself," said the captain. "Not a bit of it, Captain Willis," replied I; "it"s the first lieutenant who has misbehaved." "How, sir?" answered he, in an angry tone. "Why, sir, didn"t he misbehave just now in not carrying on the duty according to your will and pleasure? and didn"t you serve him out just as he deserved--and isn"t he sulky because you did-- and arn"t that the reason why I am not to go on sh.o.r.e? You see, your honour, it"s all true as I said; and the first lieutenant has misbehaved and not I. I hope you will allow me to go on sh.o.r.e, captain, G.o.d bless you! and make some allowance for my parental feelings towards the arthers of my existence." "Have you any fault to find with Mr O"Brien?"
said the captain to the first lieutenant, as he came aft. "No more than I have with midshipmen in general; but I believe it is not the custom for officers to ask leave to go on sh.o.r.e before the sails are furled and the yards squared." "Very true," replied the captain; "therefore, Mr O"Brien, you must wait until the watch is called, and then, if you ask the first lieutenant, I have no doubt but you will have leave granted to you to go and see your friends." "Thank"e kindly, sir," replied I; and I hoped that the yards and sails would be finished off as soon as possible, for my heart was in my mouth, and I felt that if I had been kept much longer, it would have flown on sh.o.r.e before me.
"I thought myself very clever in this business, but I was never a greater fool in my life; for there was no such hurry to have gone on sh.o.r.e, and the first lieutenant never forgave me for appealing to the captain--but of that by-and-by, and all in good time. At last I obtained a grumbling a.s.sent to my going on sh.o.r.e, and off I went like a sky-rocket. Being in a desperate hurry, I hired a jaunting-car to take me to my father"s house. "Is it the O"Brien of Ballyhinch that you mane?" inquired the spalpeen who drove the horse. "Sure it is," replied I; "and how is he, and all the n.o.ble family of the O"Briens?" "All well enough, bating the boy Tim, who caught a bit of confusion in his head the other night at the fair, and now lies at home in bed quite insensible to mate or drink; but the doctors give hopes of his recovery, as all the O"Briens are known to have such thick heads." "What do you mane by that, bad manners to you?" said I, "but poor Tim--how did it happen--was there a fight?" "Not much of a fight--only a bit of a skrummage--three crowners" inquests, no more." "But you are not going the straight road, you thief," said I, seeing that he had turned off to the left. "I"ve my reasons for that, your honour," replied he; "I always turn away from the Castle out of principle--I lost a friend there, and it makes me melancholy." "How came that for to happen?" "All by accident, your honour; they hung my poor brother Patrick there, because he was a bad hand at arithmetic." "He should have gone to a better school then," said I. "I"ve an idea that it was a bad school that he was brought up in," replied he, with a sigh. "He was a cattle-dealer, your honour, and one day, somehow or another, he"d a cow too much--all for not knowing how to count, your honour,--bad luck to his school-master."
"All that may be very true," said I, "and pace be to his soul; but I don"t see why you are to drag me, that"s in such a hurry, two miles out of my way, out of principle." "Is your honour in a hurry to get home?
Then I"ll be thinking they"ll not be in such a hurry to see you." "And who told you that my name was...o...b..ien, you baste?--and do you dare to say that my friends won"t be glad to see me?" "Plase your honour, it"s all an idea of mine--so say no more about it. Only this I know: Father M"Grath, who gives me absolution, tould me the other day that I ought to pay him, and not run in debt, and then run away like Terence O"Brien, who went to say without paying for his shirts, and his shoes, and his stockings, nor anything else, and who would live to be hanged as sure as St Patrick swam over the Liffey with his head under his arm." "Bad luck to that Father McGrath," cried I; "devil burn me, but I"ll be revenged upon him!"
"By that time we had arrived at the door of my father"s house. I paid the rapparee, and in I popped. There was my father and mother, and all my brothers and sisters (bating Tim, who was in bed sure enough, and died next day), and that baste Father McGrath to boot. When my mother saw me she ran to me and hugged me as she wept on my neck, and then she wiped her eyes and sat down again; but n.o.body else said "How d"ye do?"
or opened their mouths to me. I said to myself, "Sure there"s some trifling mistake here," but I held my tongue. At last they all opened their mouths with a vengeance. My father commenced--"Ar"n"t you ashamed on yourself, Terence O"Brien?" "Ar"n"t you ashamed on yourself, Terence O"Brien?" cried Father M"Grath. "Ar"n"t you ashamed on yourself?" cried out all my brothers and sisters in full chorus, whilst my poor mother put her ap.r.o.n to her eyes and said nothing. "The devil a bit for myself, but very much ashamed for you all," replied I, "to treat me in this manner. What"s the meaning of all this?" "Haven"t they seized my two cows to pay for your toggery, you spalpeen?" cried my father. "Haven"t they taken the hay to pay for your shoes and stockings?" cried Father M"Grath. "Haven"t they taken the pig to pay for that ugly hat of yours?"
cried my eldest sister. "And haven"t they taken my hens to pay for that dirk of yours?" cried another. "And all our best furniture to pay for your white shirts and black cravats?" cried Murdock, my brother. "And haven"t we been starved to death ever since?" cried they all. "Och hone!" said my mother. "The devil they have!" said I, when they"d all done. "Sure I"m sorry enough, but it"s no fault of mine. Father, didn"t you send me to say?" "Yes, you rapparee; but didn"t you promise--or didn"t I promise for you, which is all one and the same thing--that you"d pay it all back with your prize-money--and where is it? answer that, Terence O"Brien." "Where is it, father? I"ll tell you; it"s where next Christmas is--coming, but not come yet." "Spake to him, Father M"Grath," said my father. "Is not that a lie of yours, Terence O"Brien, that you"re after telling now?" said Father McGrath; "give me the money." "It"s no lie, Father McGrath; if it pleased you to die to-morrow, the devil of a shilling have I to jingle on your tombstone for good luck, bating those three or four, which you may divide between you, and I threw them on the floor.
""Terence O"Brien," said Father McGrath, "its absolution that you"ll be wanting to-morrow, after all your sins and enormities; and the devil a bit shall you have--take that now."
""Father M"Grath," replied I very angrily, "it"s no absolution that I"ll want from you, any how--take that now."
""Then you have had your share of heaven; for I"ll keep you out of it, you wicked monster," said Father M"Grath--"take that now."
""If it"s no better than a midshipman"s berth," replied I, "I"d just as soon stay out; but I"ll creep in in spite of you--take that now, Father M"Grath."
""And who"s to save your soul, and send you to heaven, if I don"t, you wicked wretch? but I"ll see you d--d first--so take that now, Terence O"Brien."
""Then I"ll turn Protestant, and d.a.m.n the Pope--take that now, Father M"Grath."
"At this last broadside of mine, my father and all my brothers and sisters raised a cry of horror, and my mother burst into tears. Father M"Grath seized hold of the pot of holy water, and dipping in the little whisk, began to sprinkle the room, saying a Latin prayer, while they all went on squalling at me. At last, my father seized the stool, which he had been seated upon, and threw it at my head. I dodged, and it knocked down Father M"Grath, who had just walked behind me in full song. I knew that it was all over after that, so I sprang over his carca.s.s, and gained the door. "Good morning to ye all, and better manners to you next time we meet," cried I, and off I set as fast as I could for the ship.
"I was melancholy enough as I walked back, and thought of what had pa.s.sed. "I need not have been in such a confounded hurry," said I to myself, "to ask leave, thereby affronting the first lieutenant;" and I was very sorry for what I had said to the priest, for my conscience thumped me very hard at having even pretended that I"d turn Protestant, which I never intended to do, nor never will, but live and die a good Catholic, as all my posterity have done before me, and, as I trust, all my ancestors will for generations to come. Well, I arrived on board, and the first lieutenant was very savage. I hoped he would get over it, but he never did; and he continued to treat me so ill that I determined to quit the ship, which I did as soon as we arrived in Cawsand Bay. The captain allowed me to go, for I told him the whole truth of the matter, and he saw that it was true; so he recommended me to the captain of a jacka.s.s frigate, who was in want of midshipmen."
"What do you mean by a jacka.s.s frigate?" inquired I.
"I mean one of your twenty-eight gun-ships, so called, because there is as much difference between them and a real frigate, like the one we are sailing in, as there is between a donkey and a racehorse. Well, the ship was no sooner brought down to the dock-yard to have her ballast taken in, than our captain came down to her--a little, thin, spare man, but a man of weight nevertheless, for he brought a great pair of scales with him, and weighed everything that was put on board. I forget his real name, but the sailors christened him Captain Avoirdupois. He had a large book, and in it he inserted the weight of the ballast, and of the shot, water, provisions, coals, standing and running rigging, cables, and everything else. Then he weighed all the men, and all the midshipmen, and all the midshipmen"s chests, and all the officers, with everything belonging to them: lastly, he weighed himself, which did not add much to the sum total. I don"t exactly know what this was for; but he was always talking about centres of gravity, displacement of fluid, and Lord knows what. I believe it was to find out the longitude, somehow or other, but I didn"t remain long enough in her to know the end of it, for one day I brought on board a pair of new boots, which I forgot to report that they might be put into the scales, which sw.a.n.g on the gangway; and whether the captain thought that they would sink his ship, or for what I can not tell, but he ordered me to quit her immediately--so, there I was adrift again. I packed up my traps and went on sh.o.r.e, putting on my new boots out of spite, and trod into all the mud and mire I could meet, and walked up and down from Plymouth to Dock until I was tired, as a punishment to them, until I wore the scoundrels out in a fortnight.
"One day I was in the dockyard, looking at a two-decker in the basin, just brought forward for service, and I inquired who was to be the captain. They told me that his name was O"Connor. Then"s he"s a countryman of mine, thought I, and I"ll try my luck. So I called at Goud"s Hotel, where he was lodging, and requested to speak with him. I was admitted, and I told him, with my best bow, that I had come as a volunteer for his ship, and that my name was...o...b..ien. As it happened, he had some vacancies, and liking my brogue, he asked me in what ships I had served. I told him, and also my reason for quitting my last--which was, because I was turned out of it. I explained the story of the boots, and he made inquiries, and found that it was all true; and then he gave me a vacancy as master"s mate. We were ordered to South America, and the trade winds took us there in a jiffey. I liked my captain and officers very much; and what was better, we took some good prizes. But somehow or other, I never had the luck to remain long in one ship, and that by no fault of mine; at least, not in this instance. All went on as smooth as possible, until one day the captain took us on sh.o.r.e to a ball, at one of the peaceable districts. We had a very merry night of it; but as luck would have it, I had the morning watch to keep, and see the decks cleaned, and as I never neglected my duty, I set off about three o"clock in the morning, just at break of day, to go on board of the ship. I was walking along the sands, thinking of the pretty girl that I"d been dancing with, and had got about half way to the ship, when three rapparees of Spanish soldiers came from behind a rock and attacked me with their swords and bayonets. I had only my dirk, but I was not to be run through for nothing, so I fought them as long as I could. I finished one fellow, but at last they finished me; for a bayonet pa.s.sed through my body, and I forgot all about it. Well, it appears--for I can only say to the best of my knowledge and belief--that after they had killed me, they stripped me naked and buried me in the sand, carrying away with them the body of their comrade. So there I was--dead and buried."
"But, O"Brien," said I
"Whist--hold your tongue--you"ve not heard the end of it. Well, I had been buried about an hour--but not very deep it appears, for they were in too great a hurry--when a fisherman and his daughter came along the beach, on their way to the boat; and the daughter, G.o.d bless her! did me the favour to tread upon my nose. It was clear that she had never trod upon an Irishman"s nose before, for it surprised her, and she looked down to see what was there, and not seeing anything, she tried it again with her foot, and then she sc.r.a.ped off the sand, and discovered my pretty face. I was quite warm and still breathing, for the sand had stopped the blood, and prevented my bleeding to death. The fisherman pulled me out, and took me on his back to the house where the captain and officers were still dancing. When he brought me in, there was a great cry from the ladies, not because I was murdered, for they are used to it in those countries, but because I was naked, which they considered a much more serious affair. I was put to bed and a boat despatched on board for our doctor; and in a few hours I was able to speak, and tell them how it happened. But I was too ill to move when the ship sailed, which she was obliged to do in a day or two afterwards, so the captain made out my discharge, and left me there. The family were French, and I remained with them for six months before I could obtain a pa.s.sage home, during which I learnt their language, and a very fair allowance of Spanish to boot. When I arrived in England, I found that the prizes had been sold, and that the money was ready for distribution. I produced my certificate, and received 167 for my share. So it"s come at last, thought I.
"I never had such a handful of money in my life; but I hope I shall again very soon. I spread it out on the table as soon as I got home, and looked at it, and then I said to myself, "Now, Terence O"Brien, will you keep this money to yourself, or send it home?" Then I thought of Father M"Grath, and the stool that was thrown at my head, and I was very near sweeping it all back into my pocket. But then I thought of my mother, and of the cows, and the pig, and the furniture, all gone; and of my brothers and sisters wanting praties, and I made a vow that I"d send every farthing of it to them, after which Father M"Grath would no longer think of not giving me absolution. So I sent them every doit, only reserving for myself the pay which I had received, amounting to about 30: and I never felt more happy in my life than when it was safe in the post-office, and fairly out of my hands. I wrote a bit of a letter to my father at the time, which was to this purpose:--
""HONOURED FATHER,-- Since our last pleasant meeting, at which you threw the stool at my head, missing the pigeon and hitting the crow, I have been dead and buried, but am now quite well, thank G.o.d, and want no absolution from Father M"Grath, bad luck to him. And what"s more to the point, I have just received a batch of prize-money, the first I have handled since I have served his Majesty, and every farthing of which I now send to you, that you may get back your old cows, and the pig, and all the rest of the articles seized to pay for my fitting out; so never again ask me whether I am not ashamed of myself; more shame to you for abusing a dutiful son like myself, who went to sea at your bidding, and has never had a real good potato down his throat ever since. I"m a true O"Brien, tell my mother, and don"t mane to turn Protestant, but uphold the religion of my country; although the devil may take Father M"Grath and his holy water to boot. I sha"n"t come and see you, as perhaps you may have another stool ready for my head, and may take better aim next time.
So no more at present from your affectionate son, "TERENCE O"BRIEN.""
"About three weeks afterwards I received a letter from my father, telling me that I was a real O"Brien, and that if any one dared hint to the contrary, he would break every bone in his body; that they had received the money, and thanked me for a real gentleman as I was; that I should have the best stool in the house next time I came, not for my head, but for my tail; that Father M"Grath sent me his blessing, and had given me absolution for all I had done, or should do for the next ten years to come; that my mother had cried with joy at my dutiful behaviour; and that all my brothers and sisters (bating Tim, who had died the day after I left them) wished me good luck, and plenty more prize-money to send home to them.
"This was all very pleasant; and I had nothing left on my mind but to get another ship; so I went to the port-admiral, and told him how it was that I left my last: and he said, "that being dead and buried was quite sufficient reason for any one leaving his ship, and that he would procure me another, now that I had come to life again." I was sent on board of the guard-ship, where I remained about ten days, and then was sent round to join this frigate--and so my story"s ended; and there"s eight bells striking--so the watch is ended too; jump down, Peter, and call Robinson, and tell him that I"ll trouble him to forget to go to sleep again as he did last time, and leave me here kicking my heels, contrary to the rules and regulations of the service."
Chapter XIV
The first lieutenant has more patients--Mr Chucks the Boatswain, lets me into the secret of his gentility.
Before I proceed with my narrative, I wish to explain to the reader that my history was not written in after-life, when I had obtained a greater knowledge of the world. When I first went to sea, I promised my mother that I would keep a journal of what pa.s.sed, with my reflections upon it.
To this promise I rigidly adhered, and since I have been my own master, these journals have remained in my possession. In writing, therefore, the early part of my adventures, everything is stated as it was impressed on my mind at the time. Upon many points I have since had reason to form a different opinion from that which is recorded, and upon many others I have since laughed heartily at my folly and simplicity; but still, I have thought it advisable to let the ideas of the period remain, rather than correct them by those of dear-bought experience. A boy of fifteen, brought up in a secluded country town, cannot be expected to reason and judge as a young man who has seen much of life, and pa.s.sed through a variety of adventures. The reader must therefore remember, that I have referred to my journal for the opinions and feelings which guided me between each distinct anniversary of my existence.
We had now been cruising for six weeks, and I found that my profession was much more agreeable than I had antic.i.p.ated. My desire to please was taken for the deed; and, although I occasionally made a blunder, yet the captain and first lieutenant seemed to think that I was attentive to my duty to the best of my ability, and only smiled at my mistakes. I also discovered, that, however my natural capacity may have been estimated by my family, that it was not so depreciated here; and every day I felt more confidence in myself, and hoped, by attention and diligence, to make up for a want of natural endowment. There certainly is something in the life of a sailor which enlarges the mind. When I was at home six months before, I allowed other people to think for me, and acted wholly on the leading-strings of their suggestions; on board, to the best of my ability, I thought for myself. I became happy with my messmates--those who were harsh upon me left off, because I never resented their conduct, and those who were kind to me were even kinder than before. The time flew away quickly, I suppose, because I knew exactly what I had to do, and each day was the forerunner of the ensuing. The first lieutenant was one of the most amusing men I ever knew, yet he never relaxed from the discipline of the service, or took the least liberty with either his superiors or inferiors. His humour was princ.i.p.ally shown in his various modes of punishment; and, however severe the punishment was to the party, the manner of inflicting it was invariably a source of amus.e.m.e.nt to the remainder of the ship"s company. I often thought, that although no individual liked being punished, yet, that all the ship"s company were quite pleased when a punishment took place. He was very particular about his decks; they were always as white as snow, and nothing displeased him so much as their being soiled. It was for that reason that he had such an objection to the use of tobacco. There were spitting-pans placed in different parts of the decks for the use of the men, that they might not dirty the planks with the tobacco-juice.
Sometimes a man in his hurry forgot to use these pans, but, as the mess to which the stain might be opposite had their grog stopped if the party were not found out, they took good care not only to keep a look-out, but to inform against the offender. Now the punishment for the offence was as follows--the man"s hands were tied behind his back, and a large tin spitting-box fixed to his chest by a strap over the shoulders. All the other boxes on the lower deck were taken away, and he was obliged to walk there, ready to attend the summons of any man who might wish to empty his mouth of the tobacco-juice. The other men were so pleased at the fancy, that they spat twice as much as before, for the pleasure of making him run about. Mr Chucks, the boatswain, called it "the first lieutenant"s _perambulating_ spitting-pan." He observed to me one day, "that really Mr Falcon was such an _epicure_ about his decks, that he was afraid to pudding an anchor on the forecastle."
I was much amused one morning watch that I kept. We were stowing the hammocks in the quarter-deck nettings, when one of the boys came up with his hammock on his shoulder, and as he pa.s.sed the first lieutenant, the latter perceived that he had a quid of tobacco in his cheek. "What have you got there, my good lad--a gum-boil?--your cheek is very much swelled." "No, sir," replied the boy, "there"s nothing at all the matter." "O there must be; it is a bad tooth, then. Open your mouth, and let me see." Very reluctantly the boy opened his mouth, and discovered a large roll of tobacco-leaf. "I see, I see," said the first lieutenant, "your mouth wants overhauling, and your teeth cleaning. I wish we had a dentist on board; but as we have not, I will operate as well as I can.
Send the armourer up here with his tongs." When the armourer made his appearance, the boy was made to open his mouth, while the chaw of tobacco was extracted with his rough instrument. "There now," said the first lieutenant, "I"m sure that you must feel better already; you never could have had any appet.i.te. Now, captain of the afterguard, bring a piece of old canvas and some sand here, and clean his teeth nicely." The captain of the afterguard came forward, and putting the boy"s head between his knees, scrubbed his teeth well with the sand and canvas for two or three minutes. "There, that will do," said the first lieutenant.
"Now, my little fellow, your mouth is nice and clean, and you"ll enjoy your breakfast. It was impossible for you to have eaten anything with your mouth in such a nasty state. When it"s dirty again, come to me, and I"ll be your dentist."
One day I was on the forecastle with Mr Chucks, the boatswain, who was very kind to me. He had been showing me how to make the various knots and bends of rope which are used in our service. I am afraid that I was very stupid, but he showed me over and over again, until I learnt how to make them. Amongst others, he taught me a fisherman"s bend, which he p.r.o.nounced to be the _king_ of all knots; "and, Mr Simple," continued he, "there is a moral in that knot. You observe, that when the parts are drawn the right way, and together, the more you pull the faster they hold, and the more impossible to untie them; but see, by hauling them apart, how a little difference, a pull the other way, immediately disunites them, and then how easy they cast off in a moment. That points out the necessity of pulling together in this world, Mr Simple, when we wish to hold on, and that"s a piece of philosophy worth all the twenty-six thousand and odd years of my friend the carpenter, which leads to nothing but a brown study, when he ought to be attending to his duty."
"Very true, Mr Chucks, you are the better philosopher of the two."
"I am the better educated, Mr Simple, and I trust, more of a gentleman.
I consider a gentleman to be, to a certain degree, a philosopher, for very often he is obliged, to support his character as such, to put up with what another person may very properly fly in a pa.s.sion about. I think coolness is the great character-stick of a gentleman. In the service, Mr Simple, one is obliged to appear angry without indulging the sentiment. I can a.s.sure you, that I never lose my temper, even when I use my rattan."
"Why, then, Mr Chucks, do you swear so much at the men? Surely that is not gentlemanly?"
"Most certainly not, sir. But I must defend myself by observing the very artificial state in which we live on board of a man-of-war. Necessity, my dear Mr Simple, has no law. You must observe how gently I always commence when I have to find fault. I do that to prove my gentility; but, sir, my zeal for the service obliges me to alter my language, to prove in the end that I am in earnest. Nothing would afford me more pleasure than to be able to carry on the duty as a gentleman, but that"s impossible."
"I really cannot see why."