Turned Adrift.
by Harry Collingwood.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE SEIZURE OF THE "ZEn.o.bIA".
The _Zen.o.bia_--A1 at Lloyd"s--was a beautiful little clipper barque of 376 tons register, and so exquisitely fine were her lines that her cargo-carrying capacity amounted to but a few tons more than her register tonnage; in fact, the naval architect who designed her had been instructed to ignore altogether the question of cargo capacity, and to give his whole attention to the matter of speed, and most faithfully had he carried out his instructions.
For the _Zen.o.bia_ had been designed and built to the order of the firm which owned the famous "Queen" line of sailing clippers trading between London and Natal; and the aim of the Company was to drive off all compet.i.tors and secure the monopoly of the pa.s.senger trade between London and the Garden Colony. And there was only one way in which that aim could be accomplished, namely, by carrying pa.s.sengers to and fro in less time and greater comfort than any of the competing lines. The question of cargo did not matter so very much, for at that time--that is to say, about the year 1860--the steam service to South Africa was very different from what it is to-day. The steamers were small, slow, and infrequent; Natal was just then attracting a big influx of well-to-do people from England; pa.s.senger rates were high--as also, for that matter, was the freight on such special merchandise as was at that time being carried out to the colony--and those who took credit to themselves for their foresight believed that there was big money to be made in the sailing pa.s.senger trade. Needless to say, the compet.i.tion between the different lines was exceedingly keen: but the owners of the "Queen" line were a very rich corporation; they were prepared to sink money in the effort to secure a monopoly; and the _Zen.o.bia_ was the latest outcome of their rather speculative policy.
At the moment when this story opens--namely, about two bells of the middle watch, on the night of 24 January, 1862--or rather in the early morning of 25 January, to be exact--the barque was somewhere about lat.i.tude 25 degrees south, and longitude 27 degrees west. I have not the precise figures by me, nor do they very greatly matter. The night was fine, clear, and starlit, with the moon, well advanced in her fourth quarter, hanging a few degrees above the eastern horizon, and shedding just enough light to touch the wave crests immediately beneath her with soft flashes of ruddy golden light. The wind was piping up fresh from the south-east, and the little clipper was roaring through it under all plain sail to her royals, with the yeast slopping in over her starboard rail at every lee roll and her lee scuppers all afloat; for quick pa.s.sages were the order of the day, quick pa.s.sages meant "carrying on", and Mr Stephen Bligh, the chief mate and officer of the watch, was living fully up to the traditions of the service. This was the _Zen.o.bia"s_ second outward voyage. Her first trip had been accomplished in the unprecedentedly brief period of forty-six days; and it was now the ambition of her skipper and his two mates to beat even that brilliant record. And at the moment there seemed an excellent prospect that this laudable ambition might be achieved, for the morrow would only be our twenty-fourth day out. We had been extraordinarily lucky in the matter of crossing the line, having slid across it with a good breeze, which had run us into the south-east Trades without the loss of a moment; and those same south-east Trades--or something remarkably like them--were still piping up fresh, although we were by this time well beyond their ordinary southern limits.
Our ship"s company amounted to twenty-four all told, namely, Captain John Roberts, our skipper; Mr Stephen Bligh, our chief mate; Mr Peter Johnson, our second mate; Dr John Morrison, our surgeon--ours being one of the few ships in the trade which at that time carried a doctor--the boatswain, carpenter, sailmaker, cook, two stewards, twelve men--of whom eight were A.B."s and four only O.S.--and last, but not least--in our own estimation--two apprentices, Tom Bainbridge, in his fifth year of apprenticeship, being one, while I, Mark Temple, just turned seventeen years of age, and in the third year of my apprenticeship, was the other.
There was not much love lost between Bainbridge and myself, by the way, for he was of a sullen, sulky temper, and had tried hard to bully me when I first made his acquaintance in the old _Boadicea_ before joining the _Zen.o.bia_. But our mutual ill feeling did not greatly matter, for he was in the port watch and I in the starboard, so we very rarely met except when it was a case of "all hands"; consequently we had not very much opportunity to quarrel. And in addition to the above we carried twenty cuddy pa.s.sengers, of whom six were men, while the remainder consisted of nine ladies and five children. I am afraid the above details are not very interesting, but it is necessary to give them in order that the reader may fully understand what is to follow.
As I have already mentioned, this story may be said to have had its beginning about two bells in the middle watch--or about one o"clock in the morning--on a certain specified date; for until then there had been nothing out of the ordinary to distinguish the voyage from any other.
But some five minutes after I had struck two bells, in accordance with the chief mate"s instructions, and the lookout on the topgallant forecastle had responded with the usual cry of "All"s well!" one of the forecastle hands came slouching along aft, and, ascending the p.o.o.p ladder with a certain suggestion of haste and trepidation, approached the mate.
"Will ye mind steppin" for"ard a minute, sir?" he enquired. "There"s a strong smell o" burnin" down in the fo"c"sle, and--"
"A strong smell of burning?" interrupted Mr Bligh. "The d.i.c.kens there is! Yes, of course I"ll go. Temple," turning to me, "just keep a lookout for a minute or two while I"m gone, will ye?"
"Ay, ay, sir," I replied; and the mate dashed down the p.o.o.p ladder and went scurrying away forward, regardless of the drenching showers of spray that came flying in over the weather cathead with every mad plunge of the overdriven ship.
For the next five minutes I paced anxiously to and fro along the weather side of the p.o.o.p, with my ears wide open for any sudden outcry that might confirm the awful suspicion of fire having broken out below; but I heard nothing save the continuous hiss and roar of the sea under the lee bow and along the bends, the heavy slop of water in over the rail with every lee roll of the ship, and the thunder and piping of the wind aloft, and I was beginning to hope that it was no worse than a false alarm, when the man who a few minutes previously had come aft to summon the mate came running--yes, positively running--along the deck again.
He stumbled up the p.o.o.p ladder and came to me, puffing and panting, with every sign of the most extreme agitation, and delivered his message.
"Mr Temple!" he gasped--the skipper always insisted upon the "midshipmen" apprentices being "Mistered" by the foremast hands, upon the ground that we were officers, if only in embryo--"Mr Temple, the mate says will ye please slip below and quietly call Cap"n Roberts without disturbin" the pa.s.sengers. Ye are to tell him that the ship"s afire in the forehold, and that Mr Bligh will be much obliged if he"ll come for"ard to the fo"c"sle at once. And when ye"ve done that, ye"re to continue your lookout on the p.o.o.p until ye"re relieved."
"Ay, ay, Mason, I"ll do that," I answered. Then, as we turned together to leave the p.o.o.p, I asked: "Is the matter serious, Mason? Has Mr Bligh actually found the seat of the fire; and is there a chance of our being able to master it?"
"Can"t say, as yet," answered the man. "We ain"t actually found the fire; but it"s there all right."
I shivered involuntarily, although the night was warm, for I happened to know that a good deal of the cargo which we were carrying was of a highly combustible character, such as furniture, pianos, Manchester goods, and the like, to say nothing of several cases of sporting ammunition. I knew that if once the fire happened to get a good hold upon such material as that the chances were all against our being able to master it, especially in such a strong breeze as was then blowing.
And if we should be compelled to leave the ship--!
I thought of those poor helpless women and children peacefully sleeping down below, and of what their plight might be if we were driven to take to the boats out there in the heart of the South Atlantic, hundreds of miles from the nearest land.
Tiptoeing my way to the skipper"s cabin, I rapped gently with my knuckles on the panel of the door, and bent my head to listen for a reply. I knew that Captain Roberts was a light sleeper, and judged that it would not take much to awake him. Nor was I mistaken, for immediately following upon my low knock came the quiet reply:
"Hillo! who is there, and what is it?"
"It is I--Temple--sir," I replied. "May I enter?"
For answer I heard the light thud of bare feet inside the cabin as the skipper sprang from his bunk; and the next instant the door quietly opened and Captain Roberts stood before me.
"What is it, Temple?" he demanded. "Anything wrong?"
"Yes, sir, I"m afraid there is," I replied in low tones. "Mr Bligh is down in the forecastle, and he has just sent a message aft to me directing me to call you and say that he is afraid fire has broken out in the fore hold, and that he will be much obliged if you will kindly go to him at once."
"Fire!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the skipper. "In the fore hold, you say? Humph! I don"t notice any smell of it here," and he started sniffing violently as he stooped for his slippers and put them on. "Who gave the alarm?"
"Mason, sir," I replied. "He came aft, just after two bells, and reported a strong smell of burning down in the forecastle. Mr Bligh went for"ard at once, leaving me to keep a lookout on the p.o.o.p; and he had been gone about five minutes when Mason again came aft with a message directing me to call you."
"I see," answered the skipper. "Very well," as he emerged from his cabin and quietly closed the door behind him, "you go back to the p.o.o.p and keep an eye upon the ship. I shall not be long." And with one bound, as it seemed to me, he was out on deck and running forward. As for me, I returned to my station on the p.o.o.p, which I anxiously paced backward and forward in momentary expectation of hearing the call for "All hands!"
But when I came to look more closely it appeared that any such formal call would be quite superfluous, for presently a light flashed out from the windows of the small house just abaft the foremast, in which the boatswain, carpenter, sailmaker, cook, and the two stewards were berthed, and by its rather feeble beams I perceived that the fore deck was full of men crouching under the shelter of the topgallant forecastle; I presumed, therefore, that upon the first alarm of fire they had turned out and dressed, and had been sent on deck by the mate to be out of the way while the investigation below was being made. It was about this time that I noticed, with keen satisfaction, the fact that the wind was not blowing quite as strongly as it had been during the earlier part of the watch.
I was beginning to think that the skipper was remaining below rather a long time, and was drawing the most disquieting conclusions from the circ.u.mstance, when one of the crew--a man whom I recognised as Owen Lloyd, generally known among his messmates as "Welshy"--came aft and entered the little house abaft the main hatch, where Bainbridge and I had our lodging. A few seconds later a small glimmer from the open door showed that the man was lighting the lamp which illuminated our snuggery; and a minute or two afterwards Lloyd emerged again and went forward, while Bainbridge also stepped out on deck and disappeared beneath the break of the p.o.o.p. He was gone some three or four minutes, then reappeared, accompanied by Mr Johnson, the second mate, whom he had evidently been directed to call, for the pair immediately proceeded forward at a trot. I decided that the matter was a.s.suming a distinctly serious aspect. Some five minutes later Bainbridge came aft, and, ascending to the p.o.o.p, remarked to me in his usual surly, offhand manner:
"You"re wanted at once in the forecastle, Temple, and I"m to keep the lookout in your place."
"Right!" I replied. "How are they getting on for"ard? Have they found the fire yet?"
"Go and look for yourself, sonny, and don"t waste valuable time in stopping to ask silly questions," was the ungracious reply I received; and I suppose it was the reflection that it served me right for persisting in my attempts to be civil to the lout that drove out of my head the thought which had flashed into it for an instant, that it was rather queer that the skipper should have sent for me at a moment when Bainbridge was actually on the spot and would serve his purpose quite as well. So, all unsuspectingly, I trundled away forward, and, flinging my legs over the coaming of the fore scuttle, dropped down into the forecastle, noting _en pa.s.sant_ that a dozen or more of the hands were still huddling together under the shelter of the topgallant forecastle.
As I was in the very act of swinging myself down off the coaming I thought I caught the sound of a subdued chuckle emanating from somebody among this group; but before I had time to give the matter a thought, or wonder what might be the cause of such ill-timed mirth, my feet reached the deck of the forecastle, and I found myself the centre of a group of some half a dozen of the crew, with the slush lamp swinging violently with the motion of the ship, and darting its feeble rays. .h.i.ther and thither as it hung suspended from a smoky beam overhead. And in that same instant I caught a momentary glimpse of the forms of Captain Roberts, Mr Bligh, and Mr Johnson, bound hand and foot, and with gags in their mouths, huddled up in three of the recently vacated bunks. As for the supposed fire, there was neither sight nor smell of it.
"What the--" I began. But before I could utter another sound I felt my head dragged violently back and a big gag thrust between my jaws, while my arms and legs were at the same instant seized by powerful hands and lashed so securely that I could not have moved either of them by so much as an inch, no, not to save my life. The work was done with the speed and precision that might be expected of men accustomed to the manipulation of ropes and the tying of knots; and then I was lifted off my feet and flung with scant ceremony into one of the unoccupied bunks.
"There! that"s the last one; the pa.s.sengers can be left until to-morrer mornin" to be dealt with," exclaimed a voice which I recognised as that of "Welshy". "And now, lads," the voice continued, "let"s go on deck and take some of the "muslin" off her; there"s no use in strainin" the hooker all to pieces, and Bainbridge says as we"re quite far enough south a"ready."
Bainbridge! Could it be possible that Bainbridge was mixed up with this vile conspiracy? For conspiracy it was, clearly enough, to obtain possession of the ship without the necessity to fight for her; the bound forms of the skipper and the two mates--to say nothing of myself--proved it beyond a doubt. And a very cunningly devised scheme it was, too, ably planned and most efficiently executed--the enticement of the mate into the forecastle by the suggestion of fire; then, after just the right lapse of time, the fict.i.tious message to the skipper through me, followed by the summons of the second mate, and, finally, the capture of my insignificant self. It was much too subtle a scheme to be evolved by the uninventive brain of the average British sh.e.l.lback, and I fancied that I recognised a certain Bainbridge-like neatness of touch and finish in it all. But perhaps I was prejudiced, for I never liked the fellow.
Yet, if he was not in it, why was he still free, instead of being down in the forecastle, a captive, like the rest of us? I remembered now that on several occasions I had seen him fraternising with the men for"ard during the dog-watches; but I had thought nothing of it at the time beyond reflecting that to me it seemed to be rather bad form on his part, and not by any means conducive to good discipline.
As I recalled these occasions to mind, while I lay there in that close, evil-smelling bunk, I idly wondered whether he had used them for the purpose of seducing the men from their duty and allegiance and persuading them to join him in this outrageous act of unprovoked mutiny.
For unprovoked it most a.s.suredly was: the owners were most liberal providers, the food was the best obtainable, and the allowance of it far exceeded the Board of Trade scale; the men had grog as well as lime juice served out to them regularly every day; the skipper was easy-going with them to a degree; and neither of the mates could, by the wildest stretch of imagination, be termed a slave-driver, although of course both exacted a certain amount of daily work; and, finally, the afternoon watch below was never called upon except when necessity demanded it; in short, the _Zen.o.bia_ was as comfortable a ship as any sailor need wish to go to sea in. No; I was certain that this atrocious seizure of the ship had not originated in discontent on the part of the men, who were neither better nor worse than the average British seaman. They had been played upon by skilful hands; their baser pa.s.sions had been so strongly appealed to that their better judgment had been blinded; and I felt morally convinced that there was not a man among the legitimate occupants of the forecastle who possessed the ability to do this thing.
Then, I asked myself, who was the master spirit who had contrived so effectually to blind and mislead those simple-minded men, and so powerfully to influence them that they had eventually permitted themselves to be betrayed into an act that converted them into outlaws, with every man"s hand against them? And why had they done it? They had no grievance, real or imaginary, against any of their officers: that fact was patent from the manner in which the seizure of the ship had been effected; there had been none of the brutal violence, the bloodshed, which usually accompanies a mutiny upon the high seas. Then why, I mentally repeated, had the men mutinied at all?
And the answer that came to my mind was--Bainbridge! Yes, prejudice and ill feeling apart, I could think of no other individual in the ship with the will and the disposition to concoct and carry out such a scheme. To begin with, he was the only discontented person, so far as I knew, on the ship. And his discontent was of that dangerous kind which is dissatisfied not with any one particular thing, but with everything. He was poor and--as I understood--practically friendless, except for an uncle who had apprenticed him to the sea in order to get rid of him; he was restive under discipline, his character being strongly imbued with that false pride which chafes at a subordinate position. I had often heard him declare that he was born to be a leader of men, and had laughed at what seemed to me to be his inordinate conceit. He hated work as heartily as he loved trashy, sensational literature; and he displayed a quite childish love of dainty food and showy clothes. And these were not his only faults: he was an unblushing liar; he scoffed at such old-fashioned virtues as honesty and truth and G.o.dliness; he sneered at me every time that he found me on my knees offering up my morning and nightly pet.i.tions to my Maker; he was cruel when he had the chance to be so; and, in short, he seemed surcharged with gall and bitterness.
He possessed only one redeeming point, so far as I could ever discover, and that was that he was a splendid navigator. He prided himself upon his skill with the s.e.xtant, and often used to a.s.sert--in that cynical way of his that might be either jest or earnest, one could never tell which--that some day he would become a pirate king and establish himself magnificently on some fair island of the Pacific! Heavens! thought I, could it be possible that the fellow had actually been in earnest, and that this mutiny was the outcome of his evil ambition? It certainly looked very much like it.
Meanwhile, during the time that these thoughts and speculations had been running through my head, the hands on deck had been noisily engaged in shortening sail, and from the time that they took about the job, and the easier, more buoyant movements of the ship, I conjectured that they had taken in not only the royals, but also the topgallantsails, together with, probably, the flying jib and a few of the lighter staysails.
Then, when the mutineers had done all that they deemed necessary in the way of shortening sail, four of them came down into the forecastle, and with the aid of a rope, the bight of which was pa.s.sed round our bodies, the skipper, the mates, and I were hauled up on deck and carried into the fore house, where we found the boatswain, Chips, and Sails as securely trussed up as ourselves. And there, still gagged and bound helplessly hand and foot, we were left to our meditations until, after a very eternity, as it seemed, of extreme discomfort, first came the daylight and finally eight bells of the morning watch, when the sliding door of the house was thrust open and one of the men entered--a fellow named Adams.
After looking at us meditatively for a moment, and carefully examining our lashings to a.s.sure himself that they still held firmly, he removed the gags from our mouths--for which I, for one, was profoundly thankful--and informed us that breakfast was about to be brought to us, and that our hands would be loosed to enable us to partake of it. But he warned us that his instructions were to shoot at the slightest sign of an attempt on our part to break out of the house, or the slightest uplifting of our voices, and to give point to the statement he exhibited a fully loaded revolver, which Captain Roberts at once recognised as his own personal property.
"And pray, who gave you those instructions, Adams?" demanded the skipper.
"I ain"t allowed to say," answered the man. "But I was to tell you," he continued, "that you ain"t none of yer permitted to talk to any of us men, or to ask us any questions; and if you persist in doin" so you"re to be gagged again."
"Very well," agreed the skipper artfully; "then we will not ask you anything that you feel you ought not to tell. But I suppose you will have no objection to tell me, without asking, what has been done with regard to the pa.s.sengers?"
"The gen"lemen have been lashed up, same as yourselves, and locked away, two in a cabin; while the women folk and the kids is locked up all safe in the other cabins; so there ain"t no chancet of none of "em bein" able to slip for"ard and help yer anyways. And now, don"t you ask me nothin"