The Ghost Pirates eBook

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Surge!  And scatter bawls!  Chaunty Man . .  Click-a-clack, my bonny boys, while it comes in handsome!  Men . . . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Hear ’em clack!  Chaunty Man . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Click-a-clack!  Men . . . . . .  Hush!  O hear ’em pant!  Hark!  O hear ’em rant!  Chaunty Man . .  Click, a-clitter, clicker-clack.  Men . . . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Tramp and go!  Chaunty Man . .  Surge!  And keep away the slack!  Men . . . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Away the slack:  Ha-a!-o-o!  Click-a-clack Chaunty Man . .  Bustle now each jolly Jack.  Surging easy!  Surging e-a-s-y!!  Men . . . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Surging easy Chaunty Man . .  Click-a-clatter—­ Surge; and steady!  Man the stopper there!  All ready?  Men . . . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Ha-a!-o-o!  Chaunty Man . .  Click-a-clack, my bouncing boys:  Men . . . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Tramp and go!  Chaunty Man . .  Lift the pawls, and come back easy.  Men . . . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Steady-o-o-o-o!  Chaunty Man . .  Vast the chaunty!  Vast the capstan!  Drop the pawls!  Be-l-a-y!  Chorus . . . .  Ha-a!-o-o!  Unship the bars!  Ha-a!-o-o!  Tramp and go!  Ha-a!-o-o!  Shoulder bars!  Ha-a!-o-o!  And away we blow!  Ha-a!-o-o-o!  Ha-a!-o-o-o-o!  Ha-a!-o-o-o-o-o!

I

The Figure Out of the Sea

He began without any circumlocution.

I joined the Mortzestus in ’Frisco.  I heard before I signed on, that there were some funny yarns floating round about her; but I was pretty nearly on the beach, and too jolly anxious to get away, to worry about trifles.  Besides, by all accounts, she was right enough so far as grub and treatment went.  When I asked fellows to give it a name, they generally could not.  All they could tell me, was that she was unlucky, and made thundering long passages, and had no more than a fair share of dirty weather.  Also, that she had twice had the sticks blown out of her, and her cargo shifted.  Besides all these, a heap of other things that might happen to any packet, and would not be comfortable to run into.  Still, they were the ordinary things, and I was willing enough to risk them, to get home.  All the same, if I had been given the chance, I should have shipped in some other vessel as a matter of preference.

When I took my bag down, I found that they had signed on the rest of the crowd.  You see, the “home lot” cleared out when they got into ’Frisco, that is, all except one young fellow, a cockney, who had stuck by the ship in port.  He told me afterwards, when I got to know him, that he intended to draw a pay-day out of her, whether any one else did, or not.

The first night I was in her, I found that it was common talk among the other fellows, that there was something queer about the ship.  They spoke of her as if it were an accepted fact that she was haunted; yet they all treated the matter as a joke; all, that is, except the young cockney—­ Williams—­who, instead of laughing at their jests on the subject, seemed to take the whole matter seriously.

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