The Ghost Pirates eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 189 pages of information about The Ghost Pirates.

The Ghost Pirates eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 189 pages of information about The Ghost Pirates.

After that, I thought of the strangeness of it all.  Even at that minute, they could see us, plainly; and yet, so far as we were concerned, the whole ocean seemed empty.  It appeared to me, at that time, to be the weirdest thing that could happen to us.

And then a fresh thought came to me.  How long had we been like that?  I puzzled for a few moments.  It was now that I recollected that we had sighted several vessels on the morning of the day when the mist appeared; and since then, we had seen nothing.  This, to say the least, should have struck me as queer; for some of the other packets were homeward bound along with us, and steering the same course.  Consequently, with the weather being fine, and the wind next to nothing, they should have been in sight all the time.  This reasoning seemed to me to show, unmistakably, some connection between the coming of the mist, and our inability to see.  So that it is possible we had been in that extraordinary state of blindness for nearly three days.

In my mind, the last glimpse of that ship on the quarter, came back to me.  And, I remember, a curious thought got me, that I had looked at her from out of some other dimension.  For a while, you know, I really believed the mystery of the idea, and that it might be the actual truth, took me; instead of my realising just all that it might mean.  It seemed so exactly to express all the half-defined thoughts that had come, since seeing that other packet on the quarter.

Suddenly, behind me, there came a rustle and rattle of the sails; and, in the same instant, I heard the Skipper saying: 

“Where the devil have you got her to, Jessop?”

I whirled round to the wheel.

“I don’t know—­Sir,” I faltered.

I had forgotten even that I was at the wheel.

“Don’t know!” he shouted.  “I should damned well think you don’t.  Starboard your helm, you fool.  You’ll have us all aback!”

“i, i, Sir,” I answered, and hove the wheel over.  I did it almost mechanically; for I was still dazed, and had not yet had time to collect my senses.

During the following half-minute, I was only conscious, in a confused sort of way, that the Old Man was ranting at me.  This feeling of bewilderment passed off, and I found that I was peering blankly into the binnacle, at the compass-card; yet, until then, entirely without being aware of the fact.  Now, however, I saw that the ship was coming back on to her course.  Goodness knows how much she had been off!

With the realisation that I had let the ship get almost aback, there came a sudden memory of the alteration in the position of the other vessel.  She had appeared last on the beam, instead of on the quarter.  Now, however, as my brain began to work, I saw the cause of this apparent and, until then, inexplicable change.  It was due, of course, to our having come up, until we had brought the other packet on to the beam.

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