Captain Butts was waiting in the round-house, leaning with elbows upon the table. A bottle of rum and a half-emptied tumbler stood on the table at his elbow, and the cabin was full of the strong, pungent odor of the liquor. A chart, blackened and dirty as with long use, lay spread out on the table. Part way across it stretched a black line which the Captain had drawn probably the supposed course of the vessel for Captain Butts sailed by dead reckoning. He looked up from under his brows as Jack entered, frowning until his partly bald forehead swelled with knotted veins, but he did not immediately say anything. Jack had come forward and stood at the end of the table. The mate, who lingered close to the door, had taken out his pipe and was filling it with tobacco. Jack did not know how pale and thin he was, how sick he looked; he was conscious only of the weakness that seemed not only to make him unsteady upon his legs, but to unnerve him of all strength of spirit. As he stood there now, facing the Captain, he felt an hysterical choking in his throat, and he swallowed and swallowed upon the hard, dry lump that seemed to be there.
Well, my hearty, said the Captain, breaking the silence at last with his hoarse, rattling voice, well, my hearty, you got your dose that time, or else Im mistook. By Blood! he continued with sudden savageness, Ill teach you to play with Benny Butts, I will, and to kick at his shins. By Blood! When youre dealing with me, youre not dealing with your poor old uncle as ye can bully and blatherskite as you please. By Blood! Ill break your back if you go trying any of your airs with me, I will. And as his anger rose with his own words, he opened his eyes wide and glared upon his victim. Jack did not dare to reply. He stood looking down, holding tight to the edge of the table and striving to balance himself to the lurching of the ship.
Your uncle told me all about you, he did, said Captain Butts, beginning again; how you threatened him with the law and tried to make mischief atwixt him and your tother folks. He told me how you stole his money away from him for to
I never stole a farthing in my life, said Jack hoarsely.
Dye give me back talk? roared the Captain, smiting his palm upon the table. By Blood! if ye answer me any of your back talk, Ill clap ye in irons as quick as look at ye. I say ye did steal money from your uncle. Again he glared at Jack as though defying him to reply, and Jack, conscious of his utter powerlessness, did not venture to answer. I say ye did steal money from your uncle, repeated the Captain, and that again and again. He might have sent ye to jail had he been so minded, and maybe he would ha done so only for the shame o the thing. Now I tell ye what youre going to do. You re going to the Americas to be put to work under a master wholl keep you out o mischief for five years. Thats what youre going to do. After youve served out your five years in the Americas under a master, why, then, maybe, youll know how to behave yourself arter you get back home again.
The brig gave a sudden heaving lurch that sent the bottle and glass sliding across the table. The Captain caught them with a quick sweep of his hand, while Jack, losing his balance, partly fell, partly sat abruptly down upon the seat beside him. He was up again almost instantly and stood once more holding by the side of the table.
Now, you listen to what I say. You behave yourself decent while youre aboard this here brig, and youll be treated decent, but you go a makin any trouble for me, and by Blood! Ill clap you in irons, I will, and Ill lay ye down in the hold, and there yell stay till we drop anchor in Yorktown. Dye hear that?
Jack nodded his head.
Well, then, if ye hear me, why dont ye answer me?
Yes, sir, said Jack.
Very well, then, you go and remember what Ive said.
Jack, so dismissed, went out of the round-house and into the wide, bright sunlight again. Nor was it until he had returned half way back across the slanting deck that anything like a full realization of his fate came upon him. Then suddenly it did seize upon him, gripping him almost like a physical pang. He stopped short and caught at the foremast stays under that sudden grip of despair, and bent leaning over the rail of the ship. Then, in an instant the sky and the ocean blurred together and were lost in the blinding flood, and hot tears went raining down his face in streams. He stood there for a long time facing the ocean and crying. No one knew what he was doing, and he was as much alone as though he stood all by himself in the midst of the empty universe, instead of aboard a brig with footsteps passing around him and the grumbling growl of mens voices as they talked together sounding in his ears.
It had seemed to Jack at that time, when he stood there crying out into the face of the sea and the sky, as though life had no hope and no joy, and as though he never could be happy again. It was not so, however, and it never is so. We grow used to every sorrow and trouble that comes to us. Even by the next day he had begun to grow accustomed to the thought of his fate. He awoke to an immediate consciousness of it, and all day it stood there, a big, looming background to the passing events of his life, while he helped the other redemptioners wash down the decks, pattering about in the wet with his bare feet in the slushing slop of water; all the while he stood leaning over the rail, dumbly joying in the consciousness of the sweep and rush of wind and water looking out astern of the vessel at the wake that spread away behind, over which hovered and dipped and skimmed the little black Mother Careys chickens. In all the things of his life it was thus present with him, but he did not again suffer a despair so poignant and so bitter as had struck him down that time he had stood there crying out toward the sky and the ocean with his back to the ships company. So it is that time so quickly wears away the sharp edges of trouble, until it grows so dull and blunted that it no longer hurts.
The crew had come somehow to know something of Jacks history. The first day he was out on deck after a spell of stormy weather into which the Arundel sailed, Tom Roberts, the carpenter, asked him if he had not an uncle as was a lord. Hes a baronet, said Jack, and Roberts said he knowed he was summat of the kind. The same day, as Jack was standing in line with the others waiting for his dinner to be served out to him, the carpenter passed close to him with a wink. You come over along o we, he said, and you shall have a taste o grog with your victuals, and Jack, after a hesitating moment, had, with a feeling of gratification and pleasure, followed him over to the forecastle scuttle, where a part of the crew sat eating in the sunshine that shone aslant under the foresail. After that he nearly always messed with the crew, and by the end of the voyage it had become a regularly established thing for him to do so.
Some of the crew had either lived in the Colonies, or had sailed from one to the other in coasting vessels, and Jack learned much about his future home from them. Roberts himself had lived for two years as ship-carpenter in Boston, in the province of Massachusetts, and one of the men, named Dred Christian Dred had lived for a while in North Carolina with Blackbeard, the famous pirate. He had been one of the pirates men, and had sailed with the renowned freebooter in his famous ship, the Queen Annes Revenge.
During the voyage Jack became better acquainted with Dred than with any one aboard the Arundel, and before they had reached Virginia the two had become very intimate. Dred was a silent, taciturn man, speaking but rarely to any one and saying what he had to say in as few words as possible. But he seemed pleased with Jacks friendship. He questioned Jack much as to his former life, and in return told a good deal about himself. He said he had left Blackbeard the year before and had surrendered upon the Kings Proclamation of Pardon. He always carried his pardon about with him rolled up in oil-skin and hung about his neck by a bit of string, and he showed it to Jack one day, unrolling the oil-skin very carefully and gingerly, and then rolling it up again with just as particular care as he had opened it. He told Jack that after he had surrendered to the Pardon, Blackbeard and others of the pirates had also surrendered. He said that Blackbeard was now living on a farm down at Bath Town, in North Carolina, and had married a fine young gell of sixteen or thereabouts. He once told Jack that he had begun his h cruising, as he called it, when he had sailed from New York in a Red Sea Trader in 95, and that ever since then he had smelled brimstone.