书城公版The Mirror of the Sea
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第4章

Quite another case, and having nothing to do with drink, was that of poor Captain B-.He used to suffer from sick headaches, in his young days, every time he was approaching a coast.Well over fifty years of age when I knew him, short, stout, dignified, perhaps a little pompous, he was a man of a singularly well-informed mind, the least sailor-like in outward aspect, but certainly one of the best seamen whom it has been my good luck to serve under.He was a Plymouth man, I think, the son of a country doctor, and both his elder boys were studying medicine.He commanded a big London ship, fairly well known in her day.I thought no end of him, and that is why I remember with a peculiar satisfaction the last words he spoke to me on board his ship after an eighteen months' voyage.It was in the dock in Dundee, where we had brought a full cargo of jute from Calcutta.We had been paid off that morning, and I had come on board to take my sea-chest away and to say good-bye.In his slightly lofty but courteous way he inquired what were my plans.Ireplied that I intended leaving for London by the afternoon train, and thought of going up for examination to get my master's certificate.I had just enough service for that.He commended me for not wasting my time, with such an evident interest in my case that I was quite surprised; then, rising from his chair, he said:

"Have you a ship in view after you have passed?"I answered that I had nothing whatever in view.

He shook hands with me, and pronounced the memorable words:

"If you happen to be in want of employment, remember that as long as I have a ship you have a ship, too."In the way of compliment there is nothing to beat this from a ship's captain to his second mate at the end of a voyage, when the work is over and the subordinate is done with.And there is a pathos in that memory, for the poor fellow never went to sea again after all.He was already ailing when we passed St.Helena; was laid up for a time when we were off the Western Islands, but got out of bed to make his Landfall.He managed to keep up on deck as far as the Downs, where, giving his orders in an exhausted voice, he anchored for a few hours to send a wire to his wife and take aboard a North Sea pilot to help him sail the ship up the east coast.He had not felt equal to the task by himself, for it is the sort of thing that keeps a deep-water man on his feet pretty well night and day.

When we arrived in Dundee, Mrs.B- was already there, waiting to take him home.We travelled up to London by the same train; but by the time I had managed to get through with my examination the ship had sailed on her next voyage without him, and, instead of joining her again, I went by request to see my old commander in his home.