The Ghost Pirates
XIII
_The Shadow in the Sea_
When eight bells went, at four o'clock, and the other watch came on deckto relieve us, it had been broad daylight for some time. Before we wentbelow, the Second Mate had the three t'gallants set; and now that it waslight, we were pretty curious to have a look aloft, especially up thefore; and Tom, who had been up to overhaul the gear, was questioned alot, when he came down, as to whether there were any signs of anythingqueer up there. But he told us there was nothing unusual to be seen.
At eight o'clock, when we came on deck for the eight to twelve watch, Isaw the Sailmaker coming forrard along the deck, from the Second Mate'sold berth. He had his rule in his hand, and I knew he had been measuringthe poor beggars in there, for their burial outfit. From breakfast timeuntil near noon, he worked, shaping out three canvas wrappers from someold sailcloth. Then, with the aid of the Second Mate and one of thehands, he brought out the three dead chaps on to the after hatch, andthere sewed them up, with a few lumps of holy stone at their feet. Hewas just finishing when eight bells went, and I heard the Old Man tellthe Second Mate to call all hands aft for the burial. This was done, andone of the gangways unshipped.
We had no decent grating big enough, so they had to get off one of thehatches, and use it instead. The wind had died away during the morning,and the sea was almost a calm--the ship lifting ever so slightly to anoccasional glassy heave. The only sounds that struck on the ear were thesoft, slow rustle and occasional shiver of the sails, and the continuousand monotonous creak, creak of the spars and gear at the gentlemovements of the vessel. And it was in this solemn half-quietness thatthe Skipper read the burial service.
They had put the Dutchman first upon the hatch (I could tell him by hisstumpiness), and when at last the Old Man gave the signal, the SecondMate tilted his end, and he slid off, and down into the dark.
"Poor old Dutchie," I heard one of the men say, and I fancy we all felta bit like that.
Then they lifted Jacobs on to the hatch, and when he had gone, Jock.When Jock was lifted, a sort of sudden shiver ran through the crowd. Hehad been a favourite in a quiet way, and I know I felt, all at once,just a bit queer. I was standing by the rail, upon the after bollard,and Tammy was next to me; while Plummer stood a little behind. As theSecond Mate tilted the hatch for the last time, a little, hoarse chorusbroke from the men:
"S'long, Jock! So long, Jock!"
And then, at the sudden plunge, they rushed to the side to see the lastof him as he went downwards. Even the Second Mate was not able to resistthis universal feeling, and he, too, peered over. From where I had beenstanding, I had been able to see the body take the water, and now, for abrief couple of seconds, I saw the white of the canvas, blurred by theblue of the water, dwindle and dwindle in the extreme depth. Abruptly,as I stared, it disappeared--too abruptly, it seemed to me.
"Gone!" I heard several voices say, and then our watch began to goslowly forrard, while one or two of the other, started to replace thehatch.
Tammy pointed, and nudged me.
"See, Jessop," he said. "What is it?"
"What?" I asked.
"That queer shadow," he replied. "Look!"
And then I saw what he meant. It was something big and shadowy, thatappeared to be growing clearer. It occupied the exact place--so itseemed to me--in which Jock had disappeared.
"Look at it!" said Tammy, again. "It's getting bigger!"
He was pretty excited, and so was I.
I was peering down. The thing seemed to be rising out of the depths. Itwas taking shape. As I realised what the shape was, a queer, cold funktook me.
"See," said Tammy. "It's just like the shadow of a ship!"
And it was. The shadow of a ship rising out of the unexplored immensitybeneath our keel. Plummer, who had not yet gone forrard, caught Tammy'slast remark, and glanced over.
"What's 'e mean?" he asked.
"That!" replied Tammy, and pointed.
I jabbed my elbow into his ribs; but it was too late. Plummer had seen.Curiously enough, though, he seemed to think nothing of it.
"That ain't nothin', 'cept ther shadder er ther ship," he said.
Tammy, after my hint, let it go at that. But when Plummer had goneforrard with the others, I told him not to go telling everything roundthe decks, like that.
"We've got to be thundering careful!" I remarked. "You know what the OldMan said, last watch!"
"Yes," said Tammy. "I wasn't thinking; I'll be careful next time."
A little way from me the Second Mate was still staring down into thewater. I turned, and spoke to him.
"What do you make it out to be, Sir?" I asked.
"God knows!" he said, with a quick glance round to see whether any ofthe men were about.
He got down from the rail, and turned to go up on to the poop. At thetop of the ladder, he leant over the break.
"You may as well ship that gangway, you two," he told us. "And mind,Jessop, keep your mouth shut about this."
"i, i, Sir," I answered.
"And you too, youngster!" he added and went aft along the poop.
Tammy and I were busy with the gangway when the Second came back. He hadbrought the Skipper.
"Right under the gangway, Sir" I heard the Second say, and he pointeddown into the water.
For a little while, the Old Man stared. Then I heard him speak.
"I don't see anything," he said.
At that, the Second Mate bent more forward and peered down. So did I;but the thing, whatever it was, had gone completely.
"It's gone, Sir," said the Second. "It was there right enough when Icame for you."
About a minute later, having finished shipping the gangway, I was goingforrard, when the Second's voice called me back
"Tell the Captain what it was you saw just now," he said, in a lowvoice.
"I can't say exactly, Sir," I replied. "But it seemed to me like theshadow of a ship, rising up through the water."
"There, Sir," remarked the Second Mate to the Old Man. "Just what I toldyou."
The Skipper stared at me.
"You're quite sure?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I answered. "Tammy saw it, too."
I waited a minute. Then they turned to go aft. The Second was sayingsomething.
"Can I go, Sir?" I asked.
"Yes, that will do, Jessop," he said, over his shoulder. But the Old Mancame back to the break, and spoke to me.
"Remember, not a word of this forrard!" he said.
"No Sir," I replied, and he went back to the Second Mate; while I walkedforrard to the fo'cas'le to get something to eat.
"Your whack's in the kettle, Jessop," said Tom, as I stepped in over thewashboard. "An' I got your lime-juice in a pannikin."
"Thanks," I said, and sat down.
As I stowed away my grub, I took no notice of the chatter of the others.I was too stuffed with my own thoughts. That shadow of a vessel rising,you know, out of the profound deeps, had impressed me tremendously. Ithad not been imagination. Three of us had seen it--really four; forPlummer distinctly saw it; though he failed to recognise it as anythingextraordinary.
As you can understand, I thought a lot about this shadow of a vessel.But, I am sure, for a time, my ideas must just have gone in aneverlasting, blind circle. And then I got another thought; for I gotthinking of the figures I had seen aloft in the early morning; and Ibegan to imagine fresh things. You see, that first thing that had comeup over the side, had come _out of the sea_. And it had gone back. Andnow there was this shadow vessel-thing--ghost-ship I called it. It was adamned good name, too. And the dark, noiseless men ... I thought a loton these lines. Unconsciously, I put a question to myself, aloud:
"Were they the crew?"
"Eh?" said Jaskett, who was on the next chest.
I took hold of myself, as it were, and glanced at him, in an apparentlycareless manner.
"Did I speak?" I asked.
"Yes, mate," he replied, eyeing me, curiously. "Yer said sumthin'
abouta crew."
"I must have been dreaming," I said; and rose up to put away my plate.