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"
What
can
you
do
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Slip
it
,
"
was
my
answer
.
"
And
when
I
do
,
you
must
do
your
first
work
on
the
windlass
.
I
shall
have
to
run
at
once
to
the
wheel
,
and
at
the
same
time
you
must
be
hoisting
the
jib
.
"
This
manoeuvre
of
getting
under
way
I
had
studied
and
worked
out
a
score
of
times
;
and
,
with
the
jib-halyard
to
the
windlass
,
I
knew
Maud
was
capable
of
hoisting
that
most
necessary
sail
.
A
brisk
wind
was
blowing
into
the
cove
,
and
though
the
water
was
calm
,
rapid
work
was
required
to
get
us
safely
out
.
When
I
knocked
the
shackle-bolt
loose
,
the
chain
roared
out
through
the
hawse-hole
and
into
the
sea
.
I
raced
aft
,
putting
the
wheel
up
.
The
Ghost
seemed
to
start
into
life
as
she
heeled
to
the
first
fill
of
her
sails
.
The
jib
was
rising
.
As
it
filled
,
the
Ghost
's
bow
swung
off
and
I
had
to
put
the
wheel
down
a
few
spokes
and
steady
her
.
I
had
devised
an
automatic
jib-sheet
which
passed
the
jib
across
of
itself
,
so
there
was
no
need
for
Maud
to
attend
to
that
;
but
she
was
still
hoisting
the
jib
when
I
put
the
wheel
hard
down
.
It
was
a
moment
of
anxiety
,
for
the
Ghost
was
rushing
directly
upon
the
beach
,
a
stone
's
throw
distant
.
But
she
swung
obediently
on
her
heel
into
the
wind
.
There
was
a
great
fluttering
and
flapping
of
canvas
and
reef-points
,
most
welcome
to
my
ears
,
then
she
filled
away
on
the
other
tack
.
Maud
had
finished
her
task
and
come
aft
,
where
she
stood
beside
me
,
a
small
cap
perched
on
her
wind-blown
hair
,
her
cheeks
flushed
from
exertion
,
her
eyes
wide
and
bright
with
the
excitement
,
her
nostrils
quivering
to
the
rush
and
bite
of
the
fresh
salt
air
.
Her
brown
eyes
were
like
a
startled
deer
's
.
There
was
a
wild
,
keen
look
in
them
I
had
never
seen
before
,
and
her
lips
parted
and
her
breath
suspended
as
the
Ghost
,
charging
upon
the
wall
of
rock
at
the
entrance
to
the
inner
cove
,
swept
into
the
wind
and
filled
away
into
safe
water
.
My
first
mate
's
berth
on
the
sealing
grounds
stood
me
in
good
stead
,
and
I
cleared
the
inner
cove
and
laid
a
long
tack
along
the
shore
of
the
outer
cove
.
Once
again
about
,
and
the
Ghost
headed
out
to
open
sea
.
She
had
now
caught
the
bosom-breathing
of
the
ocean
,
and
was
herself
a-breath
with
the
rhythm
of
it
as
she
smoothly
mounted
and
slipped
down
each
broad-backed
wave
.
The
day
had
been
dull
and
overcast
,
but
the
sun
now
burst
through
the
clouds
,
a
welcome
omen
,
and
shone
upon
the
curving
beach
where
together
we
had
dared
the
lords
of
the
harem
and
slain
the
holluschickie
.
All
Endeavour
Island
brightened
under
the
sun
.
Even
the
grim
south-western
promontory
showed
less
grim
,
and
here
and
there
,
where
the
sea-spray
wet
its
surface
,
high
lights
flashed
and
dazzled
in
the
sun
.
"
I
shall
always
think
of
it
with
pride
,
"
I
said
to
Maud
.
