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I
was
much
surprised
by
this
explanation
,
and
a
good
deal
relieved
to
find
that
the
vessel
,
after
all
,
was
not
a
pirate
;
but
instead
of
replying
,
I
said
,
"
If
it
be
as
you
state
,
then
why
did
you
take
me
from
my
island
,
and
why
do
you
not
now
take
me
back
?
"
The
captain
smiled
as
he
replied
,
"
I
took
you
off
in
anger
,
boy
,
and
I
'm
sorry
for
it
.
I
would
even
now
take
you
back
,
but
we
are
too
far
away
from
it
.
See
,
there
it
is
,
"
he
added
,
laying
his
finger
on
the
chart
;
"
and
we
are
now
here
--
fifty
miles
,
at
least
.
It
would
not
be
fair
to
my
men
to
put
about
now
,
for
they
have
all
an
interest
in
the
trade
.
"
I
could
make
no
reply
to
this
;
so
,
after
a
little
more
conversation
,
I
agreed
to
become
one
of
the
crew
--
at
least
,
until
we
could
reach
some
civilised
island
where
I
might
be
put
ashore
The
captain
assented
to
this
proposition
;
and
after
thanking
him
for
the
promise
,
I
left
the
cabin
and
went
on
deck
with
feelings
that
ought
to
have
been
lighter
,
but
which
were
,
I
could
not
tell
why
,
marvellously
heavy
and
uncomfortable
still
.
Three
weeks
after
the
conversation
narrated
in
the
last
chapter
I
was
standing
on
the
quarter-deck
of
the
schooner
,
watching
the
gambols
of
a
shoal
of
porpoises
that
swam
round
us
.
It
was
a
dead
calm
--
one
of
those
still
,
hot
,
sweltering
days
so
common
in
the
Pacific
,
when
nature
seems
to
have
gone
to
sleep
,
and
the
only
thing
in
water
or
in
air
that
proves
her
still
alive
is
her
long
,
deep
breathing
in
the
swell
of
the
mighty
sea
.
No
cloud
floated
in
the
deep
blue
above
,
no
ripple
broke
the
reflected
blue
below
.
The
sun
shone
fiercely
in
the
sky
,
and
a
ball
of
fire
blazed
with
almost
equal
power
from
out
the
bosom
of
the
water
.
So
intensely
still
was
it
,
and
so
perfectly
transparent
was
the
surface
of
the
deep
,
that
had
it
not
been
for
the
long
swell
already
alluded
to
,
we
might
have
believed
the
surrounding
universe
to
be
a
huge
,
blue
,
liquid
ball
,
and
our
little
ship
the
one
solitary
material
speck
in
all
creation
floating
in
the
midst
of
it
.
No
sound
broke
on
our
ears
save
the
soft
puff
now
and
then
of
a
porpoise
,
the
slow
creak
of
the
masts
as
we
swayed
gently
on
the
swell
,
the
patter
of
the
reef-points
,
and
the
occasional
flap
of
the
hanging
sails
.
An
awning
covered
the
fore
and
after
parts
of
the
schooner
,
under
which
the
men
composing
the
watch
on
deck
lolled
in
sleepy
indolence
,
overcome
with
excessive
heat
.
Bloody
Bill
,
as
the
men
invariably
called
him
,
was
standing
at
the
tiller
;
but
his
post
for
the
present
was
a
sinecure
,
and
he
whiled
away
the
time
by
alternately
gazing
in
dreamy
abstraction
at
the
compass
in
the
binnacle
and
by
walking
to
the
taffrail
in
order
to
spit
into
the
sea
.
In
one
of
these
turns
he
came
near
to
where
I
was
standing
,
and
leaning
over
the
side
,
looked
long
and
earnestly
down
into
the
blue
wave
.
This
man
,
although
he
was
always
taciturn
and
often
surly
,
was
the
only
human
being
on
board
with
whom
I
had
the
slightest
desire
to
become
better
acquainted
.
The
other
men
,
seeing
that
I
did
not
relish
their
company
,
and
knowing
that
I
was
a
protege
of
the
captain
,
treated
me
with
total
indifference
.
Bloody
Bill
,
it
is
true
,
did
the
same
;
but
as
this
was
his
conduct
to
every
one
else
,
it
was
not
peculiar
in
reference
to
me
.
Once
or
twice
I
tried
to
draw
him
into
conversation
,
but
he
always
turned
away
after
a
few
cold
monosyllables
.
As
he
now
leaned
over
the
taffrail
,
close
beside
me
,
I
said
to
him
:
"
Bill
,
why
is
it
that
you
are
so
gloomy
?
Why
do
you
never
speak
to
any
one
?
"
Bill
smiled
slightly
as
he
replied
,
"
Why
,
I
s
'
pose
it
's
because
I
hai
n't
got
nothin
'
to
say
!
"
