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Chapter 13
Wehadoneofthewoundedmentoldofftokeepawatchupontheseasandcryuswarning.Well,wehadtheboataboutreadytobelaunched,whenthismansangoutprettyshrill:“ForGod’ssake,holdon!”Weknewbyhistonethatitwassomethingmorethanordinary;andsureenough,therefollowedaseasohugethatitliftedthebrigrightupandcantedheroveronherbeam.Whetherthecrycametoolate,ormyholdwastooweak,Iknownot;butatthesuddentiltingoftheshipIwascastcleanoverthebulwarksintothesea.
Iwentdown,anddrankmyfill,andthencameup,andgotablinkofthemoon,andthendownagain.Theysayamansinksathirdtimeforgood.Icannotbemadelikeotherfolk,then;forIwouldnotliketowritehowoftenIwentdown,orhowoftenIcameupagain.Allthewhile,Iwasbeinghurledalong,andbeatenuponandchoked,andthenswallowedwhole;andthethingwassodistractingtomywits,thatIwasneithersorrynorafraid.
Presently,IfoundIwasholdingtoaspar,whichhelpedmesomewhat.AndthenallofasuddenIwasinquietwater,andbegantocometomyself.
ItwasthespareyardIhadgotholdof,andIwasamazedtoseehowfarIhadtravelledfromthebrig.Ihailedher,indeed;butitwasplainshewasalreadyoutofcry.Shewasstillholdingtogether;butwhetherornottheyhadyetlaunchedtheboat,Iwastoofaroffandtoolowdowntosee.
