Powder and Arms

TheHispaniolalaysomewayout,andwewentunderthefigureheadsandroundthesternsofmanyotherships,andtheircablessometimesgratedunderneathourkeel,andsometimesswungaboveus.Atlast,however,wegotalongside,andweremetandsalutedaswesteppedaboardbythemate,Mr.Arrow,abrownoldsailorwithearringsinhisearsandasquint.Heandthesquirewereverythickandfriendly,butIsoonobservedthatthingswerenotthesamebetweenMr.Trelawneyandthecaptain.

Thislastwasasharp-lookingmanwhoseemedangrywitheverythingonboardandwassoontotelluswhy,forwehadhardlygotdownintothecabinwhenasailorfollowedus.

“CaptainSmollett,sir,axingtospeakwithyou,”saidhe.

“Iamalwaysatthecaptain’sorders.Showhimin,”saidthesquire.

Thecaptain,whowasclosebehindhismessenger,enteredatonceandshutthedoorbehindhim.

“Well,CaptainSmollett,whathaveyoutosay?Allwell,Ihope;allshipshapeandseaworthy?”

“Well,sir,”saidthecaptain,“betterspeakplain,Ibelieve,evenattheriskofoffence.Idon’tlikethiscruise;Idon’tlikethemen;andIdon’tlikemyofficer.That’sshortandsweet.”

“Perhaps,sir,youdon’tliketheship?”inquiredthesquire,veryangry,asIcouldsee.

“Ican’tspeakastothat,sir,nothavingseenhertried,”saidthecaptain.“Sheseemsaclevercraft;moreIcan’tsay.”

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