The Strange Adventures of Eric Blackburn Part 2

"Ay, you're right there, my lad, I shan't, and that's a fact," returned Enderby. "The trouble is that I don't know where to make a start-- whether to begin with what happened the night afore last, or whether 'twould be best to go back to our sailin' from London."

"Perhaps the last will be the better plan," I suggested. "If you start at the very beginning I shall stand a better chance of understanding the whole affair."

"Ay, ay; yes, of course you will," agreed the boatswain. "Well, it's like this here," he began. "We left London last September--you'll find the exact date in the log-book--with a full cargo for Cape Town, our complement bein' thirteen, all told. Thirteen's an unlucky number, mister; and as soon as I reckernised that our ship's company totted up to that I _knowed_ we should have trouble, in some shape or form. But we arrived at Cape Town all right; discharged our cargo; took in ballast; filled up our water tanks, and got away to sea again all right; and it wasn't until the night afore last that the trouble comed along.

Our skipper's name was Stenson, and the mate called hisself John Barber, but I 'low it was, as likely as not, a purser's name, for I never liked the man, and no more didn't any of us, for though he was a good enough seaman he had a very nasty temper and was everlastin'ly naggin' the men.

"It appeared that he and the skipper was old friends--or anyway they knowed one another pretty well, havin' been schoolfellers together; and the story goes that some while ago this man, Barber, bein' at the time on his beam-ends, runned foul of the skipper and begged help from him, spinnin' a yarn about a lot of treasure that he'd found on an island somewhere away to the east'ard, and offerin' to go shares if he'd help Barber to get hold of the stuff. I dunno whether the yarn's true or no, but the skipper believed it, for the upshot of it was that Cap'n Stenson--who, I might say, was the owner of the _Yorkshire La.s.s_-- hustled around and got a general cargo for Cape Town, after dischargin'

which we took in ballast and sailed in search of this here treasure.

Well, everything worked all right until the night afore last, when Barber, who was takin' the middle watch, went below and, for some reason or another, brought the skipper up on deck. Svorenssen, who was at the wheel, says that the pair of 'em walked fore and aft in the waist for a goodish bit, talkin' together; and then suddenly they got to high words; then, all in a minute, they started fightin' or strugglin' together, and before Svorenssen could sing out or do anything they was at the rail, and the pair of 'em went overboard, locked in one another's arms."

"Went overboard!" I reiterated. "Good Heavens! what an extraordinary thing! And was no effort made to save them?"

"Svorenssen sung out, of course," replied the boatswain, "but he couldn't leave the wheel, for 'twas pipin' up a freshish breeze on our port quarter, and we was doin' about seven, or seven and a half knots, with topmast and lower stunsails set to port, and of course we had to take 'em in, clew up the royal and to'ga'ntsail, and haul down the gaff- tops'l before we could round to; and that took us so long that at last, when we'd brought the hooker to the wind, hove her to, and had got the jolly-boat over the side, we knowed that it'd be no earthly use to look for either of 'em. All the same, I took the boat, with three hands, and we pulled back over the course we'd come; as near as we could guess at it; but although we pulled about until daylight. We never got a sight of either of 'em."

"What a truly extraordinary story!" I repeated. "And, pray, who is now in command of the ship?"

"Well, I s'pose I am, as much as anybody--though there haven't been much 'commandin'' since the skipper was lost," answered Enderby. "But I'm the oldest and most experienced man aboard, and the others have been sort of lookin' to me to advise 'em what to do; and since there's ne'er a one of us as knows anything about navigation I advised that we should heave-to, hoist a signal of distress, and then wait until something comed along that would supply us with a navigator. But now that you've comed along we needn't waste any more of this fine fair wind, because I s'pose you won't have no objection to do our navigatin' for us, eh?"

"That depends entirely upon where you are bound for," I replied. "Of course I shall be very pleased to navigate the ship to the nearest port on your way, but I cannot promise to do more than that. And you have not yet told me where you are bound. Did I not understand that it is to some island?"

"Ay, yes, that's right," answered the boatswain, "but,"--here he raised his voice to a shout--"Billy, come here, my lad, and tell the gen'leman what you knows about this here v'yage."

Whereupon, to my astonishment, a very intelligent-looking boy, of apparently about eleven or twelve years of age, emerged from the pantry, where it appeared he had been helping the steward, and stood before us, alert and evidently prepared to answer questions. He was only a little chap, fair-haired and blue-eyed, and his eyelids were red, as though he had recently been crying; but there were honesty, straightforwardness, and fearlessness in the way in which he looked me straight in the eye, and an evident eagerness in his manner that greatly pleased me.

"This," said Enderby, by way of introduction, "is Billy Stenson, the skipper's son. He haven't no mother, pore little chap, so he've been comin' to sea with his father the last two or three years, haven't you, Billy?"

"Yes, that's quite right, bosun," answered the boy.

"Well, now, this gentleman, Mr--er--dashed if I can remember your name, mister!" proceeded Enderby.

"Blackburn," I prompted.

"Thank 'e, sir. Blackburn. Well, Billy," continued the boatswain, "this here Mr Blackburn is a first-cla.s.s navigator, havin' been an orficer aboard a liner, and he'll be able to take us to Barber's treasure island, if anybody can. But, of course, he'll have to know whereabouts it is afore he can navigate the ship to it; and now that your pore father's--um--no longer aboard, I reckon that you're the only one who can say what's the lat.i.tood and longitood of it."

"But that's just what I _can't_ do, bosun," answered Billy. "I know what the lat.i.tude of it is, but the longitude's another matter. Mr Barber didn't know it; Father didn't know it; and _I_ don't know it."

"What!" I exclaimed. "Do you mean to tell me that your father actually started out with the deliberate intention of looking for an island the lat.i.tude only of which he knew?"

"Yes, sir," answered the boy, "that's right. Let me tell you how it all happened. I know, because Father told me the story lots of times; and besides, I've heard him and Mr Barber talking about it so often that I'm not likely to forget a word of it. This is how it was:--

"Before Mr Barber met Father, this last time, he was mate of a Dutch ship trading out of Batavia, collecting sandalwood and sh.e.l.l. They called at a place named--named--Waing-- Do you mind, sir, if I get the chart and show you the place on it? Somehow, I never can exactly remember the names of these places, but I can point 'em out on the chart, because I've listened and watched while Father and Mr Barber talked it over together."

"Yes," I said, "by all means get the chart, my boy. I shall be able to understand your story ever so much better with that before me."

Whereupon the lad entered a state-room at the fore end of the main cabin, and presently returned with a chart of the Malay Archipelago, which he spread open on the table.

"There," he said, pointing with his finger, "that's the place they called at--Waingapu, in Sumba Island; and this pencil-mark Mr Barber drew to show the track of the ship and the boat afterwards--as nearly as he could remember. After leaving Waingapu the ship sailed along this line,"--pointing with his finger--"through Maurissa Strait, up to here.

And here Mr Barber and the Dutch captain had a terrible quarrel and a fight--I don't know what about, because Mr Barber didn't say, but it ended in Mr Barber being turned adrift by himself in a boat, with a small stock of provisions and one breaker of fresh water. The boat was an old one, very leaky, and she had no sail, so Mr Barber could do nothing but just let her drift, hoping every day that something would come along and pick him up. But nothing came, and five days later he found that his water was all gone, the breaker havin' been leaky. The next thing that happened was that Mr Barker got light-headed with thirst; and it used to make me feel awfully uncomfortable to hear him tell about the things he thought he saw while he was that way. At last he got so thirsty that he couldn't stand it any longer, and, bein' mad, he filled the baler with water from over the side, and drank it. And then he found that the water was _fresh_, and he drank some more, and his senses came back to him, and, lookin' round, he saw that there was land on both sides of the boat and that she was in a sort of wide river.

But, although the land was so plain in sight, Mr Barber was so weak that he couldn't do anything; for while he was light-headed he'd hove all his grub overboard and was now starving. So he just had to let the boat drift with the wind; and after a bit she drove ash.o.r.e. But even then Mr Barber couldn't do anything but just climb out of the boat and fling himself down upon the sand, where he slept until next morning.

"When he woke up he felt a bit better, but awfully hungry, so he got up and, seeing a few trees not far off, he managed to crawl over to 'em, and was lucky enough to find some fruit on 'em. He said he didn't know what the fruit was, and didn't care, he was so awfully hungry that he'd have eaten it, even if he'd known it was poison. But it wasn't; it was quite good; and after he had eaten he felt so much stronger that he went back to the beach and moored his boat to a big boulder, so that she wouldn't drift away.

"Now that Mr Barber had found food and water he set about taking care of himself, so that he might get strong again and be able to get away from where he was--because, of course, he didn't want to spend the rest of his days there. But he wanted to find out as much as he could about the place; so as soon as he was strong enough he began to wander about a bit, explorin', and in particular he wanted to have a look at something that he thought might be a house all overgrown with creepers. And when at last he was able to get to it he found that it was a very ancient _ship_, that he thought must have drove ash.o.r.e during the height of a very heavy gale of wind, when the level of the sea surface was raised several feet above ordinary, deeply flooding the low ground where he found her.

"Of course Mr Barber climbed aboard and had a good look round, thinking that he'd perhaps be able to take up his quarters aboard her until he could get away from the place; but he found her timbers and deck planking all so rotten that it wasn't safe to move about aboard her.

All the same, he gave her a good overhaul; and down in the run he found a little room, and in it eight big chests all bound round with thick, steel bands. With a lot of trouble he broke 'em open, and five of 'em he found packed full of gold and silver things--coins, candlesticks, images and things that he believed had been stolen out of churches, with chains and rings and bracelets and things of that sort. And the other three chests had in 'em all sorts of gems--diamonds, rubies, emeralds-- and oh, I forget the names of all the things he said he found in them; but I remember he said that they looked as though they'd been broken out of articles of jewellery. Two of the chests were full, chock-a-block, and the other was about three-parts full; and he said that, altogether, the treasure must be worth millions!

"So as soon as Mr Barber felt well and strong enough to get away from the place, he caulked the seams of his boat, and his water breaker, with a kind of cotton that he found growing wild, made a mat sail for his boat out of gra.s.s, laid in a stock of fruit and water, and, taking a handful of the gems along with him, went out to sea again. But before leaving the place he got the meridian alt.i.tude of the sun, by setting a stick upright in the ground and measuring the length of its shadow very carefully several days running; and in this way he afterwards found that the lat.i.tude of the wreck was about 3 degrees 50 minutes South. Then, when he was satisfied that he'd got the position near enough to be able to find it again, he set his sail and went out to sea.

"But he was unlucky again, for on that very night a gale sprang up, his sail was blown away, and he had all his work cut out to keep the boat from being swamped. Then he fell ill again and went crazy once more, coming to himself again aboard a Chinese junk bound for Singapore. Of course the first thing he did was to search for his little packet of gems; but they were gone; and, although he strongly suspected the Chinese of having stolen them, they swore that they had seen nothing of them. At Singapore Mr Barber applied for help as a distressed sailor, and, after waiting a bit, he was sent home in a ship bound for London.

Four days after he landed in London he met Father, who helped him by giving him money and inviting him to take up his quarters, for a bit, aboard the _Yorkshire La.s.s_. Then he told Father all about the treasure, and they kept on talkin' about it every evenin', when the day's work was done, until at last Father agreed to help Mr Barber to search for the treasure, he and Mr Barber to go halves in everything they found, and Mr Barber to come with us as mate. And--and--I think, sir, that's all."

"And quite enough, too," I said. "Why, it is the most amazing story to which I have ever listened. And do you really mean to say that your father actually allowed himself to be persuaded into engaging in such a wild-goose chase as that of hunting for a spot of which the lat.i.tude only is known--and that merely approximately, I should imagine."

"Yes, indeed, sir, it is a fact," answered Billy. "I know, because Father and Mr Barber drew up an agreement and signed it, Father keeping one copy, and Mr Barber the other. Father's copy is in his desk now, if you'd care to see it."

"Later on, perhaps," I said. "There are other and more pressing matters requiring attention just now. This--er--unfortunate affair of the night before last has, I suppose, upset all plans, and clapped an effectual stopper on the treasure-hunting scheme, eh?" I asked, turning to the boatswain.

"Oh no, sir, it haven't," answered Enderby. "It looked a bit like it, first off, I'll allow; 'cause, you see, the loss of the Old Man and the mate left us without a navigator, and none of us knew which way to head the ship. But me and Chips, bein' the only two officers left, had a confab together, and then we mustered the rest of the hands and put it to 'em whether they'd all agree to what we two proposed. And what we proposed was this: Barber had evidently persuaded Cap'n Stenson that there wasn't no mistake about the treasure actually existin', and that it might be found, with a bit of tryin', otherwise the ship wouldn't be where she is now.

"Then there was the agreement between the two, by which the treasure-- when found--was to be equally divided between 'em. Both of 'em havin'

gone over the side, that agreement couldn't be carried out; but there was Billy, here; and there was us, the crew of the ship; and what me and Chips proposed was, first of all, to get hold of a navigator who'd agree to join in with us, and then go and try to find the treasure; the arrangement bein' that Billy, as his father's son, should have half of it, and we--the crew and the navigator--should divide the other half equally between us.

"There was a lot of palaver over it, naturally--you know, sir, what sailor-men are--but at last everybody agreed; and then, since we didn't know where to head for, we hove-to, waitin' for something to come along whereby we could get hold of a navigator. Then, at last, along comes you, and you havin' turned up, I s'pose there's no reason why we shouldn't haul down our ensign, swing the head yards, and fill away to complete the v'yage?"

"No," I said; "no reason at all why you should not do those things. I advise you to fill on the ship at once, and steer as you were heading when you had the misfortune to lose your skipper and mate. Do you know what that course was?"

"Oh yes," answered Enderby; "the course was north-east, a quarter east."

"Very good," said I. "Let that be the course until I shall have had an opportunity to take a set of sights to determine the ship's position. I suppose Captain Stenson had a s.e.xtant, chronometer, and all necessary navigation tables aboard?"

"Yes, sir," said Billy. "They're all in his state-room. If you'll come with me I'll show them to you."

"Thanks," I said. "What I am chiefly interested in, just now, is the chronometer. Do you happen to know when it was last wound, Billy?"

"Yes, sir," answered the boy; "last Sunday morning. Father used always to wind it every Sunday morning directly after breakfast."

"Good!" I remarked. "Then everything will be quite all right. And now, bosun, what about berthing me? Where can you stow me?"

"No difficulty at all about that, sir," answered Enderby. "The Old Man's state-room is the place for you, because his instruments and charts and books are all in there; and, as of course you'll want the place to yourself, Billy can shift over into the mate's state-room, which is also vacant."

"An excellent suggestion," I remarked.

"All right," agreed Enderby; "then we'll call that settled. Steward!"

And when that functionary appeared the boatswain continued:

"Joe, this is Mr Blackburn, our new skipper. You'll take your orders from him in future; and--Joe, see that things are straightened up in those two state-rooms, the beds made, and so on."

The steward very cheerfully a.s.sented, and Enderby and the carpenter then rose to go on deck, quickly followed by myself. The two men went for'ard and joined the little crowd a.s.sembled on the forecastle, to whom, as I of course surmised, they forthwith proceeded to relate what had pa.s.sed in the cabin. Whatever it may have been, it seemed to afford the hearers satisfaction, for they smiled and nodded approval from time to time, as the story was being told; and when at length it was ended they all came aft and, while one hand hauled down the ensign and stowed it away, another stationed himself at the wheel, and the remainder tailed on to the braces, swung the headyards, boarded the foretack, and trimmed the jib and staysail sheets, getting way upon the ship and bringing her to her former course; after which, without waiting for any order from me, they set the port topgallant, topmast, and lower studding-sails. This done, the boatswain and carpenter came aft to where I stood and inquired whether what had been done met with my approval; to which I replied in the affirmative.