Vampires 3

by J. R. Rain

  "Because I wanted fresh air. I'm in a delicate state of health, you see; it doesn't do to stay in a confined place too long."

  "Confound the binnacle!" said the captain; it was his usual oath when anything bothered him, and he could not make it out. "Confound the binnacle!—what a delicate-looking animal you are. I wish you had stayed where you were; your delicacy would have been all the same to me. Delicate, indeed!"

  "Yes, very," said the stranger, coolly.

  There was something so comic in the assertion of his delicateness of health, that we should all have laughed; but we were somewhat scared, and had not the inclination.

  "How have you lived since you came on board?" inquired the captain.

  "Very indifferently."

  "But how? What have you eaten? and what have you drank?"

  "Nothing, I assure you. All I did while was below was—"

  "What?"

  "Why, I sucked my thumbs like a polar bear in its winter quarters."

  And as he spoke the stranger put his two thumbs into his mouth, and extraordinary thumbs they were, too, for each would have filled an ordinary man's mouth.

  "These," said the stranger, pulling them out, and gazing at them wistfully, and with a deep sigh he continued,—

  "These were thumbs at one time; but they are nothing now to what they were."

  "Confound the binnacle!" muttered the captain to himself, and then he added, aloud,—

  "It's cheap living, however; but where are you going to, and why did you come aboard?"

  "I wanted a cheap cruise, and I am going there and back."

  "Why, that's where we are going," said the captain.

  "Then we are brothers," exclaimed the stranger, hopping off the water-cask like a kangaroo, and bounding towards the captain, holding out his hand as though he would have shaken hands with him.

  "No, no," said the captain; "I can't do it."

  "Can't do it!" exclaimed the stranger, angrily. "What do you mean?"

  "That I can't have anything to do with contraband articles; I am a fair trader, and do all above board. I haven't a chaplain on board, or he should offer up prayers for your preservation, and the recovery of your health, which seems so delicate."

  "That be—"

  The stranger didn't finish the sentence; he merely screwed his mouth up into an incomprehensible shape, and puffed out a lot of breath, with some force, and which sounded very much like a whistle: but, oh, what thick breath he had, it was as much like smoke as anything I ever saw, and so my shipmate said.

  "I say, captain," said the stranger, as he saw him pacing the deck.

  "Well."

  "Just send me up some beef and biscuit, and some coffee royal—be sure it's royal, do you hear, because I'm partial to brandy, it's the only good thing there is on earth."

  I shall not easily forget the captain's look as he turned towards the stranger, and gave his huge shoulders a shrug, as much as to say,—

  "Well, I can't help it now; he's here, and I can't throw him overboard."

  The coffee, beef, and biscuit were sent him, and the stranger seemed to eat them with great gout, and drank the coffee with much relish, and returned the things, saying,

  "Your captain is an excellent cook; give him my compliments."

  I thought the captain would think that was but a left-handed compliment, and look more angry than pleased, but no notice was taken of it.

  It was strange, but this man had impressed upon all in the vessel some singular notion of his being more than he should be—more than a mere mortal, and not one endeavoured to interfere with him; the captain was a stout and dare-devil a fellow as you would well met with, yet he seemed tacitly to acknowledge more than he would say, for he never after took any further notice of the stranger nor he of him.

  They had barely any conversation, simply a civil word when they first met, and so forth; but there was little or no conversation of any kind between them.

  The stranger slept upon deck, and lived upon deck entirely; he never once went below after we saw him, and his own account of being below so long.

  This was very well, but the night-watch did not enjoy his society, and would have willingly dispensed with it at that hour so particularly lonely and dejected upon the broad ocean, and perhaps a thousand miles away from the nearest point of land.

  At this dread and lonely hour, when no sound reaches the ear and disturbs the wrapt stillness of the night, save the whistling of the wind through the cordage, or an occasional dash of water against the vessel's side, the thoughts of the sailor are fixed on far distant objects—his own native land and the friends and loved ones he has left behind him.

  He then thinks of the wilderness before, behind, and around him; of the immense body of water, almost in places bottomless; gazing upon such a scene, and with thoughts as strange and indefinite as the very boundless expanse before him, it is no wonder if he should become superstitious; the time and place would, indeed unbidden, conjure up thoughts and feelings of a fearful character and intensity.

  The stranger at such times would occupy his favourite seat on the water cask, and looking up at the sky and then on the ocean, and between whiles he would whistle a strange, wild, unknown melody.

  The flesh of the sailors used to creep up in knots and bumps when they heard it; the wind used to whistle as an accompaniment and pronounce fearful sounds to their ears.

  The wind had been highly favourable from the first, and since the stranger had been discovered it had blown fresh, and we went along at a rapid rate, stemming the water, and dashing the spray off from the bows, and cutting the water like a shark.

  This was very singular to us, we couldn't understand it, neither could the captain, and we looked very suspiciously at the stranger, and wished him at the bottom, for the freshness of the wind now became a gale, and yet the ship came through the water steadily, and away we went before the wind, as if the devil drove us; and mind I don't mean to say he didn't.

  The gale increased to a hurricane, and though we had not a stitch of canvass out, yet we drove before the gale as if we had been shot out of the mouth of a gun.

  The stranger still sat on the water casks, and all night long he kept up his infernal whistle. Now, sailors don't like to hear any one whistle when there's such a gale blowing over their heads—it's like asking for more; but he would persist, and the louder and stronger the wind blew, the louder he whistled.

  At length there came a storm of rain, lightning, and wind. We were tossed mountains high, and the foam rose over the vessel, and often entirely over our heads, and the men were lashed to their posts to prevent being washed away.

  But the stranger still lay on the water casks, kicking his heels and whistling his infernal tune, always the same. He wasn't washed away nor moved by the action of the water; indeed, we heartily hoped and expected to see both him and the water cask floated overboard at every minute; but, as the captain said,—

  "Confound the binnacle! the old water tub seems as if it were screwed on to the deck, and won't move off and he on the top of it."

  There was a strong inclination to throw him overboard, and the men conversed in low whispers, and came round the captain, saying,—

  "We have come, captain, to ask you what you think of this strange man who has come so mysteriously on board?"

  "I can't tell what to think, lads; he's past thinking about—he's something above my comprehension altogether, I promise you."

  "Well, then, we are thinking much of the same thing, captain."

  "What do you mean?"

  "That he ain't exactly one of our sort."

  "No, he's no sailor, certainly; and yet, for a land lubber, he's about as rum a customer as ever I met with."

  "So he is, sir."

  "He stands salt water well; and I must say that I couldn't lay a top of those water casks in that style very well."

  "Nor nobody amongst us, sir."

  "Well, then, he's in nobody's way, it he?—nobody wants to take hi
s berth, I suppose?"

  The men looked at each other somewhat blank; they didn't understand the meaning at all—far from it; and the idea of any one's wanting to take the stranger's place on the water casks was so outrageously ludicrous, that at any other time they would have considered it a devilish good joke and have never ceased laughing at it.

  He paused some minutes, and then one of them said,—

  "It isn't that we envy him his berth, captain, 'cause nobody else could live there for a moment. Any one amongst us that had been there would have been washed overboard a thousand times over."

  "So they would," said the captain.

  "Well, sir, he's more than us."

  "Very likely; but how can I help that?"

  "We think he's the main cause of all this racket in the heavens—the storm and hurricane; and that, in short, if he remains much longer we shall all sink."

  "I am sorry for it. I don't think we are in any danger, and had the strange being any power to prevent it, he would assuredly do so, lest he got drowned."

  "But we think if he were thrown overboard all would be well."

  "Indeed!"

  "Yes, captain, you may depend upon it he's the cause of all the mischief. Throw him overboard and that's all we want."

  "I shall not throw him overboard, even if I could do such a thing; and I am by no means sure of anything of the kind."

  "We do not ask it, sir."

  "What do you desire?"

  "Leave to throw him overboard—it is to save our own lives."

  "I can't let you do any such thing; he's in nobody's way."

  "But he's always a whistling. Only hark now, and in such a hurricane as this, it is dreadful to think of it. What else can we do, sir?—he's not human."

  At this moment, the stranger's whistling came clear upon their ears; there was the same wild, unearthly notes as before, but the cadences were stronger, and there was a supernatural clearness in all the tones.

  "There now," said another, "he's kicking the water cask with his heels."

  "Confound the binnacle!" said the captain; "it sounds like short peals of thunder. Go and talk to him, lads."

  "And if that won't do, sir, may we—"

  "Don't ask me any questions. I don't think a score of the best men that were ever born could move him."

  "I don't mind trying," said one.

  Upon this the whole of the men moved to the spot where the water casks were standing and the stranger lay.

  There was he, whistling like fury, and, at the same time, beating his heels to the tune against the empty casks. We came up to him, and he took no notice of us at all, but kept on in the same way.

  "Hilloa!" shouted one.

  "Hilloa!" shouted another.

  No notice, however, was taken of us, and one of our number, a big, herculean fellow, an Irishman, seized him by the leg, either to make him get up, or, as we thought, to give him a lift over our heads into the sea.

  However, he had scarcely got his fingers round the calf of the leg, when the stranger pinched his leg so tight against the water cask, that he could not move, and was as effectually pinned as if he had been nailed there. The stranger, after he had finished a bar of the music, rose gradually to a sitting posture, and without the aid of his hands, and looking the unlucky fellow in the face, he said,—

  "Well, what do you want?"

  "My hand," said the fellow.

  "Take it then," he said.

  He did take it, and we saw that there was blood on it.

  The stranger stretched out his left hand, and taking him by the breech, he lifted him, without any effort, upon the water-cask beside him.

  We all stared at this, and couldn't help it; and we were quite convinced we could not throw him overboard, but he would probably have no difficulty in throwing us overboard.

  "Well, what do you want?" he again exclaimed to us all.

  We looked at one another, and had scarce courage to speak; at length I said,—

  "We wish you to leave off whistling."

  "Leave off whistling!" he said. "And why should I do anything of the kind?"

  "Because it brings the wind."

  "Ha! ha! why, that's the very reason I am whistling, to bring the wind."

  "But we don't want so much."

  "Pho! pho! you don't know what's good for you—it's a beautiful breeze, and not a bit too stiff."

  "It's a hurricane."

  "Nonsense."

  "But it is."

  "Now you see how I'll prove you are wrong in a minute. You see my hair, don't you?" he said, after he took off his cap. "Very well, look now."

  He got up on the water-cask, and stood bolt upright; and running his fingers through his hair, made it all stand straight on end.

  "Confound the binnacle!" said the captain, "if ever I saw the like."

  "There," said the stranger, triumphantly, "don't tell me there's any wind to signify; don't you see, it doesn't even move one of my grey hairs; and if it blew as hard as you say, I am certain it would move a hair."

  "Confound the binnacle!" muttered the captain as he walked away. "D—n the cabouse, if he ain't older than I am—he's too many for me and everybody else."

  "Are you satisfied?"

  What could we say?—we turned away and left the place, and stood at our quarters—there was no help for it—we were impelled to grin and abide by it.

  As soon as we had left the place he put his cap on again and sat down on the water-casks, and then took leave of his prisoner, whom he set free, and there lay at full length on his back, with his legs hanging down. Once more he began to whistle most furiously, and beat time with his feet.

  For full three weeks did he continue at this game night and day, without any interruption, save such as he required to consume enough coffee royal, junk, and biscuit, as would have served three hearty men.

  Well, about that time, one night the whistling ceased and he began to sing—oh! it was singing—such a voice! Gog and Magog in Guildhall, London, when they spoke were nothing to him—it was awful; but the wind calmed down to a fresh and stiff breeze. He continued at this game for three whole days and nights, and on the fourth it ceased, and when we went to take his coffee royal to him he was gone.

  We hunted about everywhere, but he was entirely gone, and in three weeks after we safely cast anchor, having performed our voyage in a good month under the usual time; and had it been an old vessel she would have leaked and stinted like a tub from the straining; however, we were glad enough to get in, and were curiously inquisitive as to what was put in our vessel to come back with, for as the captain said,—

  "Confound the binnacle! I'll have no more contraband articles if I can help it."

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  CHAPTER XXVI.

  THE MEETING BY MOONLIGHT IN THE PARK.—THE TURRET WINDOW IN THE HALL.—THE LETTERS.

  The old admiral showed such a strong disposition to take offence at Charles if he should presume, for a moment, to doubt the truth of the narrative that was thus communicated to him, that the latter would not anger him by so doing, but confined his observations upon it to saying that he considered it was very wonderful, and very extraordinary, and so on, which very well satisfied the old man.