Part 8 (1/2)
We got the oars over, and pulled in the direction of the fabrics. As we approached I could scarce credit the evidence of my own sight. The form of one of the vessels was perfect. She was of an antique build, and belonged to a period that I reckoned was full eighty years dead and gone. The other--the half of her I should say--showed a much bluffer bow, and had been a vessel of some burthen. But the wonder was the object on which they rested. This was no more nor less than the body of a great dead whale!
We first needed to lose something of our amazement ere we could reasonably speculate upon what we saw; then how this had happened grew plain to our minds. The two craft, G.o.d knows how many long years before, had been in action and foundered in conflict. The smaller vessel--I mean the one that lay whole before us--might have been a privateersman; she had something of a piratical sheer forward, there were no signs of a mast aboard either of them, one had grappled the other to board her I dare say, and they had both gone to the bottom linked. The vessel of which only half remained may have broken her back in settling, and, by-and-bye, the after part of her drifted away, leaving the dead bows still gripped by the dead enemy alongside. But how came the whale there? Well, we three men reasoned it thus, and I don't doubt we were right. At the moment of the sea-quake the whale was stemming steadily towards the two wrecks resting on the bottom.
They were lifted by the explosion, which at the same time killed the whale; but the impetus of the vast form slided it to under the lifted keels, where it came to a stand. A dead whale floats, as we know. This whale being dead was bound to rise, and the buoyancy of the immense ma.s.s brought the two craft up with it, and there they were, poised by the gleaming surface of the whale, which was depressed by their weight, so that no portion of the head, tail, or fluke was visible.
”It's them vessels being connected,” says Jackson, ”as keeps them afloat. If what holds them together forrard was to part they'd slide off that there slipperiness and sink.”
We rowed close, the three of us greatly marvelling, as you may suppose, for never had the like of such an incident as this happened at sea within the knowledge of ever a one of us, and Fallows alone was a man of five and forty, who had been using the ocean for thirty-three years. It was as scaring as the rising of a corpse out of the depths--as scaring as if that corpse turned to and spoke when his head showed,--to see those two vessels lying in the daylight after eighty, aye, and perhaps a hundred years of the green silence hundreds of fathoms deep, locked in the same posture in which they had gone down, making you almost fancy that you could hear the thunder of their guns, witness the flas.h.i.+ng of cutla.s.ses, and the rush of the boarders to the bulwarks amidst a hurricane note of huzzaing and shrieks of the wounded.
They were both of them handsomely crusted with sh.e.l.ls, not of the barnacle sort, but such as you would pick up anywhere in Ceylon or the Andaman, some of them finely coloured, many of them white as milk, of a thousand different patterns; and there was not one of them but what was beautiful.
”Let's board her,” says Jackson.
”Ah, but if that whale be alive!” says Fallows.
”No fear of that,” said I; ”if he was alive there'd be some stir in him. The whale's not the danger; it's the las.h.i.+ng, which may part at any moment. It should be in a fair way of rottenness after so many years of salt water, and if it goes the vessels go.”
”I'm for boarding her all the same,” says Jackson.
But first of all we pulled round to betwixt the bows of the craft to see what it was that connected them, and we found that they were held together by something stronger than an old grapnel. The bluff of the bows came together like walls cemented by sand and sh.e.l.l, and it was easy by a mere glance to perceive that they would hold together whilst the sea continued tranquil. Betwixt their heels was a hollow which the round of the whale nicely filled, and there they all three lay, very slowly and solemnly rolling upon the swell in as deep a silence as ever they had risen from.
We hung upon our oars speculating awhile, and then fell to talking ourselves into extravagant notions. Fallows said that if she had been a privateer she might have money in her, or some purchase anyway worth coming at. I was not for ridiculing the fancy, and Jackson gazed at the craft with a yearning eye.
”Let's get aboard,” says he.
”Very well,” says I, and we agreed that Fallows should keep in the boat ready to pick us up, if the hulk should go down suddenly under us. We easily got aboard. From the gunwale of our boat we could place our hands upon the level of the deck, where the bulwarks were gone, and the sh.e.l.ls were like steps to our feet. There was nothing much to be seen, however; the decks were coated with sh.e.l.ls as the sides were, and they went flush from the taffrail to the eyes with never a break, everything being clean gone, saving the line of the hatches which showed in slightly raised squares, under the crust of sh.e.l.ls that lay everywhere like armour.
”Lord!” cried Jackson; ”what would I give for a chopper or pick-axe to smash open that there hatch, so as to get inside of her.”
”Inside of her?” says I; ”why she'll be full of water!”
”That's to be proved, Mr. Small,” says he.
We walked forward into the bows, and clearly made out the shape of a grapnel thick with sh.e.l.ls, with its claws upon the bulwark rail of the half-s.h.i.+p alongside, and there was a line stretched between, belayed to what might have been a kevel on a stanchion of the craft we were in. This rope was as lovely as a piece of fancy work, with tiny sh.e.l.ls; but on my touching it, to see if it was taut, it parted as if it had been formed of smoke, and each end fell with a little rattle against the side as though it had been a child's string of beads.
We were gaping about us, almost forgetting our distressed situation, in contemplation of these astonis.h.i.+ng objects which had risen like ghosts from the mysterious heart of the deep, when we heard Fallows calling, and on our running to the side to learn what he wanted, we saw him standing up in the boat, pointing like a madman into the southward. It was the white canvas of a vessel, clearer to us than to him, who was lower by some feet. The air was still a weak draught, but the sail was rising with a nimbleness that made us know she was bringing a breeze of wind along with her, and in half-an-hour's time she had risen to the black line of her bulwarks rail, disclosing the fabric of what was apparently a brig or barque, heading almost dead on her end for us.
Jackson and I at once tumbled into the boat, but we were careful to keep her close to the two craft, and the amazing platform they floated on, for they furnished out a show that was not to be missed aboard the approaching vessel, whereas the boat must make little more than a speck though but half-a-mile distant.
The breeze the vessel was bringing along with her was all about us presently with a threat of weight in it. We stepped an oar, with the s.h.i.+rts atop, and they blew out bravely and made a good signal.
”Why, see, Mr. Small!” cries Jackson, on a sudden, ”ain't she the _Hindoo Merchant_?”
I stood awhile, and then joyfully exclaimed, ”Ay, 't is the old hooker herself, thanks be to G.o.d!”
I knew her by her short fore-topgallantmast, by her chequered band, and by other signs clear to a sailor's eye, and the three of us sent up a shout of delight, for it was like stumbling upon one's very home, as it were, after having been all night lost amidst the blackness and snow of the country where one's house stands.
She came along handsomely, with foam to the hawsepipe, thanks to the freshening breeze, and her main royal and topgallantsail clewing up as she approached, for our signal had been seen; then drove close alongside with her topsail aback and in a few minutes we were aboard, shaking hands with Captain Blow, and all others who extended a fist to us, and spinning our yarn in response to the eager questions put.