What I Heard in the Apple-barrel
O, not I," said Silver. "Flint was cap'n; I was quartermaster, along of my
The same broadside I lost my leg, old Pew lost his deadlights. It
was a master surgeon, him that ampytated me—out of college and
all—Latin by the bucket, and what not; but he was hanged like a dog, and
sun-dried like the rest, at Corso Castle. That was Roberts's men, that was, and
comed of changing names to their ships—Royal Fortune and so on. Now, what
a ship was christened, so let her stay, I says. So it was with the Cassandra, as
brought us all safe home from Malabar, after England took the Viceroy of the
Indies; so it was with the old Walrus, Flint's old ship, as I've seen a-muck with
the red blood and fit to sink with gold."
"Ah!" cried another voice, that of the youngest hand on board, and evidently
full of admiration, "he was the flower of the flock, was Flint!"
"Davis was a man, too, by all accounts," said Silver. "I never sailed along of
him; first with England, then with Flint, that's my story; and now here on my
own account, in a manner
of speaking. I laid by nine hundred safe, from England,
and two thousand after Flint. That ain't bad for a man before the mast—all
safe in bank. 'Tain't earning now, it's saving does it, you may lay to that.
Where's all England's men now? I dunno. Where's Flint's? Why, most of 'em aboard
here, and glad to get the duff—been begging before that, some of 'em. Old
Pew, as had lost his sight, and might have thought shame, spends twelve hundred
pound in a year, like a lord in Parliament. Where is he now? Well, he's dead now
and under hatches; but for two year before that, shiver my timbers! the man was
starving! He begged, and he stole, and he cut throats, and starved at that, by
"Well, it ain't much use, after all," said the young seaman.
" 'Tain't much use for fools, you may lay to it—that, nor nothing," cried
Silver. "But now, you look here: you're young, you are, but you're as smart as
paint. I see that when I set my eyes on you, and I'll talk to you like a man."
You may imagine how I felt when I heard this abominable old rogue addressing
another in the very same words of flattery as he had used to myself. I think, if
I had been able, that I would have killed him through the barrel. Meantime, he
ran on, little supposing he was overheard.
"Here it is about gentlemen of fortune. They lives rough, and they risk
swinging, but they eat and drink like fighting-cocks, and when a cruise is done,
why it's hundreds of pounds instead of hundreds of farthings in their pockets.
Now, the most goes for rum and a good fling, and to sea again in their shirts.
But that's not the course I lay. I puts it all away, some here, some there, and
none too much anywheres, by reason of suspicion. I'm fifty, mark you; once back
from this cruise I set up gentleman in earnest. Time enough, too, says you. Ah,
but I've lived easy in the mean time; never denied myself o' nothing heart
desires, and slep' soft and ate dainty all my days but when at sea. And how did
I begin? Before the mast, like you!"
"Well," said the other, "but all the other money's gone now, ain't it? You
daren't show face in Bristol after this."
"Why, where might you suppose it was?" asked Silver, derisively.
"At Bristol, in banks and places," answered his companion.
"It were," said the cook; "it were when we weighed anchor. But my old missis has
it all by now. And the 'Spy-glass' is sold, lease and good-will and rigging; and
the old girl's off to meet me. I would tell you where, for I trust you;
but it 'u'd
make jealousy among the mates."
"And can you trust your missis?" asked the other.
"Gentlemen of fortune," returned the cook, "usually trust little among
themselves, and right they are, you may lay to it. But I have a way with me, I
have. When a mate brings a slip on his cable—one as knows me, I
mean—it won't be in the same world with old John. There was some that was
feared of Pew, and some that was feared of Flint; and Flint his own self was
feared of me. Feared he was, and proud. They was the roughest crew afloat, was
Flint's; the devil himself would have been feared to go to sea with them. Well,
now, I tell you, I'm not a boasting man, and you seen yourself how easy I keep
company; but when I was quartermaster, lambs wasn't the word for Flint's old
buccaneers. Ah, you may be sure of yourself in old John's ship."
"Well, I tell you now," replied the lad, "I didn't half a quarter like the job
till I had this talk with you, John; but there's my hand on it now."
"And a brave lad you were, and smart, too," answered Silver, shaking hands so
heartily that all the barrel shook, "and a finer figurehead for a gentleman of
fortune I never clapped my eyes on."
By this time I had begun to understand the meaning of their terms. By a
"gentleman of fortune" they plainly meant neither more nor less than a common
pirate, and the little scene that I had overheard was the last act in the
corruption of one of the honest hands—perhaps of the last one left aboard.
But on this point I was soon to be relieved, for, Silver giving a little whistle,
a third man strolled up and sat down by the party.
"Dick's square," said Silver.
"Oh, I know'd Dick was square," returned the voice of the coxswain, Israel
Hands. "He's no fool, is Dick." And he turned his quid and spat. "But look
here," he went on, "here's what I want to know, Barbecue: how long are we
a-going to stand off and on like a blessed bumboat? I've had a'most enough o'
Cap'n Smollett; he's hazed me long enough, by thunder! I want to go into that
cabin, I do. I want their pickles and wines, and that."
"Israel," said Silver, "your head ain't much account, nor ever was. But you're
able to hear, I reckon; leastways, your ears is big enough. Now, here's what I
say: you'll berth forward, and you'll live hard, and you'll speak soft, and
you'll keep sober, till I give the word; and you may lay to that, my son."
"Well, I don't say no, do I?" growled the coxswain. "What I say is, when? That's
what I say."
"When! by the powers!" cried Silver. "Well, now, if you want to know, I'll tell
you when. The last moment I can manage; and that's when. Here's a first-rate
seaman, Cap'n Smollett, sails the blessed ship for us. Here's this squire and
doctor with a map and such—I don't know where it is, do I? No more do you,
says you. Well, then, I mean this squire and doctor shall find the stuff, and
help us to get it aboard, by the powers! Then we'll see. If I was sure of you
all, sons of double Dutchmen, I'd have Cap'n Smollett navigate us half-way back
again before I struck."
"Why, we're all seamen aboard here, I should think!" said the lad Dick.
"We're all fo'c's'le hands, you mean," snapped Silver. "We can steer a course,
but who's to set one? That's what all you gentlemen split on, first and last. If
I had my way I'd have Cap'n Smollett work us back into the trades at least;
then we'd have no blessed miscalculations and a spoonful of water a day. But I
know the sort you are. I'll finish with 'em at the island, as soon's the blunt's
on board, and a pity it is. But you're never
happy till you're drunk. Split my
sides, I've a sick heart to sail with the likes of you!"
"Easy all, Long John," cried Israel. "Who's a-crossin' of you?"
"Why, how many tall ships, think ye, now, have I seen laid aboard, and how many
brisk lads drying in the sun at Execution Dock?" cried Silver. "And all for this
same hurry and hurry and hurry. You hear me? I seen a thing or two at sea, I
have. If you would on'y lay your course, and a p'nt to windward, you would ride
in carriages, you would. But not you! I know you. You'll have your mouthful of
rum to-morrow, and go hang."
"Everybody knowed you was a kind of a chapling, John; but there's others as
could hand and steer as well as you," said Israel. "They liked a bit o' fun,
they did. They wasn't so high and dry, nohow, but took their fling, like jolly
companions every one."
"So?" says Silver. "Well, and where are they now? Pew was that sort, and he died
a beggar-man. Flint was, and he died of rum at Savannah. Ah, they was a sweet
crew, they was! on'y where are they?"
"But," asked Dick, "when we do lay 'em athwart, what are we to do with 'em,
"There's the man for me!" cried the cook, admiringly. "That's what I call
business. Well, what would you think? Put 'em ashore like maroons? That would
have been England's way. Or cut 'em down like that much pork? That would have
been Flint's or Billy Bones's."
"Billy was the man for that," said Israel. " 'Dead men don't bite,' says he.
Well, he's dead now hisself; he knows the long and short on it now; and if ever
a rough hand come to port, it was Billy."
"Right you are," said Silver, "rough and ready. But mark you here: I'm an easy
man—I'm quite the gentleman, says you; but this time it's serious. Dooty
is dooty, mates. I give my vote—death. When I'm in Parlyment, and riding in
my coach, I don't want none of these sea-lawyers in the cabin a-coming
unlooked for, like the devil at prayers. Wait is what I say; but when the time
comes, why, let her rip!"
"John," cries the coxswain, "you're a man!"
"You'll say so, Israel, when you see," said Silver. "Only one thing I
claim—I claim Trelawney. I'll wring his calf's head off his body with
these hands. Dick!" he added, breaking off, "you just jump up, like a sweet lad,
and get me an apple to wet my pipe like."
You may fancy the terror I was in! I should have leaped out and run for it, if I
had found the strength; but my limbs and heart alike misgave me. I heard Dick
begin to rise, and then some one seemingly stopped him, and the voice of Hands
"Oh, stow that! Don't you get sucking of that bilge, John. Let's have
a go of the rum."
"Dick," said Silver, "I trust you. I've a gauge on the keg, mind. There's the
key; you fill a pannikin and bring it up."
Terrified as I was, I could not help thinking to myself that this must have been
how Mr. Arrow got the strong waters that destroyed him.
Dick was gone but a little while, and during his absence Israel spoke straight
on in the cook's ear. It was but a word or two that I could catch, and yet I
gathered some important news; for, besides other scraps that tended to the same
purpose, this whole clause was audible: "Not another man of them 'll jine." Hence
there were still faithful men on board.
When Dick returned, one after another of the trio took the pannikin and
drank—one "To luck"; another with a "Here's to old Flint"; and Silver
himself saying, in a kind of song, "Here's to ourselves, and hold your luff,
plenty of prizes and plenty of duff."
"Here's to ourselves, and plenty of prizes and plenty of duff."
Just then a sort of brightness fell upon me in the barrel, and, looking up, I
found the moon had risen, and was silvering the mizzen-top and shining white on
the luff of the foresail; and almost at the same time the voice of the lookout
shouted, "Land ho!"