The Ghost Ship: A Mystery of the Sea

"Aye, colonel," sang out the skipper, as if in response to these words of the French captain, "to avenge him; that's what all of us here have sworn to do, I know, for I can answ...

"By George! is that so?" ejaculated the skipper, starting off with a mad clutch at his cap, which he had thrown off on to a locker close by in the heat of his excitement during...

"Accident in the stoke-hold!" repeated the skipper, who of course did not overhear the old boatswain's aside to me. "Accident in the stoke- hold!" again repeated the skipper; "a...

Nor was this the worst, for hardly had we begun to draw breath again in the stifling vapour-bath-like atmosphere surrounding us, ere we could utter a cry, indeed, or exchange a...

"Be jabers, sor!" exclaimed the Irishman in his very broadest brogue and with a comical grin on his face that certainly must have eclipsed that of which he complained in the pro...

But hardly had the colonel given vent to his despairing exclamation, expressive alike of his own dismay and ours also, when the bitter feeling of disappointment at being too lat...

"My faithful negro, however," continued the colonel, pausing at this point to puff out another cloud of smoke from his fragrant cigar,--"well, he was unable to learn anything of...

A grand hurrah just then burst forth from the deck below us, where the skipper and most of the men were massed, telling as plainly as triumphant cheer could tell, that the fight...

While Garry O'Neil and I were attending to the two French sailors who, though they had been a good bit knocked about in the course of the protracted struggle, were not seemingly...

He had gone down by the companion-way into the saloon below, after Mr Fosset had left the poop, to look at the barometer in his cabin, and now came along the upper deck and on t...

Presently a cloud of thick black smoke again pouring forth from the funnels showed that Mr Stokes had set the engine-room staff vigorously to work to carry out the skipper's ord...

"You'd better stick to us," said the skipper to Colonel Vereker, who talked of taking the next Cunard steamer, which was advertised to leave on the morrow, as the _Star of the N...

"My words are plain enough, captain," said the stranger, interrupting the skipper. "Our ship, the _Saint Pierre_, is in the possession of a gang of Haytian negroes who rose on u...

"Aye, that's the better way of looking at it," chimed in the skipper, raising his arm at the same time from his station at the end of the bridge, where he was conning the ship....

"Nonsense, man!" cried Captain Applegarth. "Don't make such an ass of yourself! _Flying Dutchman_ indeed! Why, that cock and bull yarn was exploded years ago, and I didn't think...

"Ask Mr Stokes here and your doctor there, Mr O'Neil, whether they did not hear Haldane's yarn about your ship five days ago, sir, before we ever clapped eyes on you," said he i...

"That's number one!" said old Masters, the boatswain, meeting me at the door of the saloon as I came out on deck, Weston having already told him the sad news. "Master Stokes'll...

We reached La Guayra, and from thence Caracas, safely enough, in spite of the country just then passing through the acute stage of one of its periodical revolutions that had sup...

"Faith, it's moighty glad I am, sor, to say you at last!" cried Garry O'Neil, starting up from his seat at the cuddy table, on our ultimately reaching the saloon, where the Iris...

"It's a dead calm, sir!" I heard Mr Fosset sing out next morning outside the door of the skipper's state room, which opened out of the saloon, close to my berth, when he went to...

By the time the sun was near the meridian our top-masts were up and the upper yards swayed aloft and crossed, making the old barquey all ataunto again and pretty nearly her old...

I was so indignant at what the spiteful little brute said that I incontinently turned on my heel and left him without another word, going forwards towards the bridge to give the...

Away forward, I remember, the ship's bell under the break of the forecastle, or "fo'c's'le," as it is pronounced in nautical fashion, was just striking "two bells" in the first...

"A pretty kettle of fish that!" exclaimed the skipper, pitching the butt-end of his cigar through one of the stern ports as he got up from his seat and began to pace up and down...

"She's further away now than I thought, sir!" shouted old Masters in reply to this, after having another squirm over the topsail yard. "I'm blessed, though, if I ain't lost her,...

Fellows who knock about the world sailoring and so on, cannot help coming to the conclusion that its compass is narrower than stay-at-home folk might be inclined to believe, for...

After Elsie and I got "spliced," to use the old familiar language of my boyhood, the expressive _argot_ of the sea, for which I shall always retain a passionate love, only secon...

Old Masters turned his face towards me as the fleeting vision became swallowed up in the darkness that now obscured the sky to the westwards, and I saw that he looked horror-str...

"Where away, Haldane?" cried Mr Fosset, the first to notice my shout, catching up a telescope that lay handy on the top of the wheel-house of the bridge; and, in his hurry, eage...

It flooded the whole ocean to the westward, right up to the very zenith, with a wealth of opalescent light that transformed sea and sky alike into a living glory, so grand and g...