Upset in the ocean - Silent Sally - part two
UPSET IN THE OCEAN - SILENT SALLY - PART TWO
Ten days passed. The mystery thickened. On Thursday two men were reported
missing. On Friday the carpenter's assistant disappeared. On the night of
Saturday a circumstance occurred which, slight as it was, gave me some clue as
to what happening.
As I stood at the wheel about midnight, I saw the Captain approach in the
darkness carrying the cabin boy by the hind leg. The lad was a bright little
fellow, and I watched with some interest to see what the Captain would do to
him. Arrived at the stern of the vessel, Captain Bilge looked cautiously around
a moment and then dropped the boy into the sea.
Here then was the key to the mystery! The Captain was throwing the crew
overboard. Next morning we met at breakfast as usual.
"Poor little Williams has fallen overboard,'said the Captain"
"Captain,'I said, greatly excited, 'You threw that boy ever
board!"
"I did,' said Captain Bilge, grown suddenly quiet, 'I threw them all
over and intend to throw the rest. Listen, Blowhard, you are young, ambitious,
and trustworthy. I will confide in you."
Perfectly calm now, he stepped to a locker, rummaged in it a moment, and
drew out a faded piece of yellow parchment, which he spread on the table. It
was a map or chart. In the centre of it was a circle. In the middle of the
circle was a small dot and a letter T, while at one side of the map was a
letter N, and against it on the other side a letterS.
"What is this?'' I asked.
"Can you not guess?" queried Captain Bilge. 'It is a desert
island.'
'Ah!' I rejoined with a sudden flash of intuition, 'and N is for North and
S is for South.'
'Blowhard,' said the Captain, striking the table with such force as to
cause a loaf of ship's bread to bounce up and down three or four times, 'you've
struck it. That part of it had not yet occurred to me.'
'And the letter T?' I asked.
'The treasure, the buried treasure,' said the Captain, and turning the map
over he read from the back of it-The point T indicates the spot where the
treasure is buried under the sand, it consists of half a million Spanish
dollars, and is buried in a brown leather dress suitcase.'
'And where is the island?' I inquired, mad with excitement.
'That I do not know,' said the Captain. 'I intend to sail up and down the
parallels of latitude until I find it."
"And meantime?"
"Meantime, the first thing to do is to reduce the number of the crew
so as to have fewer hands to divide among. Come, come, 'he added in a burst of
frankness which made me love the man in spite of his shortcomings, 'will you
join me in this? We'll throw them all over, keeping the cook to the last, dig
up the treasure, and be rich for the rest of our lives.''
Reader, do you blame me if I said yes? I was young, ardent, ambitious, full
of bright hopes and boyish enthusiasm.
"Captain Bilge,' I said, putting my hand in his, 'I am
yours."..........
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