Морський вовк

Chapter 3

           "That’lldo.Gotothecookandlearnyourduties."

           AndthusitwasthatIpassedintoastateofinvoluntaryservitudetoWolfLarsen.HewasstrongerthanI,thatwasall.Butitwasveryunrealatthetime.ItisnolessunrealnowthatIlookbackuponit.Itwillalwaysbetomeamonstrous,inconceivablething,ahorriblenightmare.

           "Holdon,don’tgoyet."

           Istoppedobedientlyinmywalktowardthegalley.

           "Johansen,callallhands.Nowthatwe’veeverythingcleanedup,we’llhavethefuneralandgetthedecksclearedofuselesslumber."

           WhileJohansenwassummoningthewatchbelow,acoupleofsailors,underthecaptain’sdirection,laidthecanvas-swathedcorpseuponahatch-cover.Oneithersidethedeck,againsttherailandbottomsup,werelashedanumberofsmallboats.Severalmenpickedupthehatch-coverwithitsghastlyfreight,carriedittotheleeside,andresteditontheboats,thefeetpointingoverboard.Tothefeetwasattachedthesackofcoalwhichthecookhadfetched.

           Ihadalwaysconceivedaburialatseatobeaverysolemnandawe-inspiringevent,butIwasquicklydisillusioned,bythisburialatanyrate.Oneofthehunters,alittledark-eyedmanwhomhismatescalled"Smoke,"wastellingstories,liberallyintersprinkledwithoathsandobscenities;andeveryminuteorsothegroupofhuntersgavemouthtoalaughterthatsoundedtomelikeawolf-chorusorthebarkingofhell-hounds.Thesailorstroopednoisilyaft,someofthewatchbelowrubbingthesleepfromtheireyes,andtalkedinlowtonestogether.

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