Морський вовк

Chapter 6

           Thenblisterscame,inapainfulandnever-endingprocession,andIhadagreatburnonmyforearm,acquiredbylosingmybalanceinarolloftheshipandpitchingagainstthegalleystove.Norwasmykneeanybetter.Theswellinghadnotgonedown,andthecapwasstilluponedge.Hobblingaboutonitfrommorningtillnightwasnothelpingitany.WhatIneededwasrest,ifitwereevertogetwell.

           Rest!Ineverbeforeknewthemeaningoftheword.Ihadbeenrestingallmylifeanddidnotknowit.Butnow,couldIsitstillforonehalf-houranddonothing,noteventhink,itwouldbethemostpleasurablethingintheworld.Butitisarevelation,ontheotherhand.Ishallbeabletoappreciatethelivesoftheworkingpeoplehereafter.Ididnotdreamthatworkwassoterribleathing.Fromhalf-pastfiveinthemorningtillteno’clockatnightIameverybody’sslave,withnotonemomenttomyself,exceptsuchasIcanstealneartheendoftheseconddog-watch.Letmepauseforaminutetolookoutovertheseasparklinginthesun,ortogazeatasailorgoingalofttothegaff-topsails,orrunningoutthebowsprit,andIamsuretohearthehatefulvoice,"‘Ere,you,‘Ump,nosodgerin’.I’vegotmypeepersonyer."

           Therearesignsoframpantbadtemperinthesteerage,andthegossipisgoingaroundthatSmokeandHendersonhavehadafight.

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