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"It was very dark on the quarter deck of the Ferndale between the deep

bulwarks overshadowed by the break of the poop and frowned upon by the

front of the warehouse. I plumped down on to my chest near the after

hatch as if my legs had been jerked from under me. I felt suddenly very

tired and languid. The ship-keeper, whom I could hardly make out hung

over the capstan in a fit of weak pitiful coughing. He gasped out very

low 'Oh! dear! Oh! dear!' and struggled for breath so long that I got up

alarmed and irresolute.

"I've been took like this since last Christmas twelvemonth. It ain't

nothing."

"He seemed a hundred years old at least. I never saw him properly

because he was gone ashore and out of sight when I came on deck in the

morning; but he gave me the notion of the feeblest creature that ever

breathed. His voice was thin like the buzzing of a mosquito. As it

would have been cruel to demand assistance from such a shadowy wreck I

went to work myself, dragging my chest along a pitch-black passage under

the poop deck, while he sighed and moaned around me as if my exertions

were more than his weakness could stand. At last as I banged pretty

heavily against the bulkheads he warned me in his faint breathless wheeze

to be more careful.

"What's the matter?" I asked rather roughly, not relishing to be

admonished by this forlorn broken-down ghost.

"Nothing! Nothing, sir," he protested so hastily that he lost his poor

breath again and I felt sorry for him. "Only the captain and his missus

are sleeping on board. She's a lady that mustn't be disturbed. They

came about half-past eight, and we had a permit to have lights in the

cabin till ten to-night."

"This struck me as a considerable piece of news. I had never been in a

ship where the captain had his wife with him. I'd heard fellows say that

captains' wives could work a lot of mischief on board ship if they

happened to take a dislike to anyone; especially the new wives if young

and pretty. The old and experienced wives on the other hand fancied they

knew more about the ship than the skipper himself and had an eye like a

hawk's for what went on. They were like an extra chief mate of a

particularly sharp and unfeeling sort who made his report in the evening.

The best of them were a nuisance. In the general opinion a skipper with

his wife on board was more difficult to please; but whether to show off

his authority before an admiring female or from loving anxiety for her

safety or simply from irritation at her presence--nobody I ever heard on

the subject could tell for certain.