Summary

T. Jenkins Hains Mr. Trunnell, Mate of the Ship "Pirate"

There was not a thing in sight save the smooth swell, ruffled now by the slight breeze, and turning a deep blue-gray in the light of the early morning. The sun rose from a cloudless horizon and shone warmly upon the wreck. The foam glistened and sparkled in the rosy sunlight, and looking over the rail I could see deep down into the clear depths. The copper on the ship's bilge looked a light gray, and even the tacks were visible. She drifted slowly along with just steering way, and the spar alongside, which the men had tried to get aboard again, made a gurgling wake with its heel.
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T. Jenkins Hains Mr. Trunnell, Mate of the Ship "Pirate"

The ocean is a large place for a small boat to get lost in, and without compass or sextant there would be little chance for her to overhaul a ship standing along a certain course.
The dense vapor rolled in cool masses over the wreck, and the gentle breeze freshened so that the topsail, which still drew fair from the yard, bellied out and strained away taut on a bowline, taking the wind from almost due north, or dead away from the Cape. The Sovereign shoved through it log-wise under the pull, the swell roaring and gurgling along her sunken channels and through her water ports.
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T. Jenkins Hains Mr. Trunnell, Mate of the Ship "Pirate"

We were all alone by the mizzen, the captains having gone below with Mrs.
Sackett to show her the interior of the ship.
The young girl looked up, and I fancied there was just a sparkle of amusement in her eyes.
"Do you really think so?" she said. "Can't men find more useful occupations than following the sea,—that is, those who are lonely?"
"Some men are fitted to do certain things in this world and unfitted for others. It would be hard on those whose lines are laid out like that for them. You don't think a man follows the sea after his first voyage because he likes it, do you?"
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