LIGHT.

"All hands take in sail!"

"Stand by y'r tops'l halliards!"

"Let go!"

Sharply shouted out in quick succession came these orders from Captain
Snaggs, the hoarse words of command ringing through the ship fore and
aft, and making even the ringbolts in the deck jingle--albeit they were
uttered in a sort of drawling voice, that had a strong nasal twang, as
if the skipper made as much use of his nose as of his mouth in speaking.
This impression his thin and, now, tightly compressed lips tended to
confirm; while his hard, angular features and long, pointed, sallow
face, closely shaven, saving as to the projecting chin, which a
sandy-coloured billy-goat beard made project all the more, gave him the
appearance of a man who had a will of his own, aye, and a temper of his
own, too, should anyone attempt to smooth him down the wrong way, or, in
sea parlance, "run foul of his hawse!"

Captain Snaggs did not look particularly amiable at the present moment.

Standing by the break of the poop, with his lean, lanky body half bent
over the rail, he was keeping one eye out to windward, whence he had
just caught sight in time of the coming squall, looking down below the
while at the hands in the waist jumping briskly to their stations and
casting off the halliards with a will, almost before the last echo of
his shout `let go!' had ceased to roar in their ears; and yet the
captain's gaze seemed to gleam beyond these, over their heads and away
forwards, to where Jan Steenbock, the second-mate, a dark-haired Dane,
was engaged rousing out the port watch, banging away at the fo'c's'le
hatchway and likewise shouting, in feeble imitation of the skipper's
roar,--

"All ha-ands, ahoy! Doomble oop, my mans, and take in ze sail! Doomble
oop!"

But the men, who had only been relieved a short time before by the
starboard watch, and had gone below for their dinner when `eight bells'
were struck, seemed rather loth at turning out again so soon for duty,
the more especially as their caterer had just brought from the cook's
galley the mess kid, full of some savoury compound, the appetising odour
of which filled the air, and, being wafted upwards from below, made even
the swarthy second-mate feel hungry, as he peered down the hatchway and
called out to the laggards to come on deck.

"It vas goot, ja," murmured Jan Steenbock to himself, wiping his
watering mouth with the back of his jacket sleeve and sniffing up a
prolonged sniff of