Adventure by Jack London

I float the Martha I’ll return the service some day.'”

“And ‘bother your orders,’ said she to me,” Oleson cried. “‘I’m

your boss now,’ said she, ‘and you take your orders from me.’

‘Look at that load of ivory nuts,’ I said. ‘Bother them,’ said

she; ‘I’m playin’ for something bigger than ivory nuts. We’ll dump

them overside as soon as we get under way.'”

Sheldon put his hands to his ears.

“I don’t know what has happened, and you are trying to tell me the

tale backwards. Come up to the house and get in the shade and

begin at the beginning.”

“What I want to know,” Oleson began, when they were seated, “is IS

she your partner or ain’t she? That’s what I want to know.”

“She is,” Sheldon assured him.

“Well, who’d have believed it!” Oleson glanced appealingly at Dr.

Welshmere, and back again at Sheldon. “I’ve seen a few unlikely

things in these Solomons–rats two feet long, butterflies the

Commissioner hunts with a shot-gun, ear-ornaments that would shame

the devil, and head-hunting devils that make the devil look like an

angel. I’ve seen them and got used to them, but this young woman

of yours–”

“Miss Lackland is my partner and part-owner of Berande,” Sheldon

interrupted.

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“So she said,” the irate skipper dashed on. “But she had no papers

to show for it. How was I to know? And then there was that load

of ivory nuts-eight tons of them.”

“For heaven’s sake begin at the–” Sheldon tried to interrupt.

“And then she’s hired them drunken loafers, three of the worst

scoundrels that ever disgraced the Solomons–fifteen quid a month

each–what d’ye think of that? And sailed away with them, too!

Phew!–You might give me a drink. The missionary won’t mind. I’ve

been on his teetotal hooker four days now, and I’m perishing.”

Dr. Welshmere nodded in reply to Sheldon’s look of inquiry, and

Viaburi was dispatched for the whisky and siphons.

“It is evident, Captain Oleson,” Sheldon remarked to that refreshed

mariner, “that Miss Lackland has run away with your boat. Now

please give a plain statement of what occurred.”

“Right O; here goes. I’d just come in on the Flibberty. She was

on board before I dropped the hook–in that whale-boat of hers with

her gang of Tahiti heathens–that big Adamu Adam and the rest.

‘Don’t drop the anchor, Captain Oleson,’ she sang out. ‘I want you

to get under way for Poonga-Poonga.’ I looked to see if she’d been

drinking. What was I to think? I was rounding up at the time,

alongside the shoal–a ticklish place–headsails running down and

losing way, so I says, ‘Excuse me, Miss Lackland,’ and yells

for’ard, ‘Let go!’

“‘You might have listened to me and saved yourself trouble,’ says

she, climbing over the rail and squinting along for’ard and seeing

the first shackle flip out and stop. ‘There’s fifteen fathom,’

says she; ‘you may as well turn your men to and heave up.’

“And then we had it out. I didn’t believe her. I didn’t think

you’d take her on as a partner, and I told her as much and wanted

proof. She got high and mighty, and I told her I was old enough to

be her grandfather and that I wouldn’t take gammon from a chit like

her. And then I ordered her off the Flibberty. ‘Captain Oleson,’

she says, sweet as you please, ‘I’ve a few minutes to spare on you,

and I’ve got some good whisky over on the Emily. Come on along.

Besides, I want your advice about this wrecking business.

Everybody says you’re a crackerjack sailor-man’–that’s what she

said, ‘crackerjack.’ And I went, in her whale-boat, Adamu Adam

steering and looking as solemn as a funeral.

“On the way she told me about the Martha, and how she’d bought her,

and was going to float her. She said she’d chartered the Emily,

and was sailing as soon as I could get the Flibberty underway. It

struck me that her gammon was reasonable enough, and I agreed to

pull out for Berande right O, and get your orders to go along to

Poonga-Poonga. But she said there wasn’t a second to be lost by

any such foolishness, and that I was to sail direct for Poonga-

Poonga, and that if I couldn’t take her word that she was your

partner, she’d get along without me and the Flibberty. And right

there’s where she fooled me.

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“Down in the Emily’s cabin was them three soaks–you know them–

Fowler and Curtis and that Brahms chap. ‘Have a drink,’ says she.

I thought they looked surprised when she unlocked the whisky locker

and sent a nigger for the glasses and water-monkey. But she must

have tipped them off unbeknownst to me, and they knew just what to

do. ‘Excuse me,’ she says, ‘I’m going on deck a minute.’ Now that

minute was half an hour. I hadn’t had a drink in ten days. I’m an

old man and the fever has weakened me. Then I took it on an empty

stomach, too, and there was them three soaks setting me an example,

they arguing for me to take the Flibberty to Poonga-Poonga, an’ me

pointing out my duty to the contrary. The trouble was, all the

arguments were pointed with drinks, and me not being a drinking

man, so to say, and weak from fever . . .

“Well, anyway, at the end of the half-hour down she came again and

took a good squint at me. ‘That’ll do nicely,’ I remember her

saying; and with that she took the whisky bottles and hove them

overside through the companionway. ‘That’s the last, she said to

the three soaks, ’till the Martha floats and you’re back in Guvutu.

It’ll be a long time between drinks.’ And then she laughed.

“She looked at me and said–not to me, mind you, but to the soaks:

‘It’s time this worthy man went ashore’–me! worthy man! ‘Fowler,’

she said–you know, just like a straight order, and she didn’t

MISTER him–it was plain Fowler–‘Fowler,’ she said, ‘just tell

Adamu Adam to man the whale-boat, and while he’s taking Captain

Oleson ashore have your boat put me on the Flibberty. The three of

you sail with me, so pack your dunnage. And the one of you that

shows up best will take the mate’s billet. Captain Oleson doesn’t

carry a mate, you know.’

“I don’t remember much after that. All hands got me over the side,

and it seems to me I went to sleep, sitting in the stern-sheets and

watching that Adamu steer. Then I saw the Flibberty’s mainsail

hoisting, and heard the clank of her chain coming in, and I woke

up. ‘Here, put me on the Flibberty,’ I said to Adamu. ‘I put you

on the beach,’ said he. ‘Missie Lackalanna say beach plenty good

for you.’ Well, I let out a yell and reached for the steering-

sweep. I was doing my best by my owners, you see. Only that Adamu

gives me a shove down on the bottom-boards, puts one foot on me to

hold me down, and goes on steering. And that’s all. The shock of

the whole thing brought on fever. And now I’ve come to find out

whether I’m skipper of the Flibberty, or that chit of yours with

her pirating, heathen boat’s-crew.”

“Never mind, skipper. You can take a vacation on pay.” Sheldon

spoke with more assurance than he felt. “If Miss Lackland, who is

my partner, has seen fit to take charge of the Flibberty-Gibbet,

why, it is all right. As you will agree, there was no time to be

lost if the Martha was to be got off. It is a bad reef, and any

considerable sea would knock her bottom out. You settle down here,

skipper, and rest up and get the fever out of your bones. When the

Flibberty-Gibbet comes back, you’ll take charge again, of course.”

After Dr. Welshmere and the Apostle departed and Captain Oleson had

turned in for a sleep in a veranda hammock, Sheldon opened Joan’s

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letter.

DEAR MR. SHELDON,–Please forgive me for stealing the Flibberty-

Gibbet. I simply had to. The Martha means everything to us.

Think of it, only fifty-five pounds for her, two hundred and

seventy-five dollars. If I don’t save her, I know I shall be able

to pay all expenses out of her gear, which the natives will not

have carried off. And if I do save her, it is the haul of a life-

time. And if I don’t save her, I’ll fill the Emily and the

Flibberty-Gibbet with recruits. Recruits are needed right now on

Berande more than anything else.

And please, please don’t be angry with me. You said I shouldn’t go

recruiting on the Flibberty, and I won’t. I’ll go on the Emily.

I bought two cows this afternoon. That trader at Nogi died of

fever, and I bought them from his partner, Sam Willis his name is,

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