Varney the Vampire. James Malcolm Rymer

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      No, no, we were well laden, and well pleased, and weighed anchor with light hearts and a hearty cheer.

      Away we went down the river, and soon rounded the North Foreland, and stood out in the Channel. The breeze was a steady and stiff one, and carried us through the water as though it had been made for us.

      "Jack," said I to a messmate of mine, as he stood looking at the skies, then at the sails, and finally at the water, with a graver air than I thought was at all consistent with the occasion or circumstances.

      "Well," he replied.

      "What ails you? You seem as melancholy as if we were about to cast lots who should be eaten first. Are you well enough?"

      "I am hearty enough, thank Heaven," he said, "but I don't like this breeze."

      "Don't like the breeze!" said I; "why, mate, it is as good and kind a breeze as ever filled a sail. What would you have, a gale?"

      "No, no; I fear that."

      "With such a ship, and such a set of hearty able seamen, I think we could manage to weather out the stiffest gale that ever whistled through a yard."

      "That may be; I hope it is, and I really believe and think so."

      "Then what makes you so infernally mopish and melancholy?"

      "I don't know, but can't help it. It seems to me as though there was something hanging over us, and I can't tell what."

      "Yes, there are the colours, Jack, at the masthead; they are flying over us with a hearty breeze."

      "Ah! ah!" said Jack, looking up at the colours, and then went away without saying anything more, for he had some piece of duty to perform.

      I thought my messmate had something on his mind that caused him to feel sad and uncomfortable, and I took no more notice of it; indeed, in the course of a day or two he was as merry as any of the rest, and had no more melancholy that I could perceive, but was as comfortable as anybody.

      We had a gale off the coast of Biscay, and rode it out without the loss of a spar or a yard; indeed, without the slightest accident or rent of any kind.

      "Now, Jack, what do you think of our vessel?" said I.

      "She's like a duck upon water, rises and falls with the waves, and doesn't tumble up and down like a hoop over stones."

      "No, no; she goes smoothly and sweetly; she is a gallant craft, and this is her first voyage, and I predict a prosperous one."

      "I hope so," he said.

      Well, we went on prosperously enough for about three weeks; the ocean was as calm and as smooth as a meadow, the breeze light but good, and we stemmed along majestically over the deep blue waters, and passed coast after coast, though all around was nothing but the apparently pathless main in sight.

      "A better sailer I never stepped into," said the captain one day; "it would be a pleasure to live and die in such a vessel."

      Well, as I said, we had been three weeks or thereabouts, when one morning, after the sun was up and the decks washed, we saw a strange man sitting on one of the water-casks that were on deck, for, being full, we were compelled to stow some of them on deck.

      You may guess those on deck did a little more than stare at this strange and unexpected apparition. By jingo, I never saw men open their eyes wider in all my life, nor was I any exception to the rule. I stared, as well I might; but we said nothing for some minutes, and the stranger looked calmly on us, and then cocked his eye with a nautical air up at the sky, as if he expected to receive a twopenny-post letter from St. Michael, or a billet doux from the Virgin Mary.

      "Where has he come from?" said one of the men in a low tone to his companion, who was standing by him at that moment.

      "How can I tell?" replied his companion. "He may have dropped from the clouds; he seems to be examining the road; perhaps he is going back."

      The stranger sat all this time with the most extreme and provoking coolness and unconcern; he deigned us but a passing notice, but it was very slight.

      He was a tall, spare man—what is termed long and lathy—but he was evidently a powerful man. He had a broad chest, and long, sinewy arms, a hooked nose, and a black, eagle eye. His hair was curly, but frosted by age; it seemed as though it had been tinged with white at the extremities, but he was hale and active otherwise, to judge from appearances.

      Notwithstanding all this, there was a singular repulsiveness about him that I could not imagine the cause, or describe; at the same time there was an air of determination in his wild and singular-looking eyes, and over their whole there was decidedly an air and an appearance so sinister as to be positively disagreeable.

      "Well," said I, after we had stood some minutes, "where did you come from, shipmate?"

      He looked at me and then up at the sky, in a knowing manner.

      "Come, come, that won't do; you have none of Peter Wilkins's wings, and couldn't come on the aerial dodge; it won't do; how did you get here?"

      He gave me an awful wink, and made a sort of involuntary movement, which jumped him up a few inches, and he bumped down again on the water-cask.

      "That's as much as to say," thought I, "that he's sat himself on it."

      "I'll go and inform the captain," said I, "of this affair; he'll hardly believe me when I tell him, I am sure."

      So saying, I left the deck and went to the cabin, where the captain was at breakfast, and related to him what I had seen respecting the stranger. The captain looked at me with an air of disbelief, and said—

      "What?—do you mean to say there's a man on board we haven't seen before?"

      "Yes, I do, captain. I never saw him afore, and he's sitting beating his heels on the water-cask on deck."

      "The devil!"

      "He is, I assure you, sir; and he won't answer any questions."

      "I'll see to that. I'll see if I can't make the lubber say something, providing his tongue's not cut out. But how came he on board? Confound it, he can't be the devil, and dropped from the moon."

      "Don't know, captain," said I. "He is evil-looking enough, to my mind, to be the father of evil, but it's ill bespeaking attentions from that quarter at any time."

      "Go on, lad; I'll come up after you."

      I left the cabin, and I heard the captain coming after me. When I got on deck, I saw he had not moved from the place where I left him. There was a general commotion among the crew when they heard of the occurrence, and all crowded round him, save the man at the wheel, who had to remain at his post.

      The captain now came forward, and the men fell a little back as he approached. For a moment the captain stood silent, attentively examining the stranger, who was excessively cool, and stood the scrutiny with the same unconcern that he would had the captain been looking at his watch.

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