When the lookout man on the foremast saw the land, he announced it with a loud cry, such a cry, which any muezzin calling the faithful Muslims to prayer would envy. So, the sailors had finally lost their faith in providence and once again were imbued with unshakable faith in their captain.
– Long live Captain Platov! – they shouted loudly in unison, throwing up their nor' westers. – Glory to our Captain Luck!
The ship had a proud name "Luck". The man, who for many years had been standing on her command bridge, was called "Captain Luck". But it was not just a word-play, which the sailors were really fond of. In fact, Anton Platov justified this nickname with honor. He invariably came out a winner fighting with the most severe storms, while the other ships that had not taken shelter in the port on time, were helplessly asking for help, having lost control, or were just sinking to the bottom. Some people explained this quality by his rare instinct and unique ability to foresee, others – by mere luck, superstitious people explained it by his collaboration with the sea evil spirits. However, everyone agreed that going out to sea with Captain Luck was as safe as walking along a city boulevard on a clear day. Therefore, his ship never lacked crew members. Being recruited in the ship "Luck" crew was considered among the sailors on the whole coast to be more profitable than buying a lucky lottery ticket.
Meanwhile the sailors were rejoicing, the captain Anton Platov, as usual, remained indifferent to common joy and delight. Tall, thin, in his smart marine uniform, fastened with all buttons, being a living embodiment of order and discipline, he was carefully examining the shore through a telescope. He could see some port buildings, piers and ships, on decks of which the sailors were sunbathing, bashfully exposing their pale winter bodies. But, apparently, the captain could not find what he was looking for, and therefore he frowned.
– What are you sad about, captain? – asked the chief mate approaching him. Artem Sinitsyn was older than his captain, he was a heavy steady man in his fifties. However, now the chief mate was smiling broadly like a boy, sharing common joy of the crew.
The captain shrugged – he did not want to talk to anyone. Neither he wanted to offend the chief mate with his silence, which he could take as a reproach, so he briefly dropped, changing the topic:
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