II.—­On Board the Harpy

Jack remained in his hammock during the first few days at sea.  He was very sick, bewildered, and confused, every minute knocking his head against the beams with the pitching and tossing of the sloop.

“And this is going to sea,” thought Jack.  “No wonder that no one interferes with another here, or talks about a trespass; for I am sure anyone is welcome to my share of the ocean.”

When he was well enough he was told to go to the midshipman’s berth, and Jack, who now felt excessively hungry, crawled over and between chests until he found himself in a hole infinitely inferior to the dog-kennels which received his father’s pointers.

“I’d not only give up the ocean,” thought Jack, “and my share of it, but also my share of the Harpy, unto anyone who fancies it.  Equality enough here, for everyone appears equally miserably off.”

But when he had gained the deck, the scene of cheerfulness, activity, and order lightened his heart after the four days of suffering, close air, and confinement from which he had just emerged.

Jack dined with the captain that night, and was very much pleased to find that everyone drank wine with him, and that everybody at the captain’s table appeared to be on an equality.  Before the dessert had been on the table five minutes, Jack became loquacious on his favourite topic.  All the company stared with surprise at such an unheard-of doctrine being broached on board of a man-of-war.

This day may be considered as the first in which Jack really made his appearance on board, and it also was on this first day that Jack made known, at the captain’s table, his very peculiar notions.  If the company at the captain’s table were astonished at such heterodox opinions being started, they were equally astonished at the cool, good-humoured ridicule with which they were received by Captain Wilson.  The report of Jack’s boldness, and every word and opinion that he had uttered—­of course, much magnified—­were circulated that evening through the whole ship; the matter was canvassed in the gun-room by the officers, and descanted upon by the midshipmen as they walked the deck.  The boatswain talked it over with the other warrant officers, till the grog was all gone, and then dismissed it as too dry a subject.

The bully of the midshipman’s berth—­a young man about seventeen, named Vigors—­at once attacked our hero.

“So, my chap, you are come on board to raise a mutiny here with your equality?  You came off scot free at the captain’s table, but it won’t do, I can tell you; someone must knock under in the midshipman’s berth, and you are one of them.”

“I can assure you that you are mistaken,” replied Easy.

At school Jack had fought and fought again, until he was a very good bruiser, and although not so tall as Vigors, he was much better built for fighting.

“I’ve thrashed bigger fellows than he,” he said to himself.