But not so.  Taking three turns on the deck, he placed his hand on the wheel, and said, “Right or wrong, my lad, go with us you must.  Putting you ashore is now out of the question.  I make no port till this ship is full to the combings of her hatchways.  However, you may leave her if you can.”  And so saying he entered his cabin, like Julius Caesar into his tent.

He may have meant little by it, but that last sentence rung in my ear like a bravado.  It savored of the turnkey’s compliments to the prisoner in Newgate, when he shoots to the bolt on him.

“Leave the ship if I can!” Leave the ship when neither sail nor shore was in sight!  Ay, my fine captain, stranger things have been done.  For on board that very craft, the old Arcturion, were four tall fellows, whom two years previous our skipper himself had picked up in an open boat, far from the farthest shoal.  To be sure, they spun a long yarn about being the only survivors of an Indiaman burnt down to the water’s edge.  But who credited their tale?  Like many others, they were keepers of a secret:  had doubtless contracted a disgust for some ugly craft still afloat and hearty, and stolen away from her, off soundings.  Among seamen in the Pacific such adventures not seldom occur.  Nor are they accounted great wonders.  They are but incidents, not events, in the career of the brethren of the order of South Sea rovers.  For what matters it, though hundreds of miles from land, if a good whale-boat be under foot, the Trades behind, and mild, warm seas before?  And herein lies the difference between the Atlantic and Pacific:—­that once within the Tropics, the bold sailor who has a mind to quit his ship round Cape Horn, waits not for port.  He regards that ocean as one mighty harbor.

Nevertheless, the enterprise hinted at was no light one; and I resolved to weigh well the chances.  It’s worth noticing, this way we all have of pondering for ourselves the enterprise, which, for others, we hold a bagatelle.

My first thoughts were of the boat to be obtained, and the right or wrong of abstracting it, under the circumstances.  But to split no hairs on this point, let me say, that were I placed in the same situation again, I would repeat the thing I did then.  The captain well knew that he was going to detain me unlawfully:  against our agreement; and it was he himself who threw out the very hint, which I merely adopted, with many thanks to him.

In some such willful mood as this, I went aloft one day, to stand my allotted two hours at the mast-head.  It was toward the close of a day, serene and beautiful.  There I stood, high upon the mast, and away, away, illimitably rolled the ocean beneath.  Where we then were was perhaps the most unfrequented and least known portion of these seas.  Westward, however, lay numerous groups of islands, loosely laid down upon the charts, and invested with all the charms of dream-land.  But soon these regions would be past; the mild equatorial breeze exchanged for cold, fierce squalls, and all the horrors of northern voyaging.