Through hunger and cruelty and storm and stress, the luckier cabin-boy grew in health and courage until his time was out.  When he went home he wore a thick blue coat, wide blue trousers, and a flat cap with mystic braid; and on the quay he strolled with his peers in great majesty.  Tiny children admired his earrings and his cap and his complicated swagger.  Then in due time came the blessed day when he called himself ordinary seaman, and when the most energetic of mates dared not thrash him (unless, indeed, the mate happened to be much the stronger man, in which case professional etiquette was apt to be disregarded); his pay rose to L2 a month; he felt justified in walking regularly with a maiden of his choice; and his brown face showed signs of moustache and beard.  Then he became A.B., then mate, and last of all he reached the glories of mastership and L8 a month.  By that time he had become a resolute, skilful man, with coarse tastes and blunt feelings.  Danger never cost him a thought.  He would swear fearfully about trifling annoyances; but in utmost peril, when his ship was rolling yard-arm under, or straining off the gnashing cliffs of a lee-shore, he was quiet and cool and resigned.  He took the risk of his life as part of his day’s work and made no fuss about it.  He was hopelessly ignorant and wildly conservative; he believed in England, and reckoned foreigners as a minor species.  His sinful insularity ran to ludicrous manifestations sometimes.  An old coaster was once beating up for his own harbour and trying to save the tide.  A little Danish brig got a slant of wind and rattled in over the bar, while the collier had to stand off for six hours.  The captain was gravely indignant at this mischance, and, sighing, said, “Ah!  God cares far more for them furriners than He does for His own countrymen.”

As he grew in years his temper became worse, and his girth greater.  The violent exertion of his earlier days was exchanged for the ease of a man who had nothing to do but stand about, eat, sleep, and throw things at cabin-boys.  He had all the peremptory disposition of an Eastern tyrant; and the notion of being called to account for any one of his doings would have thrown him into apoplectic surprise.  So he lived out his days, working his old tub up and down the coast with marvellous skill, beating his boy, roaring songs when his vessel lay in the Pool, and lamenting the good times gone by.  When at last his joints grew too stiff, and other troubles of age came upon him, he settled ashore in some little cottage and devoted himself to quiet meditation of a pessimistic kind.  Every morning he rolled down to the quay and criticised with cruel acuteness the habits of the younger generation of mariners; every evening he took his place in the tavern parlour and instructed the assembled skippers.  At last the time came for him to go:  then the men whom he had scored with ropes’-ends in his day were the first to mourn him and to speak with admiration of his educational methods.