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The

The

endless

endless

ballad

ballad

had

had

come

come

to

to

an

an

end

end

at

at

last

last

,

,

and

and

the

the

whole

whole

diminished

diminished

company

company

about

about

the

the

camp-fire

camp-fire

had

had

broken

broken

into

into

the

the

chorus

chorus

I

I

had

had

heard

heard

so

so

often

often

:

:

"

Fifteen

men

on

the

dead

man

's

chest

--

Yo-ho-ho

,

and

a

bottle

of

rum

!

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Drink

and

the

devil

had

done

for

the

rest

--

Yo-ho-ho

,

and

a

bottle

of

rum

!

"

I

was

just

thinking

how

busy

drink

and

the

devil

were

at

that

very

moment

in

the

cabin

of

the

Hispaniola

,

when

I

was

surprised

by

a

sudden

lurch

of

the

coracle

.

At

the

same

moment

,

she

yawed

sharply

and

seemed

to

change

her

course

.

The

speed

in

the

meantime

had

strangely

increased

.

I

opened

my

eyes

at

once

.

All

round

me

were

little

ripples

,

combing

over

with

a

sharp

,

bristling

sound

and

slightly

phosphorescent

.

The

Hispaniola

herself

,

a

few

yards

in

whose

wake

I

was

still

being

whirled

along

,

seemed

to

stagger

in

her

course

,

and

I

saw

her

spars

toss

a

little

against

the

blackness

of

the

night

;

nay

,

as

I

looked

longer

,

I

made

sure

she

also

was

wheeling

to

the

southward

.

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I

glanced

over

over

my

my

shoulder

shoulder

,

,

and

and

my

my

heart

heart

jumped

jumped

against

against

my

my

ribs

ribs

.

.

There

,

right

behind

me

,

was

the

glow

of

the

camp-fire

.

The

The

current

current

had

had

turned

turned

at

at

right

right

angles

angles

,

,

sweeping

sweeping

round

round

along

along

with

with

it

it

the

the

tall

tall

schooner

schooner

and

and

the

the

little

little

dancing

dancing

coracle

coracle

;

;

ever

ever

quickening

quickening

,

,

ever

bubbling

bubbling

higher

higher

,

,

ever

ever

muttering

muttering

louder

louder

,

,

it

it

went

went

spinning

spinning

through

through

the

the

narrows

narrows

for

the

the

open

open

sea

sea

.

.

Suddenly

the

schooner

in

front

of

me

gave

a

violent

yaw

,

turning

,

perhaps

,

through

twenty

degrees

;

and

almost

at

the

same

moment

one

shout

followed

another

from

on

board

;

I

could

hear

feet

pounding

on

the

companion

ladder

and

I

knew

that

the

two

drunkards

had

at

last

been

interrupted

in

their

quarrel

and

awakened

to

a

sense

of

their

disaster

.

I

lay

down

flat

in

the

bottom

of

that

wretched

skiff

and

devoutly

recommended

my

spirit

to

its

Maker

.

At

the

end

of

the

straits

,

I

made

sure

we

must

fall

into

some

bar

of

raging

breakers

,

where

all

my

troubles

would

be

ended

speedily

;

and

though

I

could

,

perhaps

,

bear

to

die

,

I

could

not

bear

to

look

upon

my

fate

as

it

approached

.

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