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he call her "Yeoman Flyte" without looking like, being, a fool? Well, if he was fool enough to lose his net he was fool enough to be formal with an ex-mistress. "Yeoman Flyte," he said, "where does the extract leave us?" In her calm voice she told them all: "Penetrating the few obscure words, it appears to mean that until Convoy Year 72 the Charter was regularly violated, with the connivance of successive captains. I suggest that we consider violating it once more, to survive." The Charter, It was a sort of ground swell of their ethical life, learned early, paid homage every Sunday when they were rigged for church. It was inscribed in phosphor-bronze plates on Monday mast of every ship at sea, and the wording was always the same. IN RETURN FOR THE SEA AND ITS BOUNTY WE RENOUNCE AND ABJURE FOR OURSELVES AND OUR DESCENDANTS THE LAND FROM WHICH WE SPRUNG: FOR THE COMMON GOOD OF WE SET SAIL FOREVER. At least half of them were unconsciously murmuring the words. Retired Sailmaker Hodgins rose, shaking, "Blasphemy!" he said. "The woman should be bowspritted!" The chaplain said thoughtfully: "I know a little more about what constitutes blasphemy than Sailmaker Hodgins, I be- lieve, and assure you that he is mistaken. It is a superstitious error to believe that there is any religious sanction for the Charter. It is no ordinance of God but a contract between men." "It is a Revelation!" Hodgins shouted. "A Revelation! It is the newest testament! It is God's finger pointing the way to the clean hard life at sea, away from the grubbing and filth, from the overbreeding and the sickness!" That was a common view. "What about my children?" demanded the Chief Inspector. "Does God want them to starve or be be " She could not finish the question, but the last unspoken word of it rang in all their minds. Eaten. Aboard some ships with an accidental preponderance of the elderly, aboard other ships where some blazing person- ality generations back had raised the Charter to a powerful cult, suicide might have been voted. Aboard other ships where nothing extraordinary had happened in six generations, where things had been easy and the knack and tradition of hard decision making had been lost, there might have been confusion and inaction and the inevitable degeneration into savagery. Aboard Salter's ship the Council voted to send a small party ashore to investigate. They used every imagi- nable euphemism to describe the action, took six hours to make up their minds, and sat at last on the fantail cringing a little, as if waiting for a thunderbolt. The shore party would consist of Salter, Captain; Plyte, Archivist; Pemberton, Junior Chaplain; Graves, Chief In- spector. Salter climbed to his conning top on Friday mast, consulted a chart from the archives, and gave the order through speak- ing tube to the tiller gang: "Change course red four degrees." The repeat came back incredulously. "Execute," he said. The ship creaked as eighty men heaved the tiller; imperceptibly at first the wake began to curve behind them. Ship Starboard 30 departed from its ancient station; across a mile of sea the bosun's whistles could be heard from Star- board 31 as she put on sail to close the gap. "They might have signaled something." Salter thought, dropping his glasses at last on his chest. But the masthead of Starboard 31 remained bare of all but its commission pen- nant. He whistled up his signals officer and pointed to their own pennant. "Take that thing down," he said hoarsely, and went below to his cabin. The new course would find them at last riding off a place the map described as New York City. Salter issued what he expected would be his last commands to Lieutenant Zwingli; the whaleboat was waiting in its dav- its; the other three were in it. "You'll keep your station here as well as you're able," said the captain. "If we live, we'll be back in a couple of months. Should we not return, that would be a potent argument against beaching the ship and attempting to live off the con- tinent but it will be your problem then and not mine." They exchanged salutes. Salter sprang into the whaleboat, signaled the deck hands standing by at the ropes, and the long creaking descent began. Salter, Captain, age forty; unmarried ex offlcio; parents Clayton Salter, master instrument maintenanceman, and Eva Romano, chief dietician; selected from dame school age ten for A Track training; seamanship school eertifieate at age sixteen, navigation certificate at age twenty, First Lieuten- ants School age twenty-four, commissioned ensign age twenty- four, lieutenant at thirty, commander at thirty-two, com- missioned captain and succeeded to command of Ship Star- board 30 the same year. Flyte, Archivist, age twenty-five; unmarried; parents Jo- sepy Flyte, entertainer, and Jessie Waggoner, entertainer; completed dame school age fourteen, B Track training; Yeo- man's School certificate at age sixteen, Advanced Yeoman's School certificate at age eighteen; efficiency rating, 3.5. Pemberton, Chaplain, age thirty; married to Riva Shields, nurse; no children by choice; parents Will Pemberton, master distiller-watertender, and Agnea Hunt, felter-machinist's mate; completed dame school age twelve, B Track training; Divinity School Certificate at age twenty; midstarboard watch curate, later fore-starboard chaplain. Graves, Chief Inspector, age thirty-four; married to George Omany, blacksmith third class; two children; completed dame school age fifteen; Inspectors School Certificate at age six- teen; inspector third class, second class, first class, master inspector, then chief; efficiency rating, 4.0; three commend- ations. Versus the Continent of North America. They all rowed for an hour; then a shoreward breeze came up and Salter stepped the mast. "Ship your oars," he said and then wished he dared countermand the order. Now they would have time to think of what they were doing. The very water they sailed was different in color from the deep water they knew, and different in its way of moving. The life in it "Great God!" Mrs. Graves cried, pointing astern, It was a huge fish, half the size of their boat. It surfaced lazily and slipped beneath the water in an uninterrupted arc, They had seen steel-gray skin, not scales, and a great slit of a mouth. Slater said, shaken: "Unbelievable. Still, I suppose in the unfished offshore waters a few of the large forms survive. And the intermediate sizes to feed them And foot-long smaller sizes to feed them, and " Was it mere arrogant presumption that Man had per- manently changed the life of the sea? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |