THE coracle - as I had ample reason to know before I was done with her - was a very safe boat for a person of my height and weight, both buoyant and clever in a seaway; but she was the most cross- grained lop-sided craft to manage. Do as you please, she always made more leeway than anything else, and turning round and round was the manoeuvre¹ she was best at. Even Ben Gunn himself has admitted that she was `queer to handle till you knew her way.'

Certainly I did not know her way. She turned in every direction but the one I was bound to go; the most part of the time we were broadside on, and I am very sure I never should have made the ship at all but for the tide. By good fortune, paddle as I pleased, the tide was still sweeping² me down; and there lay the Hispaniola right in the fairway, hardly to be missed.

First she loomed³ before me like a blot⁴ of something yet blacker than darkness, then her spars and hull⁵ began to take shape, and the next moment, as it seemed (for, the further I went, the brisker grew the current of the ebb), I was alongside of her hawser⁶, and had laid hold.

The hawser was as taut⁷ as a bowstring, and the current so strong she pulled upon her anchor. All round the hull, in the blackness, the rippling⁸ current bubbled and chattered⁹ like a little mountain stream. One cut with my sea-gully, and the Hispaniola would go humming down the tide.

So far so good; but it next occurred to my recollection that a taut hawser, suddenly cut, is a thing as dangerous as a kicking horse. Ten to one, if I were so foolhardy as to cut the Hispaniola from her anchor, I and the coracle would be knocked clean out of the water.

This brought me to a full stop, and if fortune had not again particularly favoured me, I should have had to abandon my design. But the light airs which had begun blowing from the south-east and south had hauled round after nightfall into the south-west. Just while I was meditating¹⁰, a puff¹¹ came, caught the Hispaniola, and forced her up into the current; and to my great joy, I felt the hawser slacken in my grasp, and the hand by which I held it dip for a second under water.

With that I made my mind up, took out my gully, opened it with my teeth, and cut one strand¹² after another, till the vessel¹³ swung only by two. Then I lay quiet, waiting to sever¹⁴ these last when the strain should be once more lightened by a breath of wind.

All this time I had heard the sound of loud voices from the cabin; but, to say truth, my mind had been so entirely¹⁵ take up with other thoughts that I had scarcely given ear. Now, however, when I had nothing else to do, I began to pay more heed¹⁶.

One I recognised for the coxswain's, Israel Hands, that had been Flint's gunner in former days. The other was, of course, my friend of the red night-cap. Both men were plainly the worse of drink, and they were still drinking; for, even while I was listening, one of them, with a drunken cry, opened the stern window and threw out something, which I divined to be an empty bottle. But they were not only tipsy; it was plain that they were furiously angry. Oaths flew like hailstones, and every now and then there came forth¹⁷ such an explosion as I thought was sure to end in blows. But each time the quarrel passed off, and the voices grumbled¹⁸ lower for a while, until the next crisis came, and, in its turn, passed away without result.

On shore, I could see the glow of the great camp fire burning warmly through the shore-side trees. Someone was singing, a dull, old, droning sailor's song, with a droop¹⁹ and a quaver at the end of every verse, and seemingly no end to it at all but the patience of the singer. I had heard it on the voyage more than once, and remembered these words:--

`But one man of her crew alive, What put to sea with seventy-five.'

And I thought it was a ditty rather too dolefully appropriate for a company that had met such cruel losses in the morning. But, indeed, from what I saw, all these buccaneers were as callous²⁰ as the sea they sailed on.

At last the breeze came; the schooner²¹ sidled and drew nearer in the dark; I felt the hawser slacken once more, and with a good, tough effort, cut the last fibres through.

The breeze had but little action on the coracle, and I was almost instantly swept against the bows of the Hispaniola. At the same time the schooner began to turn upon her heel, spinning slowly, end for end, across the current.

I wrought²² like a fiend, for I expected every moment to be swamped; and since I found I could not push the coracle directly off, I now shoved straight astern. At length I was clear of my dangerous neighbour; and just as I gave the last impulsion, my hands came across a light cord that was trailing overboard across the stern bulwarks²³. Instantly I grasped it.

Why I should have done so I can hardly say. It was at first mere²⁴ instinct; but once I had it in my hands and found it fast, curiosity began to get the upper hand, and I determined²⁵ I should have one look through the cabin window.

I pulled in hand over hand on the cord, and, when I judged myself near enough, rose at infinite risk to about half my height, and thus commanded the roof and a slice of the interior of the cabin.

By this time the schooner and her little consort²⁶ were gliding²⁷ pretty swiftly through the water; indeed, we had already fetched up level with the camp fire. The ship was talking, as sailors say, loudly, treading the innumerable ripples²⁸ with an incessant²⁹ weltering splash; and until I got my eye above the window-sill I could not comprehend why the watchmen had taken no alarm. One glance, however, was sufficient; and it was only one glance that I durst take from that unsteady skiff. It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle³⁰, each with a hand upon the other's throat.

I dropped upon the thwart³¹ again, none too soon, for I was near overboard. I could see nothing for the moment but these two furious, encrimsoned faces, swaying together under the smoky lamp; and I shut my eyes to let them grow once more familiar with the darkness.

The endless ballad³² had come to an end at last, and the whole diminished company about the camp fire had broken into the chorus I had heard so often:--

`Fifteen men on the dead man's chest - Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! 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, where I was surprised by a sudden lurch³³ 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, bristling³⁴ 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; nay³⁵, as I looked longer, I made sure she also was wheeling to the southward.

I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart jumped against my ribs³⁶. There, right behind me, was the glow of the camp fire. The current had turned at right angles, sweeping round along with it the tall schooner and the little dancing coracle; ever quickening, ever bubbling higher, ever muttering louder, it went spinning through the narrows for the open 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 awakened³⁷ to a sense of their disaster.

I lay down flat in the bottom of that wretched skiff, and devoutly³⁸ recommended my spirit to its Maker³⁹. 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.

So I must have lain for hours, continually beaten to and fro upon the billows, now and again wetted with flying sprays, and never ceasing to expect death at the next plunge⁴⁰. Gradually weariness grew upon me; a numbness⁴¹, an occasional stupor⁴², fell upon my mind even in the midst of my terrors; until sleep at last supervened, and in my sea-tossed coracle I lay and dreamed of home and the old `Admiral Benbow.'

那只小艇对于我这样体重和身高的人来说，非常安全。我有充分的体会，直到不再用它为止。小艇既轻便又灵巧，但划起来又很别扭，好向一边偏。无论你怎样划，它总是比其他船更好偏向下风方向，还来回打转，且精于此道。甚至本·葛恩自己也承认，这小船“不好对付，除非你摸透了它的脾气”。

我当然不知道它的脾气。它能转向任何一个方向，就是不肯走我要去的方向，我大部分时间坐在船的内侧，要不是有潮水帮助，我相信我这辈子也无法靠近大船。算我运气好，无论我怎样划，潮水始终把我往下冲，而伊斯班袅拉号正巧在航道上，错过它也不太可能。

大船最初黑糊糊的一团出现在我面前。渐渐地显现出桅杆。帆桁和船体。紧接着由于我愈往前，退潮愈急，小船已接近锚索了，我就立刻把它抓在手里。

锚索绷得像弓弦一样紧，可见用多大的力量才把船拴住。夜色中泛着细浪的潮水在船身周围汩汩作响，犹如山间流淌的泉水。只要我用刀把锚索砍断，船就会被潮水冲走。

到目前为止，一切都很顺利，但我忽然意识到，绷紧的绳索一经砍断，我的小船就会像被马蹄踢了一样翻进水里。这是由于小船与大船的比例相差太悬殊了。

一想到这儿，我就停了下来，如果不是幸运之神再次垂青于我，我可能会干脆放弃原来的打算。但正在此时，从东南面，一会儿又从南面吹来的微风，在夜色中转成了西南风。我正在犹豫不决时，一阵风吹来，潮水把伊斯班袅拉号高高拱起。令我喜出望外的是被我抓紧的锚索松了一下，有那么一瞬间，我的手浸人了水中。

于是我当机立断，掏出折刀，用牙齿把它拉开，开始一股股地割断绳索，直剩下最后两股绳牵紧船身。于是我停了一会儿，静候下一阵风能再次使锚索松弛下来，以便割断最后两股。

整个这段时间，我一直听到从船舱里传出的大声谈话，但是，说句实话，我的心思一直在别的事情上，压根儿没去听。然而现在由于我没有什么事可做，便开始留心听他们讲话。

我听出其中一个声音是副水手长伊斯莱尔·汉兹的，他曾经做过弗林特的炮手。另一个声音，当然是出自那个戴红帽子的家伙。两个人显然已酒醉如泥，但还在喝。因为在我侧耳聆听时，他们中的一个推开尾窗，随着一声大喊，扔出一件东西来，我猜是一只空酒瓶。但他们不光是喝醉了，看起来还暴跳如雷，吵骂声像雹子一样，不时达到高潮。我总以为这次定会打起来，但是每次对骂都会平息下去，声音逐渐压下来，转为嘟囔声。过一会儿，危机重新爆发，但又会转危为安。

在岸上，我可以看到一大堆熊熊燃烧的篝火，从岸边的树丛中透出红光来，有人在唱一首老歌，一支单调的水手歌谣。歌谣的每一句的尾音都唱得发颤，都要降低，没完没了，除非唱歌的人自己不耐烦了才不唱了。在航行中我听到过不只一次，还记得其中两句是这样的：

　　七十五个汉子驾船出海；只剩一人活着回来。

我想对于今天早上伤亡惨重的一群海盗来说，这只悲伤的调子再合适不过了。但是，接下来我看到的是，这群海盗同大海一样对此毫无感觉。

终于又吹来一阵海风，大船在黑暗中侧着船身向我靠近了些，我感觉到锚素又松了一下，就用力把最后两股完全割断。

小艇只稍稍被风推了一下，我几乎一下子对准伊斯班袅拉号的船头撞去。与此同时，大帆船开始慢慢掉转船身，在潮水的带动下头尾倒了个过儿。

我拼命地划桨，时刻都提心吊胆怕被大船带翻。我发现我无论怎样也不能把小艇从大船身边划开，就手撑着大船把小艇划向大船尾部，这才逃离了险境。就在我撑罢最后一桨时，我的手仍然碰到一条从后舷墙上垂挂下来的绳子，就一下子把它抓在手里。

我为什么要抓住它，我自己也说不清楚。起初只是下意识的动作，但我既然已经抓住了它，并发现绳子另一端栓得很牢，好奇心开始占了上风。我决心要向船舱里面张望一下。

我两手交替地抓住绳子往大船上靠，当我估计已靠得够近时，就冒着生命危险升高大约半个身体，见到了船舱的舱顶和舱内的一个角落。

正在这时，大船和小艇正在迅速地顺着潮水向下滑，最终滑向和岸边的篝火一齐。按水手的说法，大船嗓门大，也就是溅起的哗哗的水声不绝于耳。但是在我的眼睛高过窗棂之前，我始终弄不清楚守卫的人为什么不发警报信号。在这么不稳的小船上我只能看一眼，但只这一眼就看得明明白白：原来汉兹和他的伙伴都用一只手掐住对方的脖子扭作一团，在做拼死的搏斗。

我又及时跳回到座板上，差一点儿就掉进水里。刹时间我什么也看不见，只有两张凶神恶煞似的脸在熏黑了的灯下晃荡着，显得通红。我闭上眼睛，让它们重新适应黑暗。

没完没了的歌谣终于停了下来。篝火旁所剩无几的海盗又唱起我听腻了的那个调子：

　　十五个汉子扒上了死人胸——哟——嗬——嗬，再来郎姆酒一大瓶！酗酒和魔鬼使其余的人都丧了命——哟——嗬——嗬，再来他郎姆酒一大瓶！

我正思量着，酒和魔鬼在这伊斯班袅拉号的船舱里想必正忙得不可开交，不曾想小艇突然一斜来了个急转弯，好像要改变航向，而这时我又突然感到小艇奇怪地加速了。

我立刻睁开双眼。我周围伴随有刺耳的流水声和波光粼粼的细浪。我始终未能脱离伊斯班袅拉号后面几码的漩涡，而大船本身好像也在摇摇摆摆地转变方向，我看见船的桅杆在漆黑的夜幕的映衬下颠了一下，就敢断定大船也正朝南转弯。

我回头一望，心吓得差点蹦出来，我背后就是红红的篝火。潮水已转向右边，把高高的大船和我那不断颠簸的小艇一并带走。水流愈来愈急，浪花愈溅愈高，潮声愈来愈响。潮水一路旋转着冲向那个狭小的口子向宽阔的海洋退去。

突然，我前面的大船猛地一歪，大约转了一个二十度的弯。几乎就在同时，从船上传来两次叫喊声，我听到了匆匆登上升降口梯子的脚步声。我知道两个醉鬼最终停止了那场搏斗，终于意识到灾难即将来临。

我趴在可怜的小艇底部，把我的灵魂虔诚地交给造物主安排。到了海峡的尽头，我相信我们必定会被汹涌的波浪所吞没，那时所有的烦恼都将消失得无影无踪。死对我来说并没什么可怕，可眼看着厄运临头却让我无法忍受。

我这样将近趴了几个小时，不断地被海浪抛来荡去。不时地被海浪打湿衣裳，每次都担心会被下一次大浪抛入海中。渐渐地，疲倦使我在惊恐万状的情况下打起盹来，最后终于睡着了。我躺在惊涛骇浪中的一叶小舟里，梦见了家乡和我的“本葆海军上将”老店。

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