第4章

I had slept well in the Night，and was now no more Sea sick：but very chearful，looking with Wonder upon the Sea that was so rough and terrible the Day before，and could be so calm and so pleasant in so little time after. And now least my good Resolutions should continue，my Companion，who had indeed entic'd me away，comes to me，Well Bob，says he，clapping me on the Shoulder，How do you do after it？ I warrant you were frighted，wa'n't you，last Night，when it blew but a Cap full of Wind？ A Cap full d'you call it？ said I，'twas a terrible Storm：A Storm，you Fool you，replies he，do you call that a Storm，why it was nothing at all；give us but a good Ship and Sea Room，and we think nothing of such a Squal of Wind as that；but you're but a fresh Water Sailor，Bob；come let us make a Bowl of Punch and we'll forget all that，d'ye see what charming Weather 'tis now. To make short this sad Part of my Story，we went the old way of all Sailors，the Punch was made，and I was made drunk with it，and in that one Night's Wickedness I drowned all my Repentance，all my Reflections upon my past Conduct，and all my Resolutions for my future. In a word，as the Sea was returned to its Smoothness of Surface and settled Calmness by the Abatement of that Storm，so the Hurry of my Thoughts being over，my Fears and Apprehensions of being swallow'd up by the Sea being forgotten，and the Current of my former Desires return'd，I entirely forgot the Vows and Promises that I made in my Distress. I found indeed some Intervals of Reflection，and the serious Thoughts did，as it were endeavour to return again sometimes，but I shook them off，and rouz'd my self from them as it were from a Distemper，and applying my self to Drink and Company，Soon master'd the Return of those Fits，for so I call'd them，and I had in five or six Days got as compleat a Victory over Conscience as any young Fellow that resolv'd not to be troubled with it，could desire：But I was to have another Trial for it still；and Providence，as in such Cases generally it does，resolv'd to leave me entirely without Excuse. For if I would not take this for a Deliverance，the next was to be such a one as the worst and most harden'd Wretch among us would confess both the Danger and the Mercy.

The sixth Day of our being at Sea we came into Yarmouth Roads；the Wind having been contrary，and the Weather calm，we had made but little Way since the Storm. Here we were obliged to come to an Anchor，and here we lay，the Wind continuing contrary，viz. at South-west，for seven or eight Days，during which time a great many Ships from Newcastle came into the same Roads，as the common Harbour where the Ships might wait for a Wind for the River.

We had not however rid here so long，but should have Tided it up the River，but that the Wind blew too fresh；and after we had lain four or five Days，blew very hard. However，the Roads being reckoned as good as a Harbour，the Anchorage good，and our Ground-Tackle very strong，our Men were unconcerned，and not in the least apprehensive of Danger，but spent the Time in Rest and Mirth，after the manner of the Sea；but the eighth Day in the Morning，the Wind increased，and we had all Hands at Work to strike our Top-Masts，and make every thing snug and close，that the Ship might ride as easy as possible. By Noon the Sea went very high indeed，and our Ship rid Forecastle in，shipp'd several Seas，and we thought once or twice our Anchor had come home；upon which our Master order'd out the Sheet Anchor；so that we rode with two Anchors a-Head，and the Cables vered out to the better End.

By this Time it blew a terrible Storm indeed，and now I began to see Terror and Amazement in the Faces even of the Seamen themselves. The Master，tho' vigilant to the Business of preserving the Ship，yet as he went in and out of his Cabbin by me，I could hear him softly to himself say several times，Lord be merciful to us，we shall be all lost，we shall be all undone；and the like. During these first Hurries，I was stupid，lying still in my Cabbin，which was in the Steerage，and cannot describe my Temper：I could ill reassume the first Penitence，which I had so apparently trampled upon，and harden'd my self against：I thought the Bitterness of Death had been past，and that this would be nothing too like the first. But when the Master himself came by me as I said just now，and said we should be all lost，I dreadfully frighted：I got up out of my Cabbin，and look'd out；but such a dismal Sight I never saw：The Sea went Mountains high，and broke upon us every three or four Minutes：When I could look about，I could see nothing but Distress round us：Two Ships that rid near us we found had cut their Masts by the Board，being deep loaden；and our Men cry'd out，that a Ship which rid about a Mile a-Head of us was foundered. Two more Ships being driven from their Anchors，were run out of the Roads to Sea at all Adventures，and that was not a Mast standing. The light Ships fared the best；as not so much labouring in the Sea；but two or three of them drove，and came close by us，running away with only their Sprit-sail out before the Wind.

Towards Evening the Mate and Boat-Swain begg'd the Master of our Ship to let them cut away the Foremast，which he was very unwilling to：But the Boat-Swain protesting to him，that if he did not，the Ship would founder，he consented；and when they had cut away the Foremast，the Main-Mast stood so loose，and shook the Ship so much，they were obliged to cut her away also，and make a clear Deck.