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soon it was hanging dripping at the bows; soon the sails began to
draw, and the land and shipping to flit by on either side; and
before I could lie down to snatch an hour of slumber the
Hispaniola had begun her voyage to the Isle of Treasure.
I am not going to relate that voyage in detail. It was fairly
prosperous. The ship proved to be a good ship, the crew were
capable seamen, and the captain thoroughly understood his
business. But before we came the length of Treasure Island, two
or three things had happened which require to be known.
Mr. Arrow, first of all, turned out even worse than the captain
had feared. He had no command among the men, and people did
what they pleased with him. But that was by no means the worst
of it, for after a day or two at sea he began to appear on deck with
hazy eye, red cheeks, stuttering tongue, and other marks of
drunkenness. Time after time he was ordered below in disgrace.
Sometimes he fell and cut himself; sometimes he lay all day long in
his little bunk at one side of the companion; sometimes for a day
or two he would be almost sober and attend to his work at least
In the meantime, we could never make out where he got the
drink. That was the ship’s mystery. Watch him as we pleased, we
could do nothing to solve it; and when we asked him to his face, he
would only laugh if he were drunk, and if he were sober deny
solemnly that he ever tasted anything but water.
He was not only useless as an officer and a bad influence
amongst the men, but it was plain that at this rate he must soon
kill himself outright, so nobody was much surprised, nor very
sorry, when one dark night, with a head sea, he disappeared
entirely and was seen no more.