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McCoy with incredulity and amazement。 That this barefooted
beachcomber should possess such high…sounding dignity was
inconceivable。 His cotton shirt； unbuttoned； exposed a grizzled chest and
the fact that there was no undershirt beneath。
A worn straw hat failed to hide the ragged gray hair。 Halfway down his
chest descended an untrimmed patriarchal beard。 In any slop shop； two
shillings would have outfitted him complete as he stood before them。
〃Any relation to the McCoy of the Bounty？〃 the captain asked。
〃He was my great…grandfather。〃
〃Oh；〃 the captain said； then bethought himself。 'my name is Davenport；
and this is my first mate； Mr。 Konig。〃
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They shook hands。
〃And now to business。〃 The captain spoke quickly； the urgency of a
great haste pressing his speech。 〃We've been on fire for over two weeks。
She's ready to break all hell loose any moment。 That's why I held for
Pitcairn。 I want to beach her； or scuttle her； and save the hull。〃
〃Then you made a mistake； Captain； said McCoy。 〃You should have
slacked away for Mangareva。 There's a beautiful beach there； in a lagoon
where the water is like a mill pond。〃
〃But we're here； ain't we？〃 the first mate demanded。 〃That's the point。
We're here； and we've got to do something。〃
McCoy shook his head kindly。
〃You can do nothing here。 There is no beach。 There isn't even
anchorage。〃
〃Gammon！〃 said the mate。 〃Gammon！〃 he repeated loudly； as the
captain signaled him to be more soft spoken。 〃You can't tell me that sort of
stuff。 Where d'ye keep your own boats； heyyour schooner； or cutter； or
whatever you have？ Hey？ Answer me that。〃
McCoy smiled as gently as he spoke。 His smile was a caress； an
embrace that surrounded the tired mate and sought to draw him into the
quietude and rest of McCoy's tranquil soul。
〃We have no schooner or cutter；〃 he replied。 〃And we carry our canoes
to the top of the cliff。〃
〃You've got to show me；〃 snorted the mate。 〃How d'ye get around to
the other islands； heh？ Tell me that。〃
〃We don't get around。 As governor of Pitcairn； I sometimes go。
When I was younger； I was away a great dealsometimes on the trading
schooners； but mostly on the missionary brig。 But she's gone now； and we
depend on passing vessels。 Sometimes we have had as high as six calls in
one year。 At other times； a year； and even longer； has gone by without one
passing ship。 Yours is the first in seven months。〃
〃And you mean to tell me〃 the mate began。
But Captain Davenport interfered。
〃Enough of this。 We're losing time。 What is to be done； Mr。 McCoy？〃
The old man turned his brown eyes； sweet as a woman's； shoreward；
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and both captain and mate followed his gaze around from the lonely rock
of Pitcairn to the crew clustering forward and waiting anxiously for the
announcement of a decision。 'mcCoy did not hurry。 He thought smoothly
and slowly； step by step； with the certitude of a mind that was never vexed
or outraged by life。
〃The wind is light now；〃 he said finally。 〃There is a heavy current
setting to the westward。〃
〃That's what made us fetch to leeward；〃 the captain interrupted；
desiring to vindicate his seamanship。
〃Yes； that is what fetched you to leeward；〃 McCoy went on。 〃Well；
you can't work up against this current today。 And if you did； there is no
beach。 Your ship will be a total loss。〃
He paused； and captain and mate looked despair at each other。
〃But I will tell you what you can do。 The breeze will freshen tonight
around midnightsee those tails of clouds and that thickness to windward；
beyond the point there？ That's where she'll come from； out of the southeast；
hard。 It is three hundred miles to Mangareva。 Square away for it。 There is
a beautiful bed for your ship there。〃
The mate shook his head。
〃Come in to the cabin； and we'll look at the chart；〃 said the captain。
McCoy found a stifling； poisonous atmosphere in the pent cabin。
Stray waftures of invisible gases bit his eyes and made them sting。 The
deck was hotter； almost unbearably hot to his bare feet。 The sweat poured
out of his body。 He looked almost with apprehension about him。 This
malignant； internal heat was astounding。 It was a marvel that the cabin did
not burst into flames。 He had a feeling as if of being in a huge bake oven
where the heat might at any moment increase tremendously and shrivel
him up like a blade of grass。
As he lifted one foot and rubbed the hot sole against the leg of his
trousers； the mate laughed in a savage； snarling fashion。
〃The anteroom of hell；〃 he said。 〃Hell herself is right down there under
your feet。〃
〃It's hot！〃 McCoy cried involuntarily； mopping his face with a bandana
handkerchief。
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〃Here's Mangareva；〃 the captain said； bending over the table and
pointing to a black speck in the midst of the white blankness of the chart。
〃And here； in between； is another island。 Why not run for that？〃
McCoy did not look at the chart。
〃That's Crescent Island；〃 he answered。 〃It is uninhabited； and it is only
two or three feet above water。 Lagoon； but no entrance。 No； Mangareva is
the nearest place for your purpose。〃
〃Mangareva it is； then；〃 said Captain Davenport； interrupting the
mate's growling objection。 〃Call the crew aft； Mr。 Konig。〃
The sailors obeyed； shuffling wearily along the deck and painfully
endeavoring to make haste。 Exhaustion was evident in every movement。
The cook came out of his galley to hear； and the cabin boy hung about
near him。
When Captain Davenport had explained the situation and announced
his intention of running for Mangareva； an uproar broke out。 Against a
background of throaty rumbling arose inarticulate cries of rage； with here
and there a distinct curse； or word； or phrase。 A shrill Cockney voice
soared and dominated for a moment； crying： 〃Gawd！ After bein' in ell for
fifteen daysan' now e wants us to sail this floatin' ell to sea again？〃
The captain could not control them； but McCoy's gentle presence
seemed to rebuke and calm them； and the muttering and cursing died away；
until the full crew； save here and there an anxious face directed at the
captain； yearned dumbly toward the green clad peaks and beetling coast of
Pitcairn。
Soft as a spring zephyr was the voice of McCoy：
〃Captain； I thought I heard some of them say they were starving。〃
〃Ay；〃 was the answer； 〃and so we are。 I've had a sea biscuit and a
spoonful of salmon in the last two days。 We're on whack。 You see； when
we discovered the fire； we battened down immediately to suffocate the fire。
And then we found how little food there was in the pantry。 But it was too
late。 We didn't dare break out the lazarette。 Hungry？ I'm just as hungry as
they are。〃
He spoke to the men again； and again the throat rumbling and cursing
arose； their faces convulsed and animal…like with rage。 The second and
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third mates had joined the captain； standing behind him at the break of the
poop。 Their faces were set and expressionless； they seemed bored； more
than anything else； by this mutiny of the crew。 Captain Davenport glanced
questioningly at his first mate； and that person merely shrugged his
shoulders in token of his helplessness。
〃You see；〃 the captain said to McCoy； 〃you can't compel sailors to
leave the safe land and go to sea on a burning vessel。 She has been their
floating coffin for over two weeks now。 They are worked out； and starved
out； and they've got enough of her。 We'll beat up for Pitcairn。〃
But the wind was light； the Pyrenees