A High Wind in Jamaica - Richard Hughes [29]
JOHN. Oh, hit her, Emily!
EMILY (_sleepily_). Hit her yourself.
HARRY. But, Marghie, why are we here?
(_No answer_.)
Emily, why are we here?
EMILY (_indifferently_). I don't know. I expect they just wanted to change us.
HARRY. I expect so. But they never _told_ us we were going to be changed.
EMILY. Grown-ups never _do_ tell us things.
4
THE CHILDREN ALL slept late, and all woke at the same moment as if by clockwork. They sat up, and yawned uniformly, and stretched the stiffness out of their legs and backs (they were lying on solid wood, remember).
The schooner was steady, and people tramping about the deck. The main-hold and fore-hold were all one: and from where they were they could see the main-hatch had been opened. The captain appeared through it legs first, and dropped onto the higgledy-piggledy of the _Clorinda's_ cargo.
For some time they simply stared at him. He looked uneasy, and was talking to himself as he tapped now this case with his pencil, now that; and presently shouted rather fiercely to people on deck.
"All right, all right," came from above the injured voice of the mate. "There's no such hurry as all that."
On which the captain's mutterings to himself swelled, as if ten people were conversing at once in his chest.
"May we getup yet?" asked Rachel.
Captain Jonsen spun round--he had forgotten their existence.
"Eh?"
"May we get up, please?"
"You can go to the debble." He muttered this so low the children did not hear it. But it was not lost on the mate.
"Hey! Ey! Fy!" he called down, reprovingly.
"Yes! Get up! Go on deck! Here!" The captain viciously set up a short ladder for them to climb through the hatch.
They were greatly astonished to find the schooner was no longer at sea. Instead, she was snugly moored against a little wooden wharf, in a pleasant land-locked bay; with a pleasant but untidy village, of white wooden houses with palm-leaf roofs, behind it; and the tower of a small sandstone church emerging from the abundant greenery. On the quay were a few well-dressed loungers, watching the preparations for unloading. The mate was directing the labors of the crew, who were rigging the cargo-gaff and getting ready for a hot morning's work.
The mate nodded cheerfully to the children, but thereafter took no notice of them, which was rather mortifying. The truth is that the man was busy.
At the same time there emerged from somewhere aft a collection of the oddest-looking young men. Margaret decided she had never seen such beautiful young men before. They were slim, yet nicely rounded: and dressed in exquisite clothes (if a trifle threadbare). But their faces! Those beautiful olive-tinted ovals! Those large, blackringed, soft brown eyes, those unnaturally carmine lips! They minced across the deck, chattering to each other in high-pitched tones, "twittering like a cage of linnets . . and made their way on shore.
"Who are they?" Emily asked the captain, who had just re-emerged from below.
"Who are who?" he murmured absently, without looking round. "Oh, those? Fairies."
"_Hey!_ _Yey!_ _Yey!_" cried the mate, more disapprovingly than ever.
"_Fairies?_" cried Emily in astonishment.
But Captain Jonsen began to blush. He went crimson from the nape of his neck to the bald patches on the top of his head, and left.
"He is _silly!_" said Emily.
"I wonder if we go onto the land yet," said Edward.
"We'd better wait until we're told, hadn't we, Emily?" said Harry.
"I didn't know England would be like this," said Rachel: "it's very like Jamaica."
"This isn't England," said John, "you stupid!"
"But it must be," said Rachel: "England's where we're going."
"We don't get to England yet," said John: "it must be somewhere we're stopping at, like when we got all those turtles."
"I like stopping at places," said Laura.
"I don't," said Rachel.
"I do, though," pursued Laura.
"Where are those young men gone?" Margaret asked the mate. "Are they coming back?"
"They'll just come back to be paid, after we've sold the cargo," he answered.
"Then