暗黑小说

PART V My Sea Adventure（第1页）

chapter22howibeganmyseaadventure

herewasnoreturnofthemutineers—notsomuchasanothershotoutofthewoods。theyhad"gottheirrationsforthatday，"asthecaptainputit，andwehadtheplacetoourselvesandaquiettimetooverhaulthewoundedandgetdinner。squireandicookedoutsideinspiteofthedanger，andevenoutsidewecouldhardlytellwhatwewereat，forhorroroftheloudgroansthatreachedusfromthedoctorspatients。

outoftheeightmenwhohadfallenintheaction，onlythreestillbreathed—thatoneofthepirateswhohadbeenshotattheloophole，hunter，andcaptainsllett;andofthese，thefirsttwowereasgoodasdead;themutineerindeeddiedunderthedoctorsknife，andhunter，dowhatwecould，neverrecoveredconsciousnessinthisworld。helingeredallday，aneerathomeinhisapoplecticfit，butthebonesofhischesthadbeencrushedbytheblowandhisskullfracturedinfalling，andsometimeinthefollowingnight，withoutsignorsound，hewenttohismaker。

asforthecaptain，hiswoundsweregrievousindeed，butnotdangerous。noorganwasfatallyinjured。andersonsball—foritwasjobthatshothimfirsthadbrokenhisshoulder-bladeandtouchedthe露ng，notbadly;thesecondhadonlytornanddisplacedsomemusclesinthecalf。hewassuretorecover，thedoctorsaid，butinthemeantime，andforweekstoe，hemustnotwalknorvehisarm，norsomuchasspeakwhenhecouldhelpit。

identalcutacrosstheknuckleswasaflea-bite。doctorliveseypatcheditupwithplasterandpulledmyearsformeintothebargain。

afterdinnerthesquireandthedoctorsatbythecaptainssideawhileinconsultation;andwhentheyhadtalkedtotheirheartscontent，itbeingthenalittlepastnoon，thedoctortookuphishatandpistols，girtonacutlass，putthechartinhispocket，andwithamusketoverhisshouldercrossedthepalisadeonthenorthsideandsetoffbrisklythroughthetrees。

grayandiweresittogetheratthefarendoftheblockhouse，tobeoutofearshotofourofficersconsul;andgraytookhispipeoutofhisuthandfairlyforgottoputitbackagain，sot混der-urrence。

"why，inthenameofdavyjones，"saidhe，"isdr。liveseymad?"

"whyno，"saysi。"hesaboutthelastofthiscrewforthat，itakeit。"

"well，shipmate，"saidgray，"madhemaynotbe;butifhesnot，youmarkmywords，ia"

"itakeit，"repliedi，"thedoctorhashisidea;andifiamright，hesgoingnowtoseebengunn。"

iwasright，asappearedlater;butinthemeantime，thehousebeingstiflinghotandthelittlepatchofsandinsidethepalisadeablazewithmiddaysun，ibegantogetanotherthoughtintomyhead，whichwasnotbyanymeanssoright。whatibegantodowastoenvythedoctorwalkinginthecoolshadowofthewoodswiththebirdsabouthimandthepleasantsmellofthepines，whileisatgrilling，withmyclothesstucktothehotresin，andsomuchbloodaboutmeandsomanypoordeadbodieslyingallaroundthatitookadisgustoftheplacethatwasalstasstrongasfear。

allthetimeiwaswashingouttheblockhouse，andthenwashingupthethingsfromdinner，thisdisgustandenvykeptgrowingstrongerandstronger，tillatlast，beingnearabread-bag，andnoohenobservingme，itookthefirststeptowardsmyescapadeandfilledbothpocketsofmycoatwithbiscuit。

iwasafool，ifyoulike，andcertainlyiwasgoingtodoafoolish，over-boldact;butiwasdeterminedtodoitwithalltheprecautionsinmypower。thesebiscuits，shouldanythingbefallme，wouldkeepme，atleast，fromstarvingtillfaroninthenextday。

thenextthingilaidholdofwasabraceofpistols，andasialreadyhadapowder-hornandbullets，ifeltmyselfwellsuppliedwitharms。

asfortheschemeihadinmyhead，itwasnotabadoneinitself。iwastogodownthesandyspitthatdividestheanchorageontheeastfromtheopensea，findthewhiterockihadobservedlastevening，andascertainwhetheritwasthereornotthatbengunnhadhiddenhisboat，athingquiteworthdoing，asistillbelieve。butasiwascertainishouldnotbeallowedtoleavetheenclosure，myonlyplanwastotakefrenchleaveandslipoutwhennobodywaswatching，andthatwassobadawayofdoingitasmadethethingitselfwrong。butiwasonlyaboy，andihadmademymindup。

well，asthingsatlastfellout，ifoundanadmirableopportunity。thesquireandgraywerebusyhelpingthecaptainwithhisbandages，thecoastwasclear，imadeaboltforitoverthestockadeandintothethickestofthetrees，andbeforemyabsencewasobservediwasoutofcryofmypanions。

thiswasmysecondfolly，farworsethanthefirst，asileftbuttwosoundmentoguardthehouse;butlikethefirst，itwasahelptowardssavingallofus。

itookmywaystraightfortheeastcoastoftheisland，foriwasdeterminedtogodowntheseasideofthespittoavoidallchanceofobservationfromtheanchorage。itwasalreadylateintheafternoon，althoughstillwarmandsunny。asicontinuedtothreadthetallwoods，icouldhearfromfarbeforemenotonlythecontinuoust混derofthesurf，butacertaintossingoffoliageandgrindingofboughswhichshowedmetheseabreezehadsetinhigherthanusual。sooncooldraughtsofairbegantoreachme，andafewstepsfarthericameforthintotheopenbordersofthegrove，andsawthesealyingb露eandsunnytothehorizonandthesurftumblingandtossingitsfoamalongthebeach。

ihaveneverseentheseaquietroundtreasureisland。thesunmightblazeoverhead，theairbewithoutabreath，thesurfacesothandb露e，butstillthesegreatrollerswouldberunningalongalltheexternalcoast，t混deringandt混deringbydayandnight;andiscarcebelievethereisonespotintheislandwhereamanwouldbeoutofearshotoftheirnoise。

iwalkedalongbesidethesurfwithgreatenjoyment，till，thinkingiwasnowgotfarenoughtothesouth，itookthecoverofsomethickbushesandcreptwaril玉ptotheridgeofthespit。

behindmewasthesea，infronttheanchorage。theseabreeze，asthoughithadthesoonerblownitselfoutbyitsunusualviolence，wasalreadyatanend;eededbylight，variableairsfromthesouthandsouth-east，reatbanksoffog;andtheanchorage，underleeofskeletonisland，laystillandleadenaswhenfirstweenteredit。thhispaniola，inthatunbrokenmirror，wasexactlyportrayedfromthetrucktothewaterline，thejollyrogerhangingfromherpeak。

alongsidelayoneofthegigs，silverinthesternsheets—himicouldalwaysrecognize—whileacoupleofmenwereleaningoverthesternbulwarks，oneofthemwitharedcap—theveryroguethatihadseensomehoursbeforestride-legsuponthepalisade。apparentlytheyweretalkingandlaughing，thoughatthatdistance—upwardsofamile—icould，ofcourse，hearnowordofwhatwassaid。allatoncetherebeganthesthorrid，unearthlyscreaming，whichatfirststartledmebadly，thoughihadsoonrememberedthevoiceofcaptainflintandeventhoughticouldmakeoutthebirdbyherbrightp露mageasshesatpercheduponhermasterswrist。

soonafter，thejolly-boatshovedoffandpulledforshore，andthemanwiththeredcapandhisradewentbelowbythecabinpanion。

justaboutthesametime，thesunhadgonedownbehindthespy-glass，andasthefogwascollecrapidly，itbegantogrowdarkinearnest。isawimustlosenotimeifiweretofindtheboatthatevening。

thewhiterock，visibleenoughabovethebrush，wasstillsomeeighthofamilefurtherdownthespit，andittookmeagoodishwhiletogetupwithit，crawling，oftenonallfours，angthescrub。nighthadalstewhenilaidmyhandonitsroughsides。rightbelowittherewasanexceedinglysmallhollowofgreenturf，hiddenbybanksandathickunderwoodaboutknee-deep，thatgrewthereveryplentifully;andinthecentreofthedell，sureenough，alittletentofgoat-skins，likewhatthegipsiescarryaboutwiththeminengland。