“Open fancee shop again. Sell muchee tea, basket, shell, culios, fo’ Inglis people. Glow tow-chang velly long. Wait till Mr Hellick come back with jolly sailo’ boy, fight pilate.”

And with that understanding, which was doomed never to be fulfilled, we parted.

For the next morning the men were singing—

“Huzza! we’re homeward bou-ou-ound. Huzza! we’re homeward bound.”

And homeward we all—including Tom Jecks, who soon recovered from his injury—returned in safety, HMS Teaser steaming gently one summer day into Plymouth Sound; and this is her log—my log—written by a boy. But that was years ago, and I’m an old boy now.

The End.


| [Chapter 1] | | [Chapter 2] | | [Chapter 3] | | [Chapter 4] | | [Chapter 5] | | [Chapter 6] | | [Chapter 7] | | [Chapter 8] | | [Chapter 9] | | [Chapter 10] | | [Chapter 11] | | [Chapter 12] | | [Chapter 13] | | [Chapter 14] | | [Chapter 15] | | [Chapter 16] | | [Chapter 17] | | [Chapter 18] | | [Chapter 19] | | [Chapter 20] | | [Chapter 21] | | [Chapter 22] | | [Chapter 23] | | [Chapter 24] | | [Chapter 25] | | [Chapter 26] | | [Chapter 27] | | [Chapter 28] | | [Chapter 29] | | [Chapter 30] | | [Chapter 31] | | [Chapter 32] | | [Chapter 33] | | [Chapter 34] | | [Chapter 35] | | [Chapter 36] | | [Chapter 37] | | [Chapter 38] | | [Chapter 39] | | [Chapter 40] | | [Chapter 41] | | [Chapter 42] | | [Chapter 43] | | [Chapter 44] | | [Chapter 45] |