Then I call him very officially by the title which has just been restored to him: "Master of the Watch."
It was only to shake him by the hand, to wish him good luck and good night before I went to bed.
[5]The regulation order. On board the crew is divided into a number of groups, each forming a gun's crew. The master-gunner and the loaders escort the men of their group and awaken those who replace them for the watch.
[CHAPTER LXXXV]
"Haul away there, Goulven!"
It was a difficult boarding. I had come, in a cutter from the Primauguet, to examine a suspicious-looking whaling ship, which showed no flag.
In the southern ocean, still; near the Isle of Tonga, and to windward of it. The Primauguet itself was anchored in a bay of the island, within the line of reefs, in the shelter of a coral bank. The whaler lay off-shore almost in the open sea, as if in readiness for flight, and the swell was heavy about her.
I had been sent with a party to reconnoitre her, to "speak" to her as we say in the navy.
"Haul away there, Goulven! Haul!"
I looked up at the man who was called Goulven; he was the one, who, on the deck of the equivocal craft, held the rope which had just been thrown to me. And I was struck by his face, by his familiar look: he was another Yves, not so young, more sunburnt and more athletic perhaps—harsher in feature, as one who had suffered more—but he was so like him in the eyes, in the expression, that he looked to me like his double.