Masters became aware of the near approach of someone along the quarterdeck it was the new arrival under the escort of the midshipman of the watch, who, after pointing Masters out, retired to the mainchains again. At last the boat reappeared in Master’s field of vision the women had shoved off and were setting a scrap of lugsail, under which the boat, now without its passenger, went swooping back towards Portsmouth, leaping on the waves like a steeplechaser. There was a long delay apparently the officer had some difficulty in getting up the ship’s side.
Masters, the lieutenant of the watch, could see he was sheltering as best he could in the lee of the mizzen-mast bitts, and in obedience to the order of the midshipman of the watch the boat drew up towards the mainchains and passed out of his sight. “Aye aye” came back the answering hail from the lusty lungs of the woman at the stroke oar by the curious and ages-old convention of the Navy the reply meant that the boat had an officer on board–presumably the huddled figure in the sternsheets looking more like a heap of trash with a boat-cloak thrown over it.
It slowly drew up along the starboard side of the Justinian, and as it approached the mainchains the midshipman of the watch hailed it. The oarswoman in the bow knew her business, and with rapid glances over her shoulder not only kept the boat on its course but turned the bows into the worst of the waves to keep from capsizing. A shore boat was on its way out to her, propelled by oars in the hands of two sturdy women it danced madly on the steep little waves, now and then putting its nose into one and sending a sheet of spray flying aft. So hard and so long had the gale blown that even in the sheltered waters of Spithead the battleship moved uneasily at her anchors, pitching a little in the choppy seas, and snubbing herself against the tautened cables with unexpected jerks. A January gale was roaring up the Channel, blustering loudly, and bearing in its bosom rain squalls whose big drops rattled loudly on the tarpaulin clothing of those among the officers and men whose duties kept them on deck.
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