第 11 节
作者:津鸿一瞥      更新:2021-11-05 20:37      字数:2369
  White on the black water。  A phosphorescent flash passed under it。
  What was that thing? 。 。 。 I recognized my own floppy hat。
  It must have fallen off his head 。 。 。 and he didn't bother。
  Now I had what I wantedthe saving mark for my eyes。
  But I hardly thought of my other self; now gone from the ship;
  to be hidden forever from all friendly faces; to be a fugitive
  and a vagabond on the earth; with no brand of the curse on his
  sane forehead to stay a slaying hand 。 。 。 too proud to explain。
  And I watched the hatthe expression of my sudden pity for his mere flesh。
  It had been meant to save his homeless head from the dangers of the sun。
  And nowbeholdit was saving the ship; by serving me for a mark to help
  out the ignorance of my strangeness。  Ha!  It was drifting forward;
  warning me just in time that the ship had gathered sternaway。
  〃Shift the helm;〃 I said in a low voice to the seaman standing still
  like a statue。
  The man's eyes glistened wildly in the binnacle light as he jumped
  round to the other side and spun round the wheel。
  I walked to the break of the poop。  On the over…shadowed deck
  all hands stood by the forebraces waiting for my order。
  The stars ahead seemed to be gliding from right to left。
  And all was so still in the world that I heard the quiet remark;
  〃She's round;〃 passed in a tone of intense relief between two seamen。
  〃Let go and haul。〃
  The foreyards ran round with a great noise; amidst cheery cries。
  And now the frightful whiskers made themselves heard giving various orders。
  Already the ship was drawing ahead。  And I was alone with her。
  Nothing! no one in the world should stand now between us; throwing a shadow
  on the way of silent knowledge and mute affection; the perfect communion
  of a seaman with his first command。
  Walking to the taffrail; I was in time to make out; on the very edge
  of a darkness thrown by a towering black mass like the very gateway
  of Erebusyes; I was in time to catch an evanescent glimpse of my
  white hat left behind to mark the spot where the secret sharer
  of my cabin and of my thoughts; as though he were my second self;
  had lowered himself into the water to take his punishment:
  a free man; a proud swimmer striking out for a new destiny。
  End