He went into the pavilion to search for pens and paper, while Captain Barker stepped down to the Fish and Anchor to borrow a bottle of ink.
"There must be preliminaries," the little man observed, returning and setting the ink down in the centre of the rustic table, on which already lay a bundle of old quills and some quarto sheets of yellow paper.
"As for instance?"
"Imprimis, a thick folio book for me to sit on. The carpenter built this table after your measure."
"I will fetch one."
"Also more beer."
"I will draw some."
"Thirdly, a time-keeper. My stomach's empty, but it can hold out for another hour. We'll give ourselves an hour; start together and finish together."
Captain Runacles fished a silver whistle from his waistcoat pocket and blew on it shrilly. The blue and white door of the pavilion was opened, and a slight old man in a blue livery appeared on the step and came ambling down the path. The weight of an enormous head, o
I agree this author is underrated. This naval adventure story is excellently constructed, well written, and historically interesting.
An absolutely outstanding piece of masterfully written work, delightfully droll in many places, historically instructive in others, esp. within the last one-third. VERY highly recommended, much more so than even some of Josef Conrad's excellent works.