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〃We'll wait till the next smash； then lower away； throw everything in； an' get outa this；〃 the steward told the Ancient Mariner。 〃Lots of time。 The schooner'll sink no faster when she's awash than she's sinkin' now。〃
Even as he spoke； the scuppers were nearly level with the ocean； and her rolling in the big sea was sluggish。
〃Hey！〃 he called with sudden forethought across the widening stretch of sea to Captain Doane。 〃What's the course to the Marquesas？ Right now？ And how far away； sir？〃
〃Nor'…nor'…east…quarter…east！〃 came the faint reply。 〃Will fetch Nuka…Hiva！ About two hundred miles！ Haul on the south…east trade with a good full and you'll make it！〃
〃Thank you； sir；〃 was the steward's acknowledgment； ere he ran aft； disrupted the binnacle； and carried the steering compass back to the boat。
Almost； from the whale's delay in renewing her charging； did they think she had given over。 And while they waited and watched her rolling on the sea an eighth of a mile away； the Mary Turner steadily sank。
〃We might almost chance it；〃 Daughtry was debating aloud to Big John； when a new voice entered the discussion。
〃Cocky！ Cocky！〃 came plaintive tones from below out of the steerage companion。
〃Devil be damned！〃 was the next； uttered in irritation and anger。 〃Devil be damned！ Devil be damned！〃
〃Of course not；〃 was Daughtry's judgment； as he dashed across the deck； crawled through the confusion of the main…topmast and its many stays that blocked the way； and found the tiny； white morsel of life perched on a bunk…edge； ruffling its feathers； erecting and flattening its rosy crest； and cursing in honest human speech the waywardness of the world and of ships and humans upon the sea。
The cockatoo stepped upon Daughtry's inviting index finger； swiftly ascended his shirt sleeve； and； on his shoulder； claws sunk into the flimsy shirt fabric till they hurt the flesh beneath； leaned head to ear and uttered in gratitude and relief； and in self…identification： 〃Cocky。 Cocky。〃
〃You son of a gun；〃 Daughtry crooned。
〃Glory be！〃 Cooky replied； in tones so like Daughtry's as to startle him。
〃You son of a gun；〃 Daughtry repeated； cuddling his cheek and ear against the cockatoo's feathered and crested head。 〃And some folks thinks it's only folks that count in this world。〃
Still the whale delayed； and； with the ocean washing their toes on the level deck； Daughtry ordered the boat lowered away。 Ah Moy was eager in his haste to leap into the bow。 Nor was Daughtry's judgment correct that the little Chinaman's haste was due to fear of the sinking ship。 What Ah Moy sought was the place in the boat remotest from Kwaque and the steward。
Shoving clear； they roughly stored the supplies and dunnage out of the way of the thwarts and took their places； Ah Moy pulling bow… oar； next in order Big John and Kwaque； with Daughtry （Cocky still perched on his shoulder） at stroke。 On top of the dunnage； in the stern…sheets； Michael gazed wistfully at the Mary Turner and continued to snarl crustily at Scraps who idiotically wanted to start a romp。 The Ancient Mariner stood up at the steering sweep and gave the order； when all was ready； for the first dip of the oars。
A growl and a bristle from Michael warned them that the whale was not only coming but was close upon them。 But it was not charging。 Instead； it circled slowly about the schooner as if examining its antagonist。
〃I'll bet it's head's sore from all that banging； an' it's beginnin' to feel it；〃 Daughtry grinned； chiefly for the purpose of keeping his comrades unafraid。
Barely had they rowed a dozen strokes； when an exclamation from Big John led them to follow his gaze to the schooners forecastle… head； where the forecastle cat flashed across in pursuit of a big rat。 Other rats they saw； evidently driven out of their lairs by the rising water。
〃We just can't leave that cat behind；〃 Daughtry soliloquized in suggestive tones。
〃Certainly not；〃 the Ancient Mariner responded swinging his weight on the steering…sweep and heading the boat back。
Twice the whale gently rolled them in the course of its leisurely circling； ere they bent to their oars again and pulled away。 Of them the whale seemed to take no notice。 It was from the huge thing； the schooner； that death had been wreaked upon her calf； and it was upon the schooner that she vented the wrath of her grief。
Even as they pulled away； the whale turned and headed across the ocean。 At a half…mile distance she curved about and charged back。
〃With all that water in her； the schooner'll have a real kick…back in her when she's hit；〃 Daughtry said。 〃Lordy me； rest on your oars an' watch。〃
Delivered squarely amidships； it was the hardest blow the Mary Turner had received。 Stays and splinters of rail flew in the air as she rolled so far over as to expose half her copper wet… glistening in the sun。 As she righted sluggishly； the mainmast swayed drunkenly in the air but did not fall。
〃A knock…out！〃 Daughtry cried； at sight of the whale flurrying the water with aimless； gigantic splashings。 〃It must a…smashed both of 'em。〃
〃Schooner he finish close up altogether；〃 Kwaque observed； as the Mary Turner's rail disappeared。
Swiftly she sank； and no more than a matter of moments was it when the stump of her mainmast was gone。 Remained only the whale； floating and floundering； on the surface of the sea。
〃It's nothing to brag about；〃 Daughtry delivered himself of the Mary Turner's epitaph。 〃Nobody'd believe us。 A stout little craft like that sunk； deliberately sunk； by an old cow…whale！ No； sir。 I never believed that old moss…back in Honolulu； when he claimed he was a survivor of the sinkin' of the Essex； an' no more will anybody believe me。〃
〃The pretty schooner； the pretty clever craft；〃 mourned the Ancient Mariner。 〃Never were there more dainty and lovable topmasts on a three…masted schooner； and never was there a three… masted schooner that worked like the witch she was to windward。〃
Dag Daughtry； who had kept always foot…loose and never married； surveyed the boat…load of his responsibilities to which he was anchoredKwaque； the Black Papuan monstrosity whom he had saved from the bellies of his fellows； Ah Moy； the little old sea…cook whose age was problematical only by decades； the Ancient Mariner； the dignified； the beloved； and the respected； gangly Big John； the youthful Scandinavian with the inches of a giant and the mind of a child； Killeny Boy； the wonder of dogs； Scraps； the outrageously silly and fat…rolling puppy； Cocky； the white… feathered mite of life； imperious as a steel…blade and wheedlingly seductive as a charming child； and even the forecastle cat； the lithe and tawny slayer of rats； sheltering between the legs of Ah Moy。 And the Marquesas were two hundred miles distant full…hauled on the tradewind which had ceased but which was as sure to live again as the morning sun in the sky。
The steward heaved a sigh； and whimsically shot into his mind the memory…picture in his nursery…book of the old woman who lived in a shoe。 He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand； and was dimly aware of the area of the numbness that bordered the centre