Sure, weâre way up to Bonavista BayâPooleâs Island. Youâd never find your way home from here.â
âWhen I saw we were ashore I thought for sure it was to get rid of me. Why did we come in, then? â
âWe need to do repairs to the ship. She got mauled pretty bad in that storm. Weâre already fitting out a new galley. The seas made away with the other one.â
âSir, I wonder if I could getââ
âI âmagine youâre hungry, are you?â
âOh, yes sir. Famished. Thirsty, too.â
âWell, letâs find you some grub.â
In the galley the cook, Reuben Budgell from Bareneed, was flustered with getting the new galley house in order and had little time for stowaways. He motioned with a three-fingered hand at the pot on the stove. âThereâs a couple oâ leggies there if you wants âem.â
âYes sir, thank you. Iâll have them. What are leggies, sir?â
âRounders.â
âI never heard them called leggies before,â Jackie commented, trying to sound appreciative.
âCall them what you like. The breadâs on the shelf there and thereâs lots of tea in the slut.â
The slutâ¦the slut? Scanning the galley, he saw a large copper kettle on the stove. It looked as if somebody had attacked it with a hammer. That must be the slut.
After consuming the two salted tomcods, three thick slices of bread with butter, and three mugs of weak tea sweetened with molasses, Jackieâs young body started to bounce back. The future had never looked brighter. When the captain ordered him to work for the cook, he had ceased to be a nonentity. As a member of the crew, he was officially going to the ice. Being a stowaway, he could not expect to share in the proceeds of the hunt, but he had come for the adventure, not the pay. As the last gulp of tea trickled down his throat, Jackie was glad to see Simeon returning to check up on him.
âI see you found some tea to grease your gullet.â
âYes, sir. Thank you, sir.â
âWhere thereâs tea, thereâs hope, eh? So, where did you stow away to?â he asked. âIt wasnât where I found you or somebody would have seen you before.â
âUp in the eyes of her where they keep the anchor rope,â he replied, pleased for the opportunity to show off that he knew the slang for the foremost part of the ship.
âYou never stowed away in the chain locker?â the cook asked, with raised eyebrows.
âYes sir. I guess I did.â
âAnd was you there in that starm oâ wind we went through?â
âYeah. I sure was.â
âTis a wonder youâre not dead; beat to pieces. I make no wonder you ate so much.â And shaking his head he declared, âWell, heh, heh, you must be tough to stand a herricane in the chain locker. I imagine youâre some cowed out after that.â
âNot anymore. He mustâve slept a day and a night,â said Simeon. âI kept checkinâ on him; thought he was never goinâ to come to.â Turning to Jackie he asked, âNow, where do you come from, there, John Gould?â
Normally reticent, Jackie surprised himself when he started blabbing on about the details of his life in St. Johnâs, his family, friends, school, and how he had stowed away; and as he did so he realized that already he missed the routine of his life. He had spent almost every night of his life under the same roof, and the reality was settling upon him that it would be a long time before he was back in his own bed.
âWhere should I sleep?â he asked Simeon.
âAny place you can find to lie down. Weâre packed in pretty tight aboard this one. The companyâs share of the trip is the same no matter how many men are aboard, so the owners carry as many sealers as they can cram into her.â
The only place Jackie could find to sleep was in the hold on top of