The Strange Adventures of Eric Blackburn Part 1

The Strange Adventures of Eric Blackburn.

by Harry Collingwood.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE CATASTROPHE.

It happened on our seventh night out from Cape Town, when we had accomplished about a third of the distance between that city and Melbourne.

The s.h.i.+p was the _Saturn_, of the well-known Planet Line of combined freight and pa.s.senger steamers trading between London, Cape Town, and Melbourne; and I--Eric Blackburn, aged a trifle over twenty-three years--was her fourth officer.

The _Saturn_ was a brand-new s.h.i.+p, this being her maiden voyage. She was a twin-screw, of 9800 tons register, 100 A1 at Lloyd's, steaming 14 knots; and she had accommodation for 432 pa.s.sengers, of whom 84 were first cla.s.s, 128 second cla.s.s, and 220 steerage; and every berth was occupied, the steerage crowd consisting mostly of miners attracted to Australia by the rumour of a newly discovered goldfield of fabulous richness. The crew of the s.h.i.+p numbered, all told, 103; therefore, when the catastrophe occurred, the _Saturn_ was responsible for the lives of 535 people, of whom about 120 were women and children.

I was officer of the watch, and was therefore on the bridge when it happened, the time being shortly after six bells in the middle watch, or say about a quarter past three o'clock in the morning. The weather was fine, with so moderate a westerly wind blowing that the speed of the s.h.i.+p just balanced it, the smoke and sparks from the funnel rising straight up into the air when the firemen shovelled coal into the furnaces; and apart from the long westerly swell there was very little sea running. The motion of the s.h.i.+p was therefore very easy, just a slow roll of four or five degrees to port and starboard, and an equally slow, gentle rise and fall of the s.h.i.+p over the swell that followed us.

The moon was only four days old, consequently she had set hours earlier, but the sky was cloudless, the air was clear, and the stars, s.h.i.+ning brilliantly, afforded light enough to reveal a s.h.i.+p at a distance of quite three miles; it would be difficult, therefore, to imagine conditions of more apparently perfect safety than those at the moment prevailing aboard the _Saturn_. Yet destruction came upon us in a manner, and with a suddenness, that was absolutely appalling.

I was pacing the bridge from one extremity to the other, keeping a sharp look-out ahead and all round the s.h.i.+p; and when, at the port end of my promenade, I wheeled on my return march, there was no sign that but a few minutes intervened between us and eternity. But as I approached the wheel-house I became aware of a sudden access of light in the sky behind me, illuminating the entire s.h.i.+p in a radiance that increased with incredible rapidity, while at the same moment a low humming sound became audible that also grew in volume as rapidly as the light. Wheeling sharply round, to ascertain the meaning of this strange phenomenon, I heard the helmsman e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e, through the open window of the wheel- house:

"Gos.h.!.+ that's a big 'un, and no mistake; the biggest I ever seen; and,"--on a note of sudden alarm--"it ain't goin' to fall so very far away from us, neither! D'ye see that big fireball, sir, headin' this way?"

As the man spoke I caught sight of the object to which he referred--and horror chilled me to the marrow; for never before, I verily believe, had mortal eyes beheld so awful an apparition. Broad over the port bow, at an elevation of some forty degrees above the horizon, I beheld a great white-hot flaming ma.s.s, emitting a long trail of brilliant sparks, _coming straight for the s.h.i.+p_. It was increasing in apparent size even as I gazed at it, dumb and paralysed with terror indescribable, while the sound of its pa.s.sage through the air grew, in the course of a second or two, from a murmur to a deafening roar, and the light which it emitted became so dazzling that it nearly blinded me as I looked at it.

As it came hurtling toward us it seemed to expand until it looked almost as big as the s.h.i.+p herself; but that was, of course, an optical illusion, for when, a second or two later, it struck us, I saw that the fiercely incandescent ma.s.s, of roughly spherical shape, was some twelve feet in diameter.

It struck the s.h.i.+p aslant, on her port side, a few feet abaft the funnel and close to the water-line, pa.s.sing through the engine-room and out through her bottom. There was no perceptible shock attending the blow, but the crash was terrific, while the smell of burning was almost suffocating--which is not to be wondered at, since the ma.s.s was blazing so fiercely that it set the s.h.i.+p on fire merely by pa.s.sing through her.

So intense was the heat of it that, as it pa.s.sed through the s.h.i.+p's bottom into the water, we instantly became enveloped in a dense cloud of hot, steamy vapour. A moment later it exploded under us, throwing up a cone of water that came near to swamping the s.h.i.+p.

For a s.p.a.ce of perhaps two seconds after the pa.s.sage of the meteor through the s.h.i.+p's hull the silence of the night continued, and then, as though in response to a signal, there arose such a dreadful outcry as I hope never to hear again; while the cabin doors were dashed open, and out from the cabins and the companion-ways streamed crowds of distracted men, women, and children, clad in their night gear, just as they had leapt from their berths, the men shouting to know what had happened, while the poor women and children rushed frantically hither and thither, jostling each other, wringing their hands, some weeping, some screaming hysterically, and some calling to children who had become separated from them in the seething crowd.

The first man to run up against me was the skipper, who sprang out of his cabin straight on to the bridge, exclaiming, as he clutched me by the arm:

"What is it? What has happened? For G.o.d's sake speak, man!"

"The s.h.i.+p," I answered, "has been struck by an enormous meteorite, sir, which has set her on fire, I believe, and has pa.s.sed out through her bottom. She has taken a perceptible list to starboard already."

At this moment I was interrupted by the chief engineer, who dashed up on the bridge, demanding breathlessly: "Where is the captain?"

"I am here, Mr Kennedy. What is the news? Out with it!" jerked the skipper.

"My engines are wrecked, sir; utterly destroyed," answered Kennedy; "and the s.h.i.+p is holed through her bottom, down in the engine-room. The hole is big enough to drive a coach through, and the room is half-full of water already. If either of the bulkheads goes we shall sink like a stone!"

At this juncture we were joined by the chief, second, and third officers, who came upon each other's heels.

"Ah! here you are, gentlemen," remarked the skipper. "I was about to send for you. I learn from Mr Blackburn that the s.h.i.+p has been struck by a falling meteor which, Mr Kennedy tells me, has pa.s.sed through her bottom. According to him the engine-room is flooded; and he is of opinion that if either of the engine-room bulkheads yields the s.h.i.+p will go down quickly--in which opinion I agree with him. Even as it is, you may notice that the s.h.i.+p is taking a strong list, and is very perceptibly deeper in the water; therefore I will ask you, Mr Hoskins,"

(to the chief officer) "and you, Mr Cooper," (to the second) "to muster the hands, proceed to the boat-deck, and clear away the boats, ready for lowering, in case of necessity. You, Mr Stroud," (to the third officer) "will mount guard at the foot of the boat-deck ladder and prevent pa.s.sengers pa.s.sing up until the boats are ready and I give the word. Mr Blackburn, go down and find the purser; tell him what has happened, what we are doing, and ask him to keep the people quiet until we are ready for them, and you can lend him a hand. Thank G.o.d, the boats are all provisioned, ready for any emergency, while the water in them was renewed only yesterday, so there is nothing to do but cut them adrift and swing them outboard. That is all at present, gentlemen, so go and get to work at once--why, who are those men on the boat-deck now, and what are they doing with the boats?"

"Looks like the miners," answered Hoskins. "They're a rough lot, and as likely as not we may have trouble with 'em. Ay, I thought so! Our chaps are up there too, trying to send the others away, and they don't seem inclined to go. Come along, Cooper, we've got to clear those miners off somehow, or we shall get nothing done."

Therewith the four of us departed upon our respective missions, leaving the captain in charge on the bridge.

The decks were now full of people rus.h.i.+ng aimlessly hither and thither, stopping everybody they met, and asking each other what had happened.

Meanwhile all the electric lights had been switched on, so that it was possible to see who was who, and, as I quite expected, no sooner did those poor distracted creatures catch sight of my uniform than I was surrounded, hemmed in by a crowd who piteously besought me to tell them what had happened, and if there was any danger. I had by this time quite recovered my self-possession, and was therefore able to answer them calmly and with a steady voice. Naturally, I did not tell them the whole truth, for that, I knew, would precipitate a panic in which everybody would get out of hand. I therefore told them there had been a breakdown in the engine-room, which was being attended to; that there was no immediate danger, but that I strongly advised them, purely as a measure of precaution, to return to their cabins, dress themselves warmly, and put into their pockets, or into parcels, any money or valuables they might have in their baggage, so that in the event of anything untoward happening, whereby we might be compelled to take to the boats, they would be prepared to do so at a moment's notice. Some of them listened to me and allowed themselves to be persuaded, but others seemed afraid to leave the deck for a moment lest they should be overtaken by calamity.

After all, their apprehension was not to be wondered at; there was excuse enough for it, and to spare. There was a very strong smell of burning and occasional puffs of smoke coming up from below, where the engine-room staff were fighting the flames. The s.h.i.+p had taken a heavy and steadily-increasing list to starboard; she was visibly settling in the water; and, to crown all, the crowd of miners who upon the first alarm had taken possession of the boat-deck were refusing to leave it, and a brisk struggle between them and the seamen was proceeding, though as yet no firearms were being used. But I knew Hoskins's temper; he was by no means a patient man, or one given to much verbal argument. It was usually a word and a blow with him, and not infrequently the blow came first; I knew also that he habitually carried a revolver in his pocket when at sea. I should not, therefore, have been at all surprised to hear the crack of the weapon at any moment.

I had just managed to extricate myself from the crowd, and was making my way toward the purser's cabin, when from the interior of the s.h.i.+p, and almost beneath my feet, there came a deep _boom_, and I knew that the after bulkhead of the engine-room had given way, and that the moments of the _Saturn_ were numbered.

"No use to hunt up the purser, now," I thought; and I made a dash for the boat-deck, to see if I could render any a.s.sistance there. But I was too late; the sound of the bursting bulkhead, coming on top of the previous alarms, was all that was needed to produce the panic I had all along been dreading, and in an instant the decks were alive with frantic people, all desperately fighting their way upward to the boat-deck, where pandemonium now raged supreme, and where pistols were popping freely, showing that Hoskins was by no means the only man in the s.h.i.+p who went armed.

Now, what was the best thing for me to do? Could I do _anything_ useful? I stood on the outskirts of that seething, maddened crowd, and watched men and women striving desperately together, trampling each other remorselessly down; shrieking, cursing, fighting; no longer human, but reduced by the fear of death to the condition of rabid, ferocious brutes. No, I could do nothing: as well go down below and attempt to stay the inrush of water with my two hands, as strive by argument to restore those people to reason; while, as for _force_, what could my strength avail against that of hundreds? No, they had all gone mad, and, in their madness, were destroying themselves, rendering it impossible to launch the boats, and so dooming themselves and everybody else to death. It was awful! That scene often revisits me in dreams, even to this day, and I awake sweating and trembling with the unspeakable horror of it.

Meanwhile the s.h.i.+p was rapidly sinking; she had taken so strong a list to starboard that it was only with the utmost difficulty I could retain my footing upon her steeply inclined deck, while she was so much down by the stern that the sea was almost level with the deck right aft.

Scarcely knowing what I did, acting with the inconsequence of one in a dream, I clawed my way across the bridge that led from the upper deck to the p.o.o.p, and reached the taffrail, where I stood gazing blankly down into the black water, thinking, I am afraid, some rather rebellious thoughts. I must have stood thus for at least five minutes before I realised that my hands were gripping a life-buoy, one of six that were stopped to the rail. Still acting mechanically, and with no very definite purpose, I drew forth my pocket-knife, severed the las.h.i.+ng, pa.s.sed the buoy over my head and shoulders, thrust my arms through it, climbed the rail--and dropped into the water.

The chill of the immersion instantly brought me to my senses. In a moment I realised that if I would save my life I must, without an instant's delay, put the greatest possible distance between the s.h.i.+p and myself before she foundered, otherwise when she sank--which she might do at any moment--she would drag me down with her, and drown me. The desire to live, which seemed to have been paralysed within me by the suddenness of the disaster and the dreadful scenes I had subsequently witnessed, re-awoke, and I struck out vigorously.

I know not how long I had been swimming--it seemed to me, in my anxiety to get well away from the s.h.i.+p, to have been but a very few minutes-- when the tumultuous sounds of contention aboard the doomed _Saturn_ suddenly changed to a long wailing scream, and, glancing back over my shoulder, I saw, upreared against the star-lit sky, the fore end of the s.h.i.+p standing almost vertically out of the water, while at the same instant another loud _boom_ reached my ears, proclaiming either the bursting of the s.h.i.+p's boilers, the yielding of another bulkhead, or, possibly, the blowing up of her decks; then, as I paused for a moment to watch the conclusion of the catastrophe, the hull sank lower and lower still in the water until within the s.p.a.ce of a minute it completely vanished.

The dreadful sight stimulated me to superhuman exertion, for I believed I was still perilously near that great sinking ma.s.s; and indeed I had scarcely covered another dozen yards when I felt the strong suction of the foundering s.h.i.+p. I fought against it with desperate energy, and in about a minute's time it relaxed, and I ceased swimming.

"Now," I asked myself, "what is the next thing to be done? I suppose it was instinct that prompted me to get into this life-buoy and swim away from the sinking s.h.i.+p; but in doing so have I not merely exchanged a quick for a lingering death? If I had stuck to the s.h.i.+p I should have gone down with her, and died with very little suffering, if any; while, so far as I can see, I am now fated to drift about in this buoy until I perish slowly and miserably of cold, hunger, and thirst."

It was a most depressing reflection, and for a moment I felt strongly tempted to slip out of the buoy, throw up my hands, sink, and have done with it. But no; love of life, self-preservation, which we are told is the first law of nature, would not permit me to act foolishly; reason rea.s.serted herself, reminding me that while there is life there is hope.

I remembered that I was floating in a stretch of water that is the highway for s.h.i.+ps bound round the Cape to and from Australia and New Zealand. It is a highway that, if not quite so busy as London's Fleet Street, is traversed almost daily by craft of one sort or another, bound either east or west; and something might come along at any moment and, if I could but attract attention to myself, pick me up. Besides, I did not really believe in "giving up". It had been instilled into me from my earliest childhood that the correct way to meet difficulties is to _fight_ them, and to fight the harder the more formidable appear the difficulties. And the doctrine is sound; I had and have proved it to be so, over and over again, and I meant again to put it to the test, then, in the most discouraging combination of adverse circ.u.mstances with which I had ever been confronted.

But the water was bitterly cold; if I remained submerged to my armpits, as I then was, I could not survive long enough to get a fair chance. I needed a raft of some sort buoyant enough to support me practically dry; and, remembering that there were numerous loose articles such as deck- chairs, gratings, and what not that would probably float off the wreck when she sank, I turned and swam back towards the spot where the _Saturn_ had gone down, hoping that I might be fortunate enough to find something that would afford me the support I required. And as I struck out afresh I was cheered and encouraged by the a.s.surance that day was not far distant, for, looking ahead, I saw that the sky low down toward the horizon wore the pallor that is the forerunner of dawn.

By imperceptible degrees the day crept up over the eastern horizon, cold and white; and, as soon as there was light enough to enable me to see from the crest of one swell to that of the next, I began to look about me in the hope of finding flotsam of some sort that would be useful to me; also it occurred to me that there might be some who had remembered that cork jackets were to be found in every state-room, and might have made use of them; in which case I might fall in with other survivors, who might be useful to me, and I to them, if we joined forces.

For several minutes my search of the surface of the sea proved fruitless, at which I was distinctly disconcerted, for I knew that there were many articles of a buoyant nature which had been lying loose about the decks, and which must have floated off when the s.h.i.+p sank; and I was beginning to fear that somehow I had got out of my reckoning and had missed the scene of the catastrophe. But a minute or two later, as I topped the ridge of a swell, I caught a momentary glimpse of something floating, some fifty or sixty fathoms away, and, striking out vigorously in that direction, I presently arrived at the spot and found myself in the midst of a small collection of brooms, scrubbing-brushes, squeegees, buckets, deck-chairs, gratings, and--gigantic slice of luck!--one of the s.h.i.+p's life-boats floating bottom up! But of human beings, living or dead, not a sign; it was therefore evident that, of the five hundred and thirty-five aboard the _Saturn_ at the moment of the disaster, I was the sole survivor.

Naturally, I made straight for the upturned life-boat; but recognising that a bucket might prove very useful I secured one and towed it along with me. Reaching the boat I was greatly gratified to find that not only was she quite undamaged but also that she was riding buoyantly, with the whole of her keel and about a foot of her bottom above the surface of the water. Of course the first thing to be done was to right the boat, and then to bale her out; and, with the water as smooth as it then was, I thought there ought not to be much difficulty in doing either. The righting of the boat, however, proved to be very much more difficult than I had imagined. She was a fairly big boat and, floating wrong side up and full of water, she was very sluggish, and for a long time scarcely responded to my efforts; but I eventually succeeded, and, with a glad heart, seized the bucket I had secured, hove it into the boat, and climbed in after it, finding to my joy that, even with my weight in her, the boat floated with both gunwales nearly four inches above the surface of the water. Thus there would be no difficulty in baling her dry; and this I at once proceeded to do, working vigorously at the task, not only with the object of freeing the boat as speedily as possible, but, still more, to restore my circulation and get a little warmth into my chilled and benumbed body.

CHAPTER TWO.

THE "YORKs.h.i.+RE La.s.s."

By the time that I had baled the boat dry the sun was above the horizon, the air had become quite genially warm, and my exertions had set my body aglow, while my clothing was rapidly drying in the gentle breeze that was blowing out from about north-west; also I discovered that I had somehow developed a most voracious appet.i.te.

Fortunately, I was able to regard this last circ.u.mstance with equanimity, for the manager of the Planet Line of steamers had laid it down as a most stringent rule that while the s.h.i.+ps were at sea all boats were not only to be maintained in a state of perfect preparation for instant launching, but were also to be fully supplied with provisions and water upon a scale proportional to their pa.s.senger-carrying capacity, and each was also to have her full equipment of gear stowed in her, ready for instant service. Now, the boat which I had been fortunate enough to find--and which, by the way, seemed to be the only one that had not been carried down with the s.h.i.+p--was Number 5, a craft thirty-two feet long by eight feet beam, carvel-built, double-ended, fitted with air-chambers fore and aft and along each side, with a keel six inches deep to enable her to work to windward under sail. She was yawl-rigged, pulled six oars, and her full carrying capacity was twenty- four persons, for which number she carried provisions and water enough to last, according to a carefully regulated scale, four days, or even six days at a pinch. These provisions were all of the tinned variety, and were stowed in a locker specially arranged for their reception between the two mids.h.i.+p thwarts. Thus there was no risk of the food being damaged by salt water, on the one hand, or of being washed out of the boat, on the other. Upon coming into possession of the boat, therefore, I was not only so fortunate as to find an ark of refuge, but also rations of food sufficient to last me ninety-six days.

Knowing all this--such knowledge being a part of my duty--no sooner had I hove the last bucketful of water out over the gunwale than I opened the food locker and spread the const.i.tuents of a very satisfying breakfast in the stern-sheets of the boat; whereupon I fell to and made an excellent meal.

As I sat there, eating and drinking, a solitary individual adrift in the vast expanse of the Southern Ocean, I began to look my future in the face and ask myself what I was now to do. In a general sense it was not at all a difficult question to answer. The _Saturn_, that splendid, new, perfectly equipped steams.h.i.+p, had gone to the bottom, taking with her five hundred and thirty-four human beings; and, apart from myself and the boat I sat in, there was nothing and n.o.body to tell what her fate had been. I was the sole survivor of a probably unexampled disaster, and my obvious duty was to hasten, with as little delay as possible, to some spot from which I could report the particulars of that disaster to the owners of the s.h.i.+p.

But what spot, precisely, must I endeavour to reach? As an officer of the s.h.i.+p I of course knew her exact position at noon on the day preceding her loss. It was Lat.i.tude 39 degrees 3 minutes 20 seconds South; Longitude 52 degrees 26 minutes 45 seconds East; I remembered the figures well, having something of a gift in that direction, which I had sedulously cultivated, in view of the possibility that some day I might find it exceedingly useful. In the same way I was able to form a fairly accurate mental picture of the chart upon which that position had been p.r.i.c.ked off, for Cooper, our "second", and I had been studying it together in the chart-house shortly after the skipper had "p.r.i.c.ked her off". As a result, I knew that the _Saturn_ had foundered some two thousand miles east-south-east of the Cape of Good Hope; that Madagascar--the nearest land--bore about north-by-west, true; with the islands of Reunion and Mauritius, not much farther off, bearing about two points farther east. These items of information were of course valuable; but their value was to a very great extent discounted by the fact that I had neither s.e.xtant nor chronometer wherewith to determine the boat's position, day after day, nor a chart to guide me.