You 've broken your trust ; you 've lived in sin and lies and blood ; there 's a man you killed lying at your feet this moment , and you ask me why ! For God 's mercy , Mr. Hands , that 's why . '' I spoke with a little heat , thinking of the bloody dirk he had hidden in his pocket and designed , in his ill thoughts , to end me with . He , for his part , took a great draught of the wine and spoke with the most unusual solemnity . `` For thirty years , '' he said , `` I 've sailed the seas and seen good and bad , better and worse , fair weather and foul , provisions running out , knives going , and what not . Well , now I tell you , I never seen good come o ' goodness yet . Him as strikes first is my fancy ; dead men do n't bite ; them 's my views -- amen , so be it . And now , you look here , '' he added , suddenly changing his tone , `` we 've had about enough of this foolery . The tide 's made good enough by now . You just take my orders , Cap'n Hawkins , and we 'll sail slap in and be done with it . '' All told , we had scarce two miles to run ; but the navigation was delicate , the entrance to this northern anchorage was not only narrow and shoal , but lay east and west , so that the schooner must be nicely handled to be got in . I think I was a good , prompt subaltern , and I am very sure that Hands was an excellent pilot , for we went about and about and dodged in , shaving the banks , with a certainty and a neatness that were a pleasure to behold . Scarcely had we passed the heads before the land closed around us . The shores of North Inlet were as thickly wooded as those of the southern anchorage , but the space was longer and narrower and more like , what in truth it was , the estuary of a river . Right before us , at the southern end , we saw the wreck of a ship in the last stages of dilapidation . It had been a great vessel of three masts but had lain so long exposed to the injuries of the weather that it was hung about with great webs of dripping seaweed , and on the deck of it shore bushes had taken root and now flourished thick with flowers . It was a sad sight , but it showed us that the anchorage was calm . `` Now , '' said Hands , `` look there ; there 's a pet bit for to beach a ship in . Fine flat sand , never a cat 's paw , trees all around of it , and flowers a-blowing like a garding on that old ship . '' `` And once beached , '' I inquired , `` how shall we get her off again ? ''
`` Why , so , '' he replied : `` you XXXXX a line ashore there on the other side at low water , take a turn about one of them big pines ; bring it back , take a turn around the capstan , and lie to for the tide .
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