changed, and we drifted north again, Peter said, âWeâre just getting blown this way and that. We need tools to make masts and sails.â
The little ones had explored more of the ship than the rest of us. They led Peter to the shipâs workshop. It had a carpenterâs bench and vice, and a blacksmithâs forge and anvil. All the tools including cross-cut saws, scissors, pit-saws, pins, marlinspikes, a pedal-driven Singer sewing machine, ropes, fids, blocks, thimbles, timber-jacks, gluts, mauls, sailmakerâs palms and needles, all the gear necessary to rig and run a ship hung around the bulkheads. Still keeping their fingers crossed, Peter and Marie sewed a net that we cast over the stern and caught a kauri log floating by.
We hoisted it, using ropes and blocks from the workshop .We built a frame, jacked the log across, and pit-sawed it into planks. It was like being back in the bush again, working the kauri, only we sawed some planks a bit crooked because of our fingers being crossed.
We steamed the planks, chamfered, overlapped, and clenched them with copper rivets and washers, and made a clinker-built dinghy. We broke another bottle of Aunt Effieâs champagne over its bow and named it The Dogâs Hind Leg because of the crooked planks, and because somebody who wouldnât own up put in a couple of ribs upside down. Putting in ribs isnât easy when your fingers are crossed.
We hoisted some long logs on deck, and adzed them into shape for the masts, spars, yards, and booms. It was difficult, but we managed to do it with our fingers crossed.
We remembered how to rig sheerlegs, raised the mizzen-mast towards the stern, and lowered it through holes cut in all the decks till its heel rested on a broad step. We adzed a bowsprit, capped it with greenheart, gammoned and frapped it to the stem with chains and lashings, and snugged it home with a wrapping of cow hides so it wouldnât work and let water into the foâcâsle.
âWhy does it stick up so high?â asked Lizzie.
âThat angleâs called the steeve. It keeps the headsails and gear out of the water when the ship pitches,â said Peter. âAnd it gives the jib more lift.â
We rigged a capstan forâard, ran a wire rope from it through a snatch-block out on the bowsprit, and back to the top of the mainmast.
Ann and Becky had made friends with the cabinful of powerful gorillas. With their help, and the little onessinging a shanty to give us the time, we heaved on the capstan bars. Down in the bilges, Peter knelt to slip a gold sovereign under the mainmast. The ship rolled over to one side, the mast slipped, and water rushed in. His hand trapped under the mast, Peter was unable to stand as the water rose towards his mouth.
And just at that moment, Ann screamed, â Somethingâs sucked all the blood out of one of the sheep!â
Chapter Eleven
Rigging Aunt Effieâs Ark
Even the powerful gorillas couldnât lift the foot of the mast off Peterâs hand. The elephant tried, but shook his head. The ship lay on her starboard side, the mast askew. Down in the bilges, the water kept rising towards Peterâs mouth.
The elephant hung on to the bulwark with his trunk and leaned out to port to try and bring the ship back. We ran around the deck screaming and getting in each otherâs way.
âMan the pumps!â Marie shouted to the gorillas. âRig sheerlegs!â she ordered us.
From down in the bilges, Peter yelled, âKeep your fingers crossed!â The water was rising over his mouth so we only heard, âBubble bubble bubble!â
The gorillas pumped manfully so water squirted over the sides, but down in the bilges it kept rising. Peter had to close his mouth and breathe through his nose.
âI know what the trouble is!â said Daisy and ran into the hold.
The rest of us screamed, tripped over each other,and hung a block from the sheerlegs. Our fingers
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