plentiful as the day progressed, and before long the ship laboured to make her way. They saw a few old seals far off but they were looking for whitecoats, the newborn seals that yielded the lightest and most valuable oil. To Darmyâs relief, they also sighted another ship.
All eyes followed the scunner as he climbed up the mast and perched himself in the barrel high above the deck in preparation for entering the ice field. They placed all their hopes on this lonely man high above them. On him lay the responsibility: first to find seals, and then to get the ship to them. Looking far ahead while judging the condition of the ice, he studied the leads of open water to determine how to get the ship farthest along her journey without getting her jammed. It wasnât long before he was shouting orders to guide the helmsman through the maze.
Men stood around and stared at the heavy ice to the north, eagerly anticipating the scunnerâs declaration that there were seals ahead. Tension was running high and, after getting sworn at a couple of times, Jackie stayed out of the way, gazing over the port side towards the island of Newfoundland, while enjoying a welcome break from fetching flour, washing pans, mopping the floor and generally being ordered about by the cook. A voice from behind asked, âWhat are you seeing, young fella?â
It was only when a person appeared alongside that he realized the question had been directed at him. âNothinâ,â he blurted, surprised that anybody would bother to talk to the most ignored person aboard other than to bark an order or tell him to get out of the way. The stranger was a youngish sealer of average height, with wide shoulders and a broad, friendly smile. âJust water and ice,â he smiled back shyly.
âYep, thereâs certainly lots of that. Thereâs only one other thing worth seeinâ out here,â the sealer replied, âwhat the old fellers call swiles.â The sealer stood near the rail and they both stared silently across the water for a few moments. âWell, if my calculations are correct, my home is in that direction.â
âWhereâs that to?â
âCottleâs Island.â
âNever heard of it.â
âThatâs not much of a surprise. Ever heard tell of Twillingate?â
âSure. Everybodyâs heard of Twillingate.â
âWell, if you look carefully off the quarter there, you can just see some land. Thatâs the island of Fogo. Now, the land to the right of thatâthatâs Change Islands. Further away and to the rightâyou canât see itâis Twillingate. Just in from Twillingate is Cottleâs Island. Well, itâs not really an island at all. We just call it that. We actually live on New World Island.â
Jackie thought that this made about as much sense as most place names in Newfoundland. âDid you get on the ship in St. Johnâs?â he asked.
âYep.â
âThat musta been a long trip. Why didnât you just have the ship pick you up in Twillingate?â
âHah!â the sealer laughed. âA sealing ship donât come for you, my friend; you go to the ship or you donât go at all. Now, theyâll go into a place like Greenspond to pick up a whole crew but they canât go ashore for one or two hands.â
âThe captain threatened to go ashore just to put me off and he didnât seem to mind. I guess theyâre more interested in gettinâ rid of guys than they are in pickinâ them up.â
âAh,â said the sealer with a chuckle, âyou must be one of the gaffers who stowed away! Iâm Henry Horwood,â he said as he looked up at the scunner. âI wonder if heâs gonna see anything today. Heâs certainly high enough. Câmon, skipper, find us a few seals.â
Jackie looked up. âHe must be cold up there.â
âI sâpose.â
âI watched him
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