{"id":"01KG8AKVGCKJ60KBH4BC2F1FSW","cid":"bafkreiawsjshawjs4epfz2ytmlfofntbjwifky4bgo7ibf5yu5dhvekkoa","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2819,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.149Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","start_line":2742,"text":"CHAPTER XXI.\r\nPROCEEDINGS OF THE CONSUL\r\n\r\n\r\nThe order was instantly obeyed, and the sailors ranged themselves,\r\nfacing the consul.\r\n\r\nThey were a wild company; men of many climes—not at all precise in\r\ntheir toilet arrangements, but picturesque in their very tatters. My\r\nfriend, the Long Doctor, was there too; and with a view, perhaps, of\r\nenlisting the sympathies of the consul for a gentleman in distress, had\r\ntaken more than ordinary pains with his appearance. But among the\r\nsailors, he looked like a land-crane blown off to sea, and consorting\r\nwith petrels.\r\n\r\nThe forlorn Rope Yarn, however, was by far the most remarkable figure.\r\nLand-lubber that he was, his outfit of sea-clothing had long since been\r\nconfiscated; and he was now fain to go about in whatever he could pick\r\nup. His upper garment—an unsailor-like article of dress which he\r\npersisted in wearing, though torn from his back twenty times in the\r\nday—was an old “claw-hammer jacket,” or swallow-tail coat, formerly\r\nbelonging to Captain Guy, and which had formed one of his perquisites\r\nwhen steward.\r\n\r\nBy the side of Wilson was the mate, bareheaded, his gray locks lying in\r\nrings upon his bronzed brow, and his keen eye scanning the crowd as if\r\nhe knew their every thought. His frock hung loosely, exposing his round\r\nthroat, mossy chest, and short and nervous arm embossed with pugilistic\r\nbruises, and quaint with many a device in India ink.\r\n\r\nIn the midst of a portentous silence, the consul unrolled his papers,\r\nevidently intending to produce an effect by the exceeding bigness of\r\nhis looks.\r\n\r\n“Mr. Jermin, call off their names;” and he handed him a list of the\r\nship’s company.\r\n\r\nAll answered but the deserters and the two mariners at the bottom of\r\nthe sea.\r\n\r\nIt was now supposed that the Round Robin would be produced, and\r\nsomething said about it. But not so. Among the consul’s papers that\r\nunique document was thought to be perceived; but, if there, it was too\r\nmuch despised to be made a subject of comment. Some present, very\r\njustly regarding it as an uncommon literary production, had been\r\nanticipating all sorts of miracles therefrom; and were, therefore, much\r\ntouched at this neglect.\r\n\r\n“Well, men,” began Wilson again after a short pause, “although you all\r\nlook hearty enough, I’m told there are some sick among you. Now then,\r\nMr. Jermin, call off the names on that sick-list of yours, and let them\r\ngo over to the other side of the deck—I should like to see who they\r\nare.”\r\n\r\n“So, then,” said he, after we had all passed over, “you are the sick\r\nfellows, are you? Very good: I shall have you seen to. You will go down\r\ninto the cabin one by one, to Doctor Johnson, who will report your\r\nrespective cases to me. Such as he pronounces in a dying state I shall\r\nhave sent ashore; the rest will be provided with everything needful,\r\nand remain aboard.”\r\n\r\nAt this announcement, we gazed strangely at each other, anxious to see\r\nwho it was that looked like dying, and pretty nearly deciding to stay\r\naboard and get well, rather than go ashore and be buried. There were\r\nsome, nevertheless, who saw very plainly what Wilson was at, and they\r\nacted accordingly. For my own part, I resolved to assume as dying an\r\nexpression as possible; hoping that, on the strength of it, I might be\r\nsent ashore, and so get rid of the ship without any further trouble.\r\n\r\nWith this intention, I determined to take no part in anything that\r\nmight happen until my case was decided upon. As for the doctor, he had\r\nall along pretended to be more or less unwell; and by a significant\r\nlook now given me, it was plain that he was becoming decidedly worse.\r\n\r\nThe invalids disposed of for the present, and one of them having gone\r\nbelow to be examined, the consul turned round to the rest, and\r\naddressed them as follows:—\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJHQ7VD1N43QAS81FVTGH","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKVGC3GES526T55ZQ6F83","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:17.932Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:25.238Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}