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In a few moments, we were running in.\r\nBeing toward noon, the wind was fast leaving us, and, by the time the\r\nbreakers were roaring on either hand, little more than steerage-way was\r\nleft. But on we glided—smoothly and deftly; avoiding the green,\r\ndarkling objects here and there strewn in our path; Jermin occasionally\r\nlooking down in the water, and then about him, with the utmost\r\ncalmness, and not a word spoken. Just fanned along thus, it was not\r\nmany minutes ere we were past all danger, and floated into the placid\r\nbasin within. This was the cleverest specimen of his seamanship that he\r\never gave us.\r\n\r\nAs we held on toward the frigate and shipping, a canoe, coming out from\r\namong them, approached. In it were a boy and an old man—both islanders;\r\nthe former nearly naked, and the latter dressed in an old naval\r\nfrock-coat. Both were paddling with might and main; the old man, once\r\nin a while, tearing his paddle out of the water; and, after rapping his\r\ncompanion over the head, both fell to with fresh vigour. As they came\r\nwithin hail, the old fellow, springing to his feet and flourishing his\r\npaddle, cut some of the queerest capers; all the while jabbering\r\nsomething which at first we could not understand.\r\n\r\nPresently we made out the following:—“Ah! you pemi, ah!—you come!—What\r\nfor you come?—You be fine for come no pilot.—I say, you hear?—I say,\r\nyou ita maitui (no good).—You hear?—You no pilot.—Yes, you d—— me, you\r\nno pilot ’t all; I d—— you; you hear?”\r\n\r\nThis tirade, which showed plainly that, whatever the profane old rascal\r\nwas at, he was in right good earnest, produced peals of laughter from\r\nthe ship. Upon which, he seemed to get beside himself; and the boy,\r\nwho, with suspended paddle, was staring about him, received a sound box\r\nover the head, which set him to work in a twinkling, and brought the\r\ncanoe quite near. The orator now opening afresh, it turned out that his\r\nvehement rhetoric was all addressed to the mate, still standing\r\nconspicuously on the bulwarks.\r\n\r\nBut Jermin was in no humour for nonsense; so, with a sailor’s blessing,\r\nhe ordered him off. The old fellow then flew into a regular frenzy,\r\ncursing and swearing worse than any civilized being I ever heard.\r\n\r\n“You sabbee me?” he shouted. “You know me, ah? Well; me Jim, me\r\npilot—been pilot now long time.”\r\n\r\n“Ay,” cried Jermin, quite surprised, as indeed we all were, “you are\r\nthe pilot, then, you old pagan. Why didn’t you come off before this?”\r\n\r\n“Ah! me scibbee,—me know—you piratee (pirate)—see you long time, but no\r\nme come—I sabbee you—you ita maitai nuee (superlatively bad).”\r\n\r\n“Paddle away with ye,” roared Jermin, in a rage; “be off! or I’ll dart\r\na harpoon at ye!”\r\n\r\nBut, instead of obeying the order, Jim, seizing his paddle, darted the\r\ncanoe right up to the gangway, and, in two bounds, stood on deck.\r\n\r\nPulling a greasy silk handkerchief still lower over his brow, and\r\nimproving the sit of his frock-coat with a vigorous jerk, he then\r\nstrode up to the mate; and, in a more flowery style than ever, gave him\r\nto understand that the redoubtable “Jim,” himself, was before him; that\r\nthe ship was his until the anchor was down; and he should like to hear\r\nwhat anyone had to say to it.\r\n\r\nAs there now seemed little doubt that he was all he claimed to be, the\r\nJulia was at last surrendered.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJHQP10ZN67ZSN8W9JS8F","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKW62J6D9D87MA53BMQ4A","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKW62GMR3YXKY7BKPF1X7","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.626Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:26.146Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}