The Sea-Wolf by Jack London (diy ebook reader TXT) ๐
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After a ferry accident on San Francisco Bay, literary critic Humphrey Van Weyden is swept out to sea only to be rescued by the seal-hunting schooner Ghost. Wolf Larsen, the captain of the Ghost, is brutal and cynical but also highly intelligent, and he has no intention of returning Van Weyden to shore. Van Weyden is forced to serve on the Ghost, leaving behind his comfortable world ashore and entering into a psychological battle with Larsen on the sea.
Jack London wrote The Sea-Wolf in 1904 following the success of his previous novel The Call of the Wild, and it has gone on to become one of his most popular novels. London actually served on a sealing schooner during his early career and that experience lends a gritty realism to his depiction of life at sea. The book can be read as a psychological thriller and adventure novel, but can also be read as a criticism of Nietzscheโs รbermensch philosophy with Wolf Larsen embodying a โsupermanโ lacking conventional morality.
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โI should like to go with you,โ was all she said.
โIt would be better if you remained. You have had enough of hardship. It is a miracle that you have survived. And it wonโt be comfortable in the boat rowing and sailing in this rainy weather. What you need is rest, and I should like you to remain and get it.โ
Something suspiciously akin to moistness dimmed her beautiful eyes before she dropped them and partly turned away her head.
โI should prefer going with you,โ she said in a low voice, in which there was just a hint of appeal.
โI might be able to help you aโ โโ her voice brokeโ โโa little. And if anything should happen to you, think of me left here alone.โ
โOh, I intend being very careful,โ I answered. โAnd I shall not go so far but what I can get back before night. Yes, all said and done, I think it vastly better for you to remain, and sleep, and rest and do nothing.โ
She turned and looked me in the eyes. Her gaze was unfaltering, but soft.
โPlease, please,โ she said, oh, so softly.
I stiffened myself to refuse, and shook my head. Still she waited and looked at me. I tried to word my refusal, but wavered. I saw the glad light spring into her eyes and knew that I had lost. It was impossible to say no after that.
The wind died down in the afternoon, and we were prepared to start the following morning. There was no way of penetrating the island from our cove, for the walls rose perpendicularly from the beach, and, on either side of the cove, rose from the deep water.
Morning broke dull and grey, but calm, and I was awake early and had the boat in readiness.
โFool! Imbecile! Yahoo!โ I shouted, when I thought it was meet to arouse Maud; but this time I shouted in merriment as I danced about the beach, bareheaded, in mock despair.
Her head appeared under the flap of the sail.
โWhat now?โ she asked sleepily, and, withal, curiously.
โCoffee!โ I cried. โWhat do you say to a cup of coffee? hot coffee? piping hot?โ
โMy!โ she murmured, โyou startled me, and you are cruel. Here I have been composing my soul to do without it, and here you are vexing me with your vain suggestions.โ
โWatch me,โ I said.
From under clefts among the rocks I gathered a few dry sticks and chips. These I whittled into shavings or split into kindling. From my notebook I tore out a page, and from the ammunition box took a shotgun shell. Removing the wads from the latter with my knife, I emptied the powder on a flat rock. Next I pried the primer, or cap, from the shell, and laid it on the rock, in the midst of the scattered powder. All was ready. Maud still watched from the tent. Holding the paper in my left hand, I smashed down upon the cap with a rock held in my right. There was a puff of white smoke, a burst of flame, and the rough edge of the paper was alight.
Maud clapped her hands gleefully. โPrometheus!โ she cried.
But I was too occupied to acknowledge her delight. The feeble flame must be cherished tenderly if it were to gather strength and live. I fed it, shaving by shaving, and sliver by sliver, till at last it was snapping and crackling as it laid hold of the smaller chips and sticks. To be cast away on an island had not entered into my calculations, so we were without a kettle or cooking utensils of any sort; but I made shift with the tin used for bailing the boat, and later, as we consumed our supply of canned goods, we accumulated quite an imposing array of cooking vessels.
I boiled the water, but it was Maud who made the coffee. And how good it was! My contribution was canned beef fried with crumbled sea biscuit and water. The breakfast was a success, and we sat about the fire much longer than enterprising explorers should have done, sipping the hot black coffee and talking over our situation.
I was confident that we should find a station in some one of the coves, for I knew that the rookeries of Bering Sea were thus guarded; but Maud advanced the theoryโ โto prepare me for disappointment, I do believe, if disappointment were to comeโ โthat we had discovered an unknown rookery. She was in very good spirits, however, and made quite merry in accepting our plight as a grave one.
โIf you are right,โ I said, โthen we must prepare to winter here. Our food will not last, but there are the seals. They go away in the fall, so I must soon begin to lay in a supply of meat. Then there will be huts to build and driftwood to gather. Also we shall try out seal fat for lighting purposes. Altogether, weโll have our hands full if we find the island uninhabited. Which we shall not, I know.โ
But she was right. We sailed with a beam wind along the shore, searching the coves with our glasses and landing occasionally, without finding a sign of human life. Yet we learned that we were not the first who had landed on Endeavour Island. High up on the beach of the second cove from ours, we discovered the splintered wreck of a boatโ โa sealerโs boat, for the rowlocks were bound in sennit, a gun rack was on the starboard side of the bow, and in white letters was faintly visible Gazelle No. 2. The boat had lain there for a long time, for it was half filled with sand, and the splintered wood had that weatherworn appearance due to long exposure to the elements. In the stern sheets I found a rusty ten-gauge shotgun and a sailorโs sheath knife broken short across and so rusted as to be almost unrecognizable.
โThey got away,โ I said cheerfully; but I felt a sinking at the heart and
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