Adventure Magazine Cover — page 88: what you’re looking at

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JUKES The story of a Sailor by a man who has been one BOARDING master’s boat was alongside by the fore rigging. The boarding master and his _ €rimp were bringing off the crew; helping the drunken sail- ors over the bulwarks, and shoving or dragging them into the forecastle. Alf Jukes came over the bulwarks last. He came without assistance. He was drunk, as were all his fellows, but his drunk- enness took a different turn to theirs. As he jumped to the deck he saw the ship’s mate by the mainmast. His attitude revengeful and defiant, Alf Jukes strode up to the mate. He stood face to face with him, and cursed him. The mate paid no attention at all to Alf Jukes. He had heard the same thing, had seen the same thing, too many times from such men as Jukes. He looked at Jukes as unconcernedly as if he looked at a coil of rope or a barrel of tallow. As the mate turned disinterestedly away, Jukes addressed himself to the ship. Scorn- fully scanning her from boom to taffrail, from deck to mastheads, from yard-arm to yard-arm, he cursed her. As if exasper- “Jukes” copyright, 1926, by Bill Adams. 86 Bil] CS eed ated by her silence, as if maddened by her dignity, he raised his voice higher and higher. Like the mate, the ship paid no heed to him. The wind in her rigging whis- pered of clean things. Alf Jukes lifted his eyes to the serene and cloudless sky. Craning his neck, seeming to tiptoe a little, hands clenched and arms upraised, he shouted curses. No answer came from the sky. Jukes ceased his cursing and walked to the forecastle, in which his comrades were now gathered. Having put the last senseless seaman aboard, having collected from the skipper the price prearranged for them, having pocketed a month’s advance pay for each one of them, the boarding master with his crimp was already well on the way ashore. The tug was alongside the ship. The ship’s mate leaned on the bulwark, and talked with the tugboat men. Presently the skipper appeared and spoke to the mate, who walked forward and called the sailors from the forecastle. Alf Jukes came last from the forecastle. Like all his comrades, he reeked of cheap and abominable liquor, but, unlike them, he Co y, ‘ JOO 5}