Doctor at Sea

Third repeated.
    Three men swung on each davit handle with an energy usually shown at sea only when arriving in port ten minutes before the pubs shut.
    ‘Swing out, there!’Captain Hogg repeated.’ The ship is going down!’
    A rocket flew into the air and exploded into gently falling coloured stars.
    ‘Get a move on, you men!’ he shouted.
    ‘Come on, come on!’ Trail ordered impatiently.
    ‘Stand-by the falls, there!’
    ‘Excuse my interrupting,’ I said. ‘But if we’re sinking we don’t seem to have much of a list on.’
    ‘Cut it out, Doc! Right, lower away there! Steady forrard!’
    Hornbeam, in his life-jacket and underpants, came breathlessly over to us.
    ‘What’s up?’ I asked.
    ‘Search me. The Old Man started it. I went up to the bridge and he kicked me off.’
    Suddenly the deck lights snapped on. We all paused and looked at one another.
    ‘Right!’ came from the loud hailer.’ That was the poorest exhibition I’ve seen in all my years at sea. That was boat drill, see? As it should be done. None of this Friday afternoon tea-party stuff. You’re the most inefficient crew I’ve ever had the misfortune to sail with. Swing ‘em in again and dismiss.’
    To a chorus of groans and ingenious profanity the boats were swung in and made fast.
    I went below to change my clothes and pour myself a drink. I was still towelling myself when Trail came in.
    ‘What the hell does Father think he’s up to?’ he demanded, throwing his wet life-jacket on my bunk.
    ‘I suppose he’s allowed to hold boat drill at night if he wants to.’
    ‘He’s allowed to, all right. He’s allowed to do anything. He can marry you, bury you, put you in irons, or hang you from the yardarm. That doesn’t mean to say he can do it every night.’
    ‘What do the crew think of it?’
    ‘They’re complaining to their Union.’
    ‘I wish I could complain to mine.’
    Trail pulled his wet jacket off and sat down. ’I wonder what made the Old Man do it?’ he asked more calmly.’ It’s the first time we’ve seen him for a week.’
    ‘Probably didn’t want us to forget him.’
    ‘That’s likely. It’s finished with now, anyway. It was bloody cold up there on deck. You’re going to have about twenty pneumonia cases tomorrow.’
    ‘Care for a peg before we turn in?’
    ‘Thanks, I’ll have a quick one.’
    I was handing him the whisky bottle when the whistle blew for the second time.
    The scene on the boatdeck was repeated, but it was played at a much more leisurely pace. The crew showed no enthusiasm at all for the exercise.
    ‘Come on!’ Trail ordered.’ It’s got to be done, so you’d better get it over with.’
    Put your backs in it!’ the loud hailer roared.’ Call yourselves sailors? Get a move on with number four, Mr Trail!’
    ‘For God’s sake, lads,’ Trail said. ‘Keep the Old Man happy.’
    Slowly our boat swung out, rocking in the wind, tugging at the arms of the swearing crew.
    After twenty minutes on the cold, wet deck, Captain Hogg gave the order to swing in again. The boats were brought back to their blocks, lashed down, and covered with their canvas sheets.
    Hornbeam, who had found time to put on his uniform, came back to us.
    ‘All squared up, Third?’ he asked anxiously.
    ‘Aye aye, Mr Hornbeam.’
    ‘All right. You lot can dismiss.’
    The voice came from the loud hailer.
    ‘Right! Now repeat the exercise!’
    Hornbeam spun round.
    ‘No!’ he shouted towards the bridge. ’We won’t!’
    The wind and sea were making a fair noise, but these were obliterated by the silence that fell upon everyone on deck. I held my breath. The bridge was in darkness, but I imagined clearly the explosive figure standing there.
    The loud hailer was still for a few seconds.
    ‘This is mutiny!’ it roared.
    Hornbeam shrugged his shoulders.
    ‘Dismiss, all hands,’ he said. ‘Disregard all further alarm signals.’
    ‘Mr Hornbeam, I’ll put you in irons!’
    Hornbeam took no notice.
    ‘You’ll pay for this, by God!’
    ‘You see everything’s lashed down, Third,’ Hornbeam continued calmly. ’I’m going on the bridge.’
    He made towards the ladder.
    ‘You come up here and I’ll kick your teeth in!’
    He reached the end of the ladder. A heavy fire-bucket fell on the deck, just missing his head. I got hold of him and pulled him away.
    ‘Look here,’ I said. ‘Don’t be a fool. Let me go up and see him. After all, I’m more or less out of this. I can explain it’s bad