"No, they are not lost, I hope, but I fear there is not much chance of their being saved.The ship struck at the very tail of the island on which we are cast.When the boat was tossed into the sea it fortunately did not upset, although it shipped a good deal of water, and all the men managed to scramble into it; but before they could get the oars out the gale carried them past the point and away to leeward of the island.After we landed I saw them endeavouring to pull towards us, but as they had only one pair of oars out of the eight that belong to the boat, and as the wind was blowing right in their teeth, they gradually lost ground.Then Isaw them put about and hoist some sort of sail, - a blanket, Ifancy, for it was too small for the boat, - and in half an hour they were out of sight.""Poor fellows," I murmured sorrowfully.
"But the more I think about it, I've better hope of them,"continued Jack, in a more cheerful tone."You see, Ralph, I've read a great deal about these South Sea Islands, and I know that in many places they are scattered about in thousands over the sea, so they're almost sure to fall in with one of them before long.""I'm sure I hope so," said Peterkin, earnestly."But what has become of the wreck, Jack? I saw you clambering up the rocks there while I was watching Ralph.Did you say she had gone to pieces?""No, she has not gone to pieces, but she has gone to the bottom,"replied Jack."As I said before, she struck on the tail of the island and stove in her bow, but the next breaker swung her clear, and she floated away to leeward.The poor fellows in the boat made a hard struggle to reach her, but long before they came near her she filled and went down.It was after she foundered that I saw them trying to pull to the island."There wan a long silence after Jack ceased speaking, and I have no doubt that each was revolving in his mind our extraordinary position.For my part I cannot say that my reflections were very agreeable.I knew that we were on an island, for Jack had said so, but whether it was inhabited or not I did not know.If it should be inhabited, I felt certain, from all I had heard of South Sea Islanders, that we should be roasted alive and eaten.If it should turn out to be uninhabited, I fancied that we should be starved to death."Oh!" thought I, "if the ship had only stuck on the rocks we might have done pretty well, for we could have obtained provisions from her, and tools to enable us to build a shelter, but now - alas! alas! we are lost!" These last words I uttered aloud in my distress.
"Lost! Ralph?" exclaimed Jack, while a smile overspread his hearty countenance."Saved, you should have said.Your cogitations seem to have taken a wrong road, and led you to a wrong conclusion.""Do you know what conclusion I have come to?" said Peterkin."Ihave made up my mind that it's capital, - first rate, - the best thing that ever happened to us, and the most splendid prospect that ever lay before three jolly young tars.We've got an island all to ourselves.We'll take possession in the name of the king; we'll go and enter the service of its black inhabitants.Of course we'll rise, naturally, to the top of affairs.White men always do in savage countries.You shall be king, Jack; Ralph, prime minister, and I shall be - ""The court jester," interrupted Jack.
"No," retorted Peterkin, "I'll have no title at all.I shall merely accept a highly responsible situation under government, for you see, Jack, I'm fond of having an enormous salary and nothing to do.""But suppose there are no natives?"
"Then we'll build a charming villa, and plant a lovely garden round it, stuck all full of the most splendiferous tropical flowers, and we'll farm the land, plant, sow, reap, eat, sleep, and be merry.""But to be serious," said Jack, assuming a grave expression of countenance, which I observed always had the effect of checking Peterkin's disposition to make fun of everything, "we are really in rather an uncomfortable position.If this is a desert island, we shall have to live very much like the wild beasts, for we have not a tool of any kind, not even a knife.""Yes, we have THAT," said Peterkin, fumbling in his trousers pocket, from which he drew forth a small penknife with only one blade, and that was broken.
"Well, that's better than nothing; but come," said Jack, rising, "we are wasting our time in TALKING instead of DOING.You seem well enough to walk now, Ralph, let us see what we have got in our pockets, and then let us climb some hill and ascertain what sort of island we have been cast upon, for, whether good or bad, it seems likely to be our home for some time to come."
