The Boatswain’s Watch
by W. W. Jacobs Captain Polson sat in his comfortable parlour smiling benignly upon his…
The Boatswain’s Mate
By. W. W. Jacops Mr. George Benn, retired boat-swain, sighed noisily, and with a despondent…
Striking Hard
by W. W. Jacobs “You’ve what?” demanded Mrs. Porter, placing the hot iron carefully on…
Stepping Backwards
by W. W. Jacobs “Wonderful improvement,” said Mr. Jack Mills. “Show ‘em to me again.”…
Smoked Skipper
by W. W. Jacobs “Wapping Old Stairs?” said the rough individual, shouldering the bran-new sea-chest,…
Skilled Assistance
by W. W. Jacobs The night-watchman, who had left his seat on the jetty to…
Sentence Deferred
by W. W. Jacobs Fortunately for Captain Bligh, there were but few people about, and…
Self-Help
by W. W. Jacobs THE night-watchman sat brooding darkly over life and its troubles. A…
Sam’s Ghost
by W. W. Jacobs Yes, I know, said the night-watchman, thoughtfully, as he sat with…
Sam’s Boy
by W. W. Jacobs It was getting late in the afternoon as Master Jones, in…