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But I leave it to any one—the swell16 of my fifteen-years-old manhood at learning that French Frank, the adventurer of fifty, the sailor of all the seas of all the world, was jealous of me—and jealous over a girl most romantically named the Queen of the Oyster Pirates. I had read of such things in books, and regarded them as personal probabilities of a distant maturity17. Oh, I felt a rare young devil, as we hoisted18 the big mainsail that morning, broke out anchor, and filled away close-hauled on the three-mile beat to windward out into the bay.Such was my escape from the killing19 machine-toil, and my introduction to the oyster pirates. True, the introduction had begun with drink, and the life promised to continue with drink. But was I to stay away from it for such reason? Wherever life ran free and great, there men drank. Romance and Adventure seemed always to go down the street locked arm in arm with John Barleycorn. To know the two, I must know the third. Or else I must go back to my free library books and read of the deeds of other men and do no deeds of my own save slave for ten cents an hour at a machine in a cannery.No; I was not to be deterred20 from this brave life on the water by the fact that the water-dwellers had queer and expensive desires for beer and wine and whisky. What if their notions of happiness included the strange one of seeing me drink? When they persisted in buying the stuff and thrusting it upon me, why, I would drink it. It was the price I would pay for their comradeship. And I didnt have to get drunk. I had not got drunk the Sunday afternoon I arranged to buy the Razzle Dazzle, despite the fact that not one of the rest was sober. Well, I could go on into the future that way, drinking the stuff when it gave them pleasure that I should drink it, but carefully avoiding over-drinking.The more I saw of the life, the more I was enamoured of it. I can never forget my thrills the first night I took part in a concerted raid, when we assembled on board the Annie—rough men, big and unafraid, and weazened wharf2-rats, some of them ex-convicts, all of them enemies of the law and meriting jail, in sea-boots and sea-gear, talking in gruff low voices, and "Big" George with revolvers strapped3 about his waist to show that he meant business.Nelson, "Young Scratch" they called him, to distinguish him from "Old Scratch," his father, sailed in the sloop5 Reindeer6, partners with one "Clam7." Clam was a dare-devil, but Nelson was a reckless maniac8. He was twenty years old, with the body of a Hercules. When he was shot in Benicia, a couple of years later, the coroner said he was the greatest-shouldered man he had ever seen laid on a slabNelson could not read or write. He had been "dragged" up by his father on San Francisco Bay, and boats were second nature with him. His strength was prodigious10, and his reputation along the water-front for violence was anything but savoury. He had Berserker rages and did mad, terrible things. I made his acquaintance the first cruise of the Razzle Dazzle, and saw him sail the Reindeer in a blow and dredge oysters11 all around the rest of us as we lay at two anchors, troubled with fear of going ashoreHe was some man, this Nelson; and when, passing by the Last Chance saloon, he spoke13 to me, I felt very proud. But try to imagine my pride when he promptly14 asked me in to have a drink. I stood at the bar and drank a glass of beer with him, and talked manfully of oysters, and boats, and of the mystery of who had put the load of buckshot through the Annies mainsail.We talked and lingered at the bar. It seemed to me strange that we lingered. We had had our beer. But who was I to lead the way outside when great Nelson chose to lean against the bar? After a few minutes, to my surprise, he asked me to have another drink, which I did. And still we talked, and Nelson evinced no intention of leaving the bar.Bear with me while I explain the way of my reasoning and of my innocence15. First of all, I was very proud to be in the company of Nelson, who was the most heroic figure among the oyster pirates and bay adventurers. Unfortunately for my stomach and mucous16 membranes17, Nelson had a strange quirk18 of nature that made him find happiness in treating me to beer. I had no moral disinclination for beer, and just because I didnt like the taste of it and the weight of it was no reason I should forgo19 the honour of his company. It was his whim20 to drink beer, and to have me drink beer with him. Very well, I would put up with the passing discomfort