THE SINKING SHIP
by Robert Louis Stevenson · from Fables
Adapted Version
Captain Calm was on his big boat. It was a very big boat. A very, very big boat. But something was wrong!
Mr. Hurry ran into the room. He was very fast. He looked very worried. 'Captain Calm!' he said. 'The big boat has a big hole! It is going down fast! We must do something!'
Captain Calm smiled a calm smile. 'Don't worry, Mr. Hurry,' he said. 'All boats go down. This boat goes down slowly. Time is funny. It is okay. This is my way of thinking. It is a good way.'
Mr. Hurry came back again. 'Captain Calm,' he said. 'The boat goes down more now! It is very fast!' Captain Calm said, 'We are always going somewhere.'
They went to the top of the boat. The sailors were eating all the snacks. They were playing loudly. They made much noise. Captain Calm smiled. 'They are just having fun,' he said. 'Life is always a big adventure. It is okay.'
Mr. Hurry thought very hard. He thought for a long time. 'Captain Calm,' he said. 'Maybe they always played loudly? Since they came on the boat? Is that right?'
They went to a storage room. Old Sailor Sam was there. He ate a big cookie. A very big cookie. 'Why eat cookie?' Captain Calm asked. 'Boat go down,' Sam said. 'They told me. So I eat.'
Captain Calm nodded his head. 'See?' he said. 'Life is always a bit wobbly. We still do our jobs. We still eat cookies.' This was his way of thinking.
Mr. Hurry looked confused. 'But Captain,' he asked. 'Is it okay to eat a cookie? In the storage room? When the boat has a hole?'
Captain Calm smiled. 'Good point!' he said. 'Now, where is my special stick?' He looked around for his stick. Suddenly, the big boat went BOOM!
And that was the end of Captain Calm's big boat. Maybe it's good to listen to your friends sometimes!
Original Story
II.—THE SINKING SHIP.
“Sir,” said the first lieutenant, bursting into the Captain’s cabin, “the ship is going down.”
“Very well, Mr. Spoker,” said the Captain; “but that is no reason for going about half-shaved. Exercise your mind a moment, Mr. Spoker, and you will see that to the philosophic eye there is nothing new in our position: the ship (if she is to go down at all) may be said to have been going down since she was launched.”
“She is settling fast,” said the first lieutenant, as he returned from shaving.
“Fast, Mr. Spoker?” asked the Captain. “The expression is a strange one, for time (if you will think of it) is only relative.”
“Sir,” said the lieutenant, “I think it is scarcely worth while to embark in such a discussion when we shall all be in Davy Jones’s Locker in ten minutes.”
“By parity of reasoning,” returned the Captain gently, “it would never be worth while to begin any inquiry of importance; the odds are always overwhelming that we must die before we shall have brought it to an end. You have not considered, Mr. Spoker, the situation of man,” said the Captain, smiling, and shaking his head.
“I am much more engaged in considering the position of the ship,” said Mr. Spoker.
“Spoken like a good officer,” replied the Captain, laying his hand on the lieutenant’s shoulder.
On deck they found the men had broken into the spirit-room, and were fast getting drunk.
“My men,” said the Captain, “there is no sense in this. The ship is going down, you will tell me, in ten minutes: well, and what then? To the philosophic eye, there is nothing new in our position. All our lives long, we may have been about to break a blood-vessel or to be struck by lightning, not merely in ten minutes, but in ten seconds; and that has not prevented us from eating dinner, no, nor from putting money in the Savings Bank. I assure you, with my hand on my heart, I fail to comprehend your attitude.”
The men were already too far gone to pay much heed.
“This is a very painful sight, Mr. Spoker,” said the Captain.
“And yet to the philosophic eye, or whatever it is,” replied the first lieutenant, “they may be said to have been getting drunk since they came aboard.”
“I do not know if you always follow my thought, Mr. Spoker,” returned the Captain gently. “But let us proceed.”
In the powder magazine they found an old salt smoking his pipe.
“Good God,” cried the Captain, “what are you about?”
“Well, sir,” said the old salt, apologetically, “they told me as she were going down.”
“And suppose she were?” said the Captain. “To the philosophic eye, there would be nothing new in our position. Life, my old shipmate, life, at any moment and in any view, is as dangerous as a sinking ship; and yet it is man’s handsome fashion to carry umbrellas, to wear indiarubber over-shoes, to begin vast works, and to conduct himself in every way as if he might hope to be eternal. And for my own poor part I should despise the man who, even on board a sinking ship, should omit to take a pill or to wind up his watch. That, my friend, would not be the human attitude.”
“I beg pardon, sir,” said Mr. Spoker. “But what is precisely the difference between shaving in a sinking ship and smoking in a powder magazine?”
“Or doing anything at all in any conceivable circumstances?” cried the Captain. “Perfectly conclusive; give me a cigar!”
Two minutes afterwards the ship blew up with a glorious detonation.
Story DNA
Moral
The story satirizes extreme philosophical detachment in the face of imminent danger, suggesting that some situations demand practical action or at least a break from abstract thought.
Plot Summary
When his ship begins to sink, Captain is informed by his first lieutenant, Mr. Spoker, but responds with extreme philosophical detachment, asserting that life is always dangerous and time is relative. They find the crew getting drunk and an old salt smoking in the powder magazine, both situations the Captain addresses with the same calm, abstract reasoning about the human condition. Mr. Spoker eventually challenges the Captain's logic, to which the Captain responds by asking for a cigar, moments before the ship spectacularly explodes.
Themes
Emotional Arc
calm detachment to explosive end
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Robert Louis Stevenson was a Scottish novelist and poet, known for adventure stories and essays. This piece reflects a philosophical, almost absurdist, take on human nature and stoicism, characteristic of some intellectual currents of his time.
Plot Beats (10)
- The first lieutenant, Mr. Spoker, bursts into the Captain's cabin to report the ship is sinking.
- The Captain calmly dismisses the urgency, stating that from a 'philosophic eye,' the ship has been sinking since it was launched and that time is relative.
- Mr. Spoker returns from shaving, reiterating the ship is settling fast, but the Captain continues his philosophical discourse on the constant threat of death making all inquiries equally futile.
- They go on deck to find the crew getting drunk, which the Captain again addresses with philosophical remarks about life's inherent dangers and the irrationality of their behavior.
- Mr. Spoker, adopting the Captain's rhetoric, points out that the crew may be said to have been getting drunk since they came aboard.
- In the powder magazine, they find an old salt smoking, who explains he was told the ship was going down.
- The Captain delivers another philosophical speech, asserting that life is always as dangerous as a sinking ship, yet humans maintain routines and hope for eternity.
- Mr. Spoker challenges the Captain, asking the difference between shaving in a sinking ship and smoking in a powder magazine.
- The Captain, declaring the point 'perfectly conclusive,' asks for a cigar.
- Two minutes later, the ship blows up with a glorious detonation.
Characters
The Captain ★ protagonist
A man of average height and sturdy build, likely weathered from years at sea but maintaining a composed demeanor. His movements are deliberate and unhurried, even in crisis. He likely has a well-maintained, perhaps slightly formal, appearance despite the circumstances.
Attire: A formal Royal Navy captain's uniform from the late 19th century: a dark navy blue double-breasted frock coat with brass buttons, gold braid epaulets, and rank insignia on the cuffs. White shirt underneath, possibly a dark tie or cravat. Well-polished dark trousers and boots.
Wants: To maintain a philosophical perspective on life and death, even in the face of imminent doom; to uphold a sense of order and human dignity until the very end.
Flaw: His extreme philosophical detachment can make him seem oblivious or uncaring to immediate practical concerns and the emotional state of others.
He remains steadfast in his philosophical outlook, demonstrating its consistency even in the face of death, and ultimately, his perspective is validated (or at least maintained) until the ship's destruction.
Philosophical, calm, detached, ironic, composed.
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A composed adult male naval captain, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a calm, slightly amused expression, with intelligent eyes and neatly trimmed, possibly graying hair. He wears a dark navy blue double-breasted frock coat with brass buttons and gold braid epaulets, a white shirt, dark trousers, and polished dark boots. He holds a lit cigar in one hand. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Mr. Spoker ◆ supporting
A man of average height and build, perhaps a bit more prone to showing stress than the Captain. He is initially seen half-shaved, indicating a hurried and somewhat disheveled state. His movements are more urgent and practical.
Attire: A Royal Navy first lieutenant's uniform from the late 19th century: a dark navy blue frock coat with less elaborate gold braid than the Captain, but still formal. White shirt, dark trousers, and boots. He might appear slightly less pristine than the Captain.
Wants: To address the immediate crisis of the sinking ship and the breakdown of discipline among the crew; to perform his duties as an officer.
Flaw: Lacks the Captain's philosophical detachment, making him more susceptible to panic and frustration with the Captain's abstract reasoning.
He remains consistent in his practical, duty-bound approach, serving as a foil to the Captain's philosophy. He questions the Captain's reasoning but ultimately follows his lead.
Practical, urgent, dutiful, somewhat exasperated, literal-minded.
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An adult male naval first lieutenant, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a concerned and slightly exasperated expression, with neatly trimmed dark hair. He wears a dark navy blue frock coat with gold braid insignia, a white shirt, dark trousers, and polished dark boots. His posture is attentive and dutiful. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Salt ○ minor
An old, weathered sailor, likely thin and stooped from years of hard labor at sea. His skin would be deeply tanned and lined, showing the effects of sun and wind.
Attire: Typical late 19th-century sailor's attire: a coarse canvas or wool shirt (perhaps striped), baggy canvas trousers, and a worn pea coat or jacket. A simple neckerchief might be tied around his neck. His clothes are likely stained and patched.
Wants: To find a small comfort (smoking) in the face of inevitable death, having been told the ship was sinking.
Flaw: Lack of foresight or understanding of the immediate danger of smoking in a powder magazine; simple fatalism.
He appears briefly as an example of the crew's fatalistic reaction, serving to highlight the Captain's philosophical stance.
Resigned, simple-minded, apologetic, fatalistic.
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An elderly male sailor, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a grizzled, deeply lined face with a long, unkempt gray beard and rheumy eyes. He wears a coarse canvas shirt, baggy canvas trousers, and a worn pea coat. He holds a lit clay pipe in his mouth, exhaling a puff of smoke. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Captain's Cabin
A private, enclosed space on a ship, likely furnished simply for a naval captain, with a mirror for shaving. The air would be tense with the ship's imminent sinking.
Mood: Initially calm and philosophical, then increasingly urgent and absurd.
The initial conversation between the Captain and Mr. Spoker about the ship's sinking and the nature of existence.
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A small, spartan naval captain's cabin from the 19th century, with polished dark wood paneling and a brass-rimmed porthole showing a turbulent, grey sea. A simple wooden desk is bolted to the floor, and a small, ornate shaving mirror hangs on the wall, reflecting the dim, filtered light from the porthole. The air feels heavy and still, despite the implied motion of the ship. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Ship's Deck
The open upper level of a sailing ship, exposed to the elements, now chaotic with panicked, drunken sailors. The deck would be listing, and the sounds of the ship breaking apart would be audible.
Mood: Chaotic, desperate, and ultimately futile, with a sense of impending doom.
The Captain confronts the drunken crew who have broken into the spirit-room, delivering another philosophical monologue.
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A wide, weathered wooden deck of a 19th-century sailing ship, listing heavily to one side under a stormy, overcast sky. Splintered planks and scattered debris are visible, and the ship's rigging is taut and straining. Waves crash against the hull, sending spray over the railing. Groups of disheveled sailors are slumped against masts and barrels, clearly intoxicated, their faces pale in the dim light. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Powder Magazine
A dark, enclosed, and highly dangerous compartment deep within the ship, designed to store gunpowder. It would be dimly lit, likely by a lantern, and filled with barrels of explosives.
Mood: Extremely tense and perilous, with a sense of immediate, catastrophic danger, juxtaposed with the old salt's casual defiance.
The Captain discovers an old salt smoking a pipe amidst the gunpowder, leading to the final philosophical exchange before the ship explodes.
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A cramped, dark powder magazine deep within the hull of a 19th-century wooden sailing ship. Stacks of rough-hewn wooden barrels, clearly labeled 'GUNPOWDER', fill the space, illuminated by the flickering, warm glow of a single brass lantern hanging from a beam. The air is thick and still, with the faint smell of salt and wood. An old sailor sits casually on a barrel, puffing on a clay pipe, oblivious to the extreme danger. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
