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Blow Up With The Ship - Wilkie Collins

'Blow up with the ship' is a short story by 19th century writer Wilkie Collins. It is a thriller story.

The story is narrated in first person. The narrator was sent to sea when still a boy and became a mate at the age of twenty five. The setting is sea during the year 1818, when the Spanish colonies in South America were fighting for independence.

The writer sailed in the ship named, ‘The Good Intent’. The ship was laden with gun powder. It was sent to help a revolution. She had a crew of eight. As the ship contained gun powder, They were not allowed to smoke or light the lanterns. But the Captain used to light the candle when he went to bed or when he looked over his charts on the cabin table. Therefore the regulations didn’t apply to him.

Finally they reached the coast of South America and a boat came towards them rowed by two men, one was an Irishman and the other was an evil-looking native pilot. The native pilot was “skinny, cowardly, quarrelsome fellow”. He picked quarrel with everyone. He lighted the pipe and the narrator became angry and tried to stop him. The pilot tried to push him. He raised his hand and the pilot fell down and pulled out his knife. The narrator slapped his murderous face. The next morning when the narrator awakened, he found himself bound. His hands and legs were tied. The ship was in the hands of the Spaniards and all the seven members of the ship were killed except him.

The pilot came there with a pilot’s stick and carpenter’s drill in one hand and a long piece of thin rope in the other. He put the candle stick, with the new candle lighted in it. He drilled a hole in the side of the barrel and the gun powder came trickling out. He rubbed the powder into a whole length of thin rope. He then tied the rope to the candle which was just one feet away from him. He then whispered to the narrator “blow up with the ship” and everyone left the place with the gun powder. The narrator was filled with fright and fainted.

The narrator woke up after eight months. He came to know that an American ship which came that way had saved him. The story like other adventure stories, end on a positive note with the rescue of the protagonist.

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