VOLUMEONE
Chapter1.
Marseilles—TheArrival
On the 24th of February, 1815, the look-out at Notre-DamedelaGarde
signalledthethree-master,thePharaonfromSmyrna,Trieste,andNaples.
Asusual,apilotputoffimmediately,androundingtheChâteaud’If,goton
boardthevesselbetweenCapeMorgionandRionisland.
Immediately, and according to custom, the ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean
werecoveredwithspectators;itisalwaysaneventatMarseillesforashipto
come into port, especially when this ship, like the Pharaon, has been built,
rigged,andladenattheoldPhoceedocks,andbelongstoanownerofthecity.
Theshipdrewonandhad safely passed thestrait, which some volcanic
shock has made between the Calasareigne and Jaros islands; had doubled
Pomègue,andapproachedtheharborundertopsails,jib,andspanker,butso
slowlyandsedatelythattheidlers,withthatinstinctwhichistheforerunnerof
evil, asked one another what misfortune could have happened on board.
However,thoseexperiencedinnavigationsawplainlythatifanyaccidenthad
occurred, it was not to the vessel herself, for she bore down with all the
evidenceofbeingskilfullyhandled,theanchora-cockbill,thejib-boomguys
alreadyeasedoff,andstandingbythesideofthepilot,whowassteeringthe
Pharaontowardsthenarrowentranceoftheinnerport,wasayoungman,who,
withactivityandvigilanteye,watchedeverymotionoftheship,andrepeated
eachdirectionofthepilot.
Thevaguedisquietudewhichprevailedamongthespectatorshadsomuch
affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vessel in
harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the
Pharaon,whichhereachedassheroundedintoLaRéservebasin.
Whentheyoungmanonboardsawthispersonapproach,helefthisstation
bythepilot,and,hatinhand,leanedovertheship’sbulwarks.
Hewas a fine, tall, slimyoung fellow of eighteen ortwenty, with black
eyes,andhairasdarkasaraven’swing;andhiswholeappearancebespoke
thatcalmnessandresolutionpeculiartomenaccustomedfromtheircradleto
contendwithdanger.
“Ah,isityou,Dantès?”criedthemanintheskiff.“What’sthematter?and
whyhaveyousuchanairofsadnessaboard?”