The Captain's Tiger
By Athol Fugard
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Athol Fugard
Athol Fugard is a South African playwright and occasional director and actor who actively critized the Apartheid system through his work. He worked with actors such as Zakes Mokae and John Kani and soon gained international recognition for his plays. His fifty years of playwriting include The Blood Knot, Boesman and Lena, Master Harold ... and the Boys, The Road to Mecca and The Train Driver. He was awarded a Lifetime Achievement Tony Award in 2011. The film based on his novel, Tsotsi, won an Oscar for best foreign film.
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The Captain's Tiger - Athol Fugard
SCENE 1
The stage. A ship’s bell. The Author enters and strikes it eight times.
AUTHOR (To the audience): Eight bells. End of the watch.
Imagine you’re at the wheel of an old cargo ship steaming slowly across the Pacific. Its the deadman’s watch, midnight to four A.M., so the wheelhouse is dimly lit. In front of you is the illuminated face of the compass. You glance at it from time to time to check your course but mostly you’re just staring out into the darkness, watching the proud forward mast sweeping the stars as she rolls gently from side to side. Its a calm, clear night with a slight swell so an easy swing of the wheel is all that’s needed to keep hold your course. The sailor who is going to take over from you as helmsman is there at your side. You give him the compass bearing and he repeats it to make sure there is no mistake. You greet the officers and then head down to the galley for a mug of strong, hot tea, and because it’s that sort of night, you’ll sit out on deck, on one of the bollards maybe, and drink your tea and think your thoughts while the ship sails steadily on, the bows lifting and falling in a rhythm as seductive as those hips that gave you such a good time in the last port.
That is how I remember some of my nights on board the SS Graigaur. Graigaur
. . . it’s a Welsh word. It means rock of gold,
though by the time I joined her in 1952 she was starting to look more like a rock of rust.
One of the old tramp steamers, any cargo anywhere. A true wanderer of the seas.
My first sight of her was in Port Sudan harbor where she was taking on a cargo of salt for Japan. I knew absolutely nothing about ships so I thought she looked very impressive as I stood there on the quay side, watching the harbor crane dump avalanches of gleaming white crystals into her holds. In any case you can’t get to know a lady like her when she’s tied up with heavy mooring ropes in a stagnant harbor basin with hordes of shore workers crawling all over her. You need to be out on the open sea for that.
I got my chance a few days later when the last mooring rope was cast off and the tugs started to pull her away from her berth, swing her around and guide her toward the opening in the breakwater. The image that came to me then as I stood there on deck and which still seems so right to me, was of some ancient, blind leviathan, deep rumblings coming from her belly, as she nosed around clumsily looking for her escape, and when she found it, when she slipped past the breakwater and her bows dipped into the freedom of the open sea, I felt a thrill shiver through her rusty old hulk.
The voyage had begun.
I was twenty years old.
SCENE 2
Number Four hatch of the SS Graigaur; a small folding card table, box to sit on, stack of paper, fountain pen and ink. The Tiger writes a letter to his mother.
TIGER:
SS Graigaur
Somewhere in the Red Sea
August 17th, 1952
Dear Mom,
I sincerely hope you didn’t faint when you read the address at the top of this letter. It is not a joke. I am writing to you now aboard the steamship Graigaur which is headed for Japan.
Just when I thought my only hope of getting out of Port Sudan was to stow away on one of the ships headed for England, I met Captain Hersee in the bar of the Red Sea Hotel. We started talking and when he heard about my predicament he offered to take me on board his ship as a supernumerary. That means I get a shilling a month, a comfortable bunk in the sick bay and three whopping good meals a day in return for which I have to look after the captain—clean his cabin, make his bed, do his washing, serve him his food . . . a sort of glorified servant. Tell Dad that in sailors’ jargon I am what is known as the Captain’s Tiger. I think we are going to get on very well. I’ve only been on the ship a couple of days so I don’t really know yet about the rest of the gang. The officers are white and the sailors a real bag of liquorice-all-sorts . . . black, brown and yellow.
But the important news, Mom, is that apart from seeing the world, this is my chance to keep the promise I made you, and settle down at last to serious writing. I’m ready for it now. No more short stories and poems—I’m going for the big one, a novel à la Tolstoy, and its going to be about a beautiful young