Many a time he must have been thinking of his bamboo hut, when they were talking of Sydney and its dance-houses.
We were now fairly at sea, though to what particular cruising-ground we were going, no one knew; and, to all appearances, few cared.

The men, after a fashion of their own, began to settle down into the routine of sea-life, as if everything was going on prosperously.
Blown along over a smooth sea, there was nothing to do but steer the ship, and relieve the "look-outs" at the mast-heads.

As for the sick, they had two or three more added to their number--the air of the island having disagreed with the constitutions of several of the runaways.

To crown all, the captain again relapsed, and became quite ill.
The men fit for duty were divided into two small watches, headed respectively by the mate and the Mowree; the latter by virtue of his being a harpooner, succeeding to the place of the second mate, who had absconded.
In this state of things whaling was out of the question; but in the face of everything, Jermin maintained that the invalids would soon be well.

However that might be, with the same pale Hue sky overhead, we kept running steadily to the westward.