We took him to Po-Po's, and gave him a dinner of baked pig and breadfruit; with pipes and tobacco for dessert.

The account he gave us of the ship agreed with my own surmises.

A cosier old craft never floated; and the captain was the finest man in the world.

There was plenty to eat, too; and, at sea, nothing to do but sit on the windlass and sail.

The only bad trait about the vessel was this: she had been launched under some baleful star; and so was a luckless ship in the fishery.