"Why, she's a warship!" he added.
Jean thought she was not, but Maitre Ranulph said "Pardi, I ought to know, Jean.

Ship-building is my trade, to say nothing of guns--I wasn't two years in the artillery for nothing.

See the low bowsprit and the high poop.

She's bearing this way.

She'll be Narcissus!" he said slowly.
That was Philip d'Avranche's ship.
Guida's face lighted, her heart beat faster.