But the turtle-steak was good.

I found no fault with the cook, and it was the rule of the voyage that the cook found no fault with me.

There was never a ship's crew so well agreed.

The bill of fare that evening was turtle-steak, tea and toast, fried potatoes, stewed onions; with dessert of stewed pears and cream.
Sometime in the afternoon I passed a barrel-buoy adrift, floating light on the water.

It was painted red, and rigged with a signal-staff about six feet high.