The _Spray_ was now in a protected sea and smooth water, the first she had dipped her keel into since leaving Gibraltar, and a change it was from the heaving of the misnamed "Pacific" Ocean.
The Pacific is perhaps, upon the whole, no more boisterous than other oceans, though I feel quite safe in saying that it is not more pacific except in name.

It is often wild enough in one part or another.

I once knew a writer who, after saying beautiful things about the sea, passed through a Pacific hurricane, and he became a changed man.

But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?
At last here was the _Spray_ in the midst of a sea of coral.

The sea itself might be called smooth indeed, but coral rocks are always rough, sharp, and dangerous.