Jack roused up, and went on deck.
"This nebber do, Massa Easy; we all go to devil together--together--dam drunken dogs--I freshen um up anyhow." So Mesty drew some buckets of water, with which he soused the ship's company, who then appeared to be recovering their senses.
"By heavens!" says Jack, "but this is contrary to the articles of war; I shall read them to them to-morrow morning." "I tell what better ting, Massa Easy: we go lock up all de wine, and sarve out so much, and no more.

I go do it at once, 'fore they wake up." Mesty went down, leaving Jack on deck to his meditations.

"I am not sure," thought Jack, "that I have done a very wise thing.

Here I am with a parcel of fellows who have no respect for the articles of war, and who get as drunk as David's sow.

I have a large ship, but I have very few hands; and if it comes on bad weather, what shall I do ?--for I know very little--hardly how to take in a sail.