It was at his instance I found an asylum in the Charity along with the officers of the pilot-boat.
The crew of the Charity consisted of some eight or ten men, Dutchmen, Swedes, and Italians, as brutal and ignorant a set of men as it was ever my misfortune to fall in with.

With such officers and such a crew, it may be imagined there was little discipline on board.

Liquor could be easily obtained; and drunken rows and fighting among themselves, and occasionally with the captain or mate, were of frequent occurrence.

None of the crew gave me a welcome when I went on board, and I saw at once there could be no good fellowship between us.

I found a space in the forecastle for my chest, and in that warm climate it mattered little where I slept.