On a hint from me that I was dissatisfied, and should not object to accompany him in the Edwin, he gravely shook his head, and remarked that such a course would be unusual and improper; that he was about to retire from the sea; that it would be best for me to stick by Captain Turner, in whom I should always find a friend, and perform the whole voyage I had undertaken.
He left the port on the following day, bound for the Gulf of Mexico, and I never saw him again.

He encountered a "norther" on the coast of Cuba, and the Edwin struck on the Colorado Reef, and all on board perished! It was believed that Captain Turner, as a matter of course, would procure a sufficient quantity of good water, and some tolerable provisions for the forecastle hands, before we proceeded on our voyage.
But our worthy captain, who was a great worshipper of the "almighty dollar," in whatever shape it appeared, had no intentions of the kind.
Water was scarce, and cost ten dollars a cask.

Beef and bread also cost money, and we left St.Bartholomew with only the wretched apology for provisions and water which were put on board in Martinico.
Probably no American vessel ever left a port with such miserable provisions for a voyage.

Bread, beef, and water constituted our variety.
We had no rice, beans, Indian meal, fish, or any other of the numerous articles usually furnished by merchants for the sustenance of the sailors who navigate their ships; and SUCH beef, bread, and water as we were doomed to live upon for three successive weeks after we left St.
Bartholomew, was surely never prescribed by the most rigid anchorite and exacting devotee as a punishment for the sins of a hardened transgressor..