My captain is dead; I have barely escaped; but I am a good sailor.

Leave me at the first port you make; I shall be sure to find employment." "Do you know the Mediterranean ?" "I have sailed over it since my childhood." "You know the best harbors ?" "There are few ports that I could not enter or leave with a bandage over my eyes." "I say, captain," said the sailor who had cried "Courage!" to Dantes, "if what he says is true, what hinders his staying with us ?" "If he says true," said the captain doubtingly.

"But in his present condition he will promise anything, and take his chance of keeping it afterwards." "I will do more than I promise," said Dantes.
"We shall see," returned the other, smiling.
"Where are you going ?" asked Dantes.
"To Leghorn." "Then why, instead of tacking so frequently, do you not sail nearer the wind ?" "Because we should run straight on to the Island of Rion." "You shall pass it by twenty fathoms." "Take the helm, and let us see what you know." The young man took the helm, felt to see if the vessel answered the rudder promptly and seeing that, without being a first-rate sailer, she yet was tolerably obedient,-- "To the sheets," said he.

The four seamen, who composed the crew, obeyed, while the pilot looked on.

"Haul taut."-- They obeyed.
"Belay." This order was also executed; and the vessel passed, as Dantes had predicted, twenty fathoms to windward.
"Bravo!" said the captain.
"Bravo!" repeated the sailors.