Freya was in Brest.
The cook explained it all simply enough when the captain besieged him with fresh questions.
"The lady-bird must just be passing through.

Perhaps she flitted away that same evening....

That meeting was just a chance encounter." Ferragut had to give up his investigations.

The defensive work on the ship was about terminated and the holds contained their cargo of projectiles for the army of the Orient and various unmounted guns.

He received his sailing orders, and one gray and rainy morning they lifted anchor and steamed out of the bay of Brest.