"What is it you're drinking it in ?" "Some of Collier's port, sir.

Boy, bring a glass for Mr O'Brien." "Here's your health, Peter, and wishing you may keep out of a French prison this cruise.

Mr Montague, as caterer, I will beg you will order another candle, that I may see what's on the table, and then perhaps I may find something I should like to pick a bit off." "Here's the fag end of a leg of mutton, Mr O'Brien, and there's a piece of boiled pork." "Then I'll just trouble you for a bit close to the knuckle.

Peter, you dine in the cabin, so do I--the doctor refused." "Have you heard when we sail, Mr O'Brien ?" inquired one of my messmates.
"I heard at the admiral's office, that we were expected to be ordered round to Plymouth, and receive our orders there, either for the East or West Indies, they thought; and, indeed, the stores we have taken on board indicate that we are going foreign, but the captain's signal is just made, and probably the admiral has intelligence to communicate." In about an hour afterwards, the captain returned, looking very red and hot.

He called the first lieutenant aside from the rest of the officers, who were on deck to receive him, and told him, that we were to start for Plymouth next morning; and the admiral had told him confidentially, that we were to proceed to the West Indies with a convoy, which was then collecting.