My next impulse was to share my prize with my shipmates.

But here a judicious reflection obtruded.

From the sea-monarchs, his ancestors, my Viking had inherited one of their cardinal virtues, a detestation and abhorrence of all vinous and spirituous beverages; insomuch, that he never could see any, but he instantly quaffed it out of sight.

To be short, like Alexander the Great and other royalties, Jarl was prone to overmuch bibing.

And though at sea more sober than a Fifth Monarchy Elder, it was only because he was then removed from temptation.