At first I almost jumped at the proposition; but as quickly rejected it.

Ah! Annatoo: Woman unendurable: deliver me, ye gods, from being shut up in a ship with such a hornet again.
But are we yet through with her?
Not yet.

Hitherto she had continued to perform the duties of the office assigned her since the commencement of the voyage: namely, those of the culinary department.
From this she was now deposed.

Her skewer was broken.

My Viking solemnly averring, that he would eat nothing more of her concocting, for fear of being poisoned.