We have carried away our propeller." "What are you going to do about it ?" asked Barker.
"Do?
There is nothing to be done.

We must sail for it.

I am dreadfully sorry." "It is not your fault," said Claudius.
"Well, I suppose not.

It happens even to big steamers." "And shall we sail all the way to New York ?" asked his sister, who was completely reassured.

"I think it will be lovely." Miss Skeat also thought sailing much more poetic than steaming.
"I think we must hold a council of war," said the master.