It's one o' the features o' his face.

We tarred him plenty now you hear to me." That evening a boat was lowered and the Captain of _The Snow_ crossed a hundred yards of quiet sea to dine with the Captain of _The Star_ in the cabin of the latter.

Next day a stiff wind came out of the west.
All sail was spread, the ships began to jump and gore the waves and _The Star_ ran away from the smaller ship and was soon out of sight.
Weeks of rough going followed.

Meanwhile Solomon stuck to his task.
Every one was sick but Jack and the officers, and there was not much cooking to be done.
Because he had to take off his coat while he was working in the galley, Solomon gave the precious letter into Jack's keeping.
Near the end of the sixth week at sea they spied land.
"We cheered, for the ocean had shown us a tiger's heart," the young man wrote.

"For weeks it had leaped and struck at us and tumbled us about.
The crossing is more like hardship than anything that has happened to me.