I felt very feverish and said so, on which they both began to apologize, and we all turned in for some sleep.
Next day we were the best of friends, and we got leave to go ashore for a few hours.

We were anchored in Grassy Bay, off Ireland Island--that is, off the island where the hulks are, and where the school-master spent those ten long years.

Alister and Dennis wanted to take a boat and make for Harrington Sound, a very beautiful land-locked sheet of water, with one narrow entrance through which the tide rushes like a mill-race, but when they heard my reason for wanting to have a look at my friend's old place of labour and imprisonment, they decided to stay with me, which, as it happened, was very lucky for us all.
We were all three so languid, that though there was much to see and little time in which to see it, when we found three firm and comfortable resting-places among the blocks of white stone in the dockyard, we sat down on them, and contented ourselves with enjoying the beautiful prospect before us.

And it so happened that as Dennis said, "if we'd taken a box for the Opera" we could not have placed ourselves better for the marvellous spectacle that it was our good luck to witness.

I must try and tell it in order.
The first thing we noticed was a change among the sea-birds.