"Using judgment, you see; not books, Mr.Higgins.Captain Price Bottom has sailed seventeen years, and never was deceived by that chart.

Don't make charts now as they used to make 'em, Mr.Higgins," he concluded, shrugging his shoulders.
The wind now came over the sea roaring like a fierce lion, indicating the rapid approach of the gale.
"If we make land off Bahia in forty-eight hours, then I'm mistaken," rejoined the first officer, satirically.

"There's something coming that will give us enough to do before morning." The words had hardly escaped his lips when the full force of the gale struck the ship, roaring and shrieking through her shrouds, and nearly throwing her on her beam ends.

The sea was soon lashed into a tempest, and made a clean sweep over her decks.

The canvas was carried clean from the bolt-ropes, the sheets were let go, and the lighter sails clewed up, and an attempt made to get the ship's head to the wind and lay her to.
But the mizzen-sails were all gone, and she fell off, and refused to obey her helm.