Christy went on deck, in obedience to the order he had received, and found the engineer on the quarter-deck buried in the fog, which was just then more dense than at any time before.
"The captain's pretty well set 'up,' isn't he Christy ?" said Graines in a low tone.
"About half seas over; but he knows what he is about, though he took another heavy potion just now," replied the lieutenant.
"All right; I think we can manage this craft very well without him," added Graines with a smile, which could not be seen in the darkness.
But the conversation was interrupted at this point by the appearance of the cook, whose legs were more tangled up by his tipples than his master's.

He delivered the request of Captain Sullendine that they should come into the cabin, and partake of the lunch which had been set out for them.

As they moved towards the companion, they saw Sopsy creep over to the alley where Bokes had been sleeping, and take up the bottle of apple-jack Christy had given him, and drink from it.

It was evident to them that the cook could not be much longer in condition for any duty.
The two mates went below as invited, and found the captain at the table.
He had brought out the bottle of whiskey, and was eating of the dishes before him, but plainly with little relish.
"Have another little drink, Mr.Balker; but I think Mr.Sandman had better not take anymore," said the master, whose speech was rather thick by this time.
"Thank you, Captain Sullendine; I will do a little in that way, for we are likely to have a very damp night of it," replied Graines, as he helped himself, though he did not take ten drops.
"A little does one good; but it don't do to take too much when we have very important business on our hands.

After that one, Mr.Balker, I advise you not to take any more till we get clear of the blockaders," added the skipper, as he emptied the bottle into his glass.
The ham on the table was of excellent quality, and the two mates ate heartily of it, with the ship-bread.