It seemed something like an old story, after his experience in the Bermudas.

The Eleuthera was cast off, the captain wished them a safe and prosperous voyage to their destination.

The mainsail had been set, and the breeze soon wafted the boat away from the ship.

The Chateaugay started her screw, and headed off to the eastward again, on the lookout for blockade-runners.
"Here is a light ahead," said Christy, after his companion had set the jib, and taken the helm.
"That is Egg Island light, about forty miles from Nassau.

Our course is south-west, which gives us a fair wind," replied the skipper.