Their second morning under the lee of the rock during Paul's watch the large bark Culpepper, commanded by a very irritable old mariner was slowly passing.

The angry voice of the captain, as he heartily cursed his crew was plainly heard on the George.

In a lull in the torrent of abuse an Irish sailor who was leaning over the George's rail, said derisively: "Hould on, hould on Captain, till the waters bile and Oi'll go over and shave ye." The remark was overheard by the captain of the Culpepper who cried loudly and angrily: "Bark ahoy, there! Bark ahoy, there." "What do you want ?" responded Paul coming to the side.
"Are you the captain ?" demanded the infuriated ruler of the Culpepper.
"No," said Paul, "he is below." "Then call him up," he thundered.
At this moment, Captain Moore, who had heard the conversation, protruded his head through the hatch and Paul informed him that the captain of the Culpepper desired to speak to him.

He hailed the Culpepper and desired to know what was wanted.
"Why one of your -- --- shell-backs insulted me," was the answer that floated across the water.
"What did he say ?" inquired Captain Moore.
"Why he told me to wait till the water boiled and he would come aboard and shave me," thundered the angry captain of the Culpepper.
"And why the blazes don't you wait, it would add to your personal appearance considerably," said Captain Moore as he disappeared down the gangway.
About noon the wind changed and the long looked for easterly breeze came rippling over the waters of the Mediterranean.

All sail was made and the fleet stood away through the straits.