Those who had made voyages were talking to their companions about the various ports at which they might touch, and the sights they would behold.
All, save those suffering from the effects of the sea, were in high good temper.

As much fresh beef as was like to keep good till eaten had been brought on board.

The wind set in, the next morning, freshly from the northeast; and with all sail set, the Swan ran gaily before it.
"Would that this wind would blow, without a break, for another month," Reuben Hawkshaw said, as he sat at dinner with the two mates and Roger.
Standing and Pengarvan looked up quickly; but the latter, without a question, again betook himself to feeding.

Standing, however, laid down his jackknife in astonishment.
"A month, Captain Hawkshaw?
I should have thought four or five days of this would give us ample westing, and that after that a westerly breeze, somewhat from the north, would suit us best." "Ay, ay, you would think so, Standing; but then you see, you know not to within a good many points where our journey tendeth.

Wait till I have finished my dinner, for man cannot talk and eat together, with comfort.