The galley had been carried away, but the cook had just made a shift to boil a cauldron of coffee below, and a mug of this was served out to all hands.

As Reuben broke a biscuit into his portion, and sipped it, he thought he had never enjoyed a meal so much.

He had now been, for eighteen hours, wet through to the skin; and the coffee sent a warm glow through him.
The captain ordered all hands, save a few absolutely required on deck, to turn in; and Reuben was soon in a glow of warmth beneath his blankets and, lulled by the now easy motion of the ship, was fast asleep in a few minutes.
After four hours' sleep, he was again on deck.

The gale was blowing as strongly as ever, three men were at the helm, and the vessel was still tearing along at great speed.

Several of the male passengers were on the poop, and the contrast between the appearance of the Paramatta at the same hour on the previous day, and that which she presented now, struck Reuben very strongly.