Wind was fair, or ought to be, but 'twas blowin' hard and so thick you couldn't hardly see the jib boom.

Zach he wanted to anchor, then he didn't, then he did, and so on.

Nobody paid much attention to him.
"'What'll we do, Nat ?' says 'Bije.

He knew who was the real seaman aboard.
"'Keep her as she is, dead afore it, if you ask me, says Nat.

'Guess we'll hit the broadside of the cape somewheres if this gale holds.' "So they kept her as she was.