She's worse than a kangaroo now." "Better leap over the waves than under them, having a ton of green water come over our bows every minute.

Steady, there!" "Steady it is, sir," replied Moggridge, who was acting as quartermaster.
"Keep her so, and mind to let her off when she seems inclined to broach to.

I think we've seen the worst of it now, and can pipe down to dinner." "I'm sure I sha'n't be sorry to have a fair mouthful to-day," said Mr Marline with a melancholy smile.

"I haven't known what a good square meal was since the gale began, and think I could do justice to one now." "So could I," replied the captain; and he went below to give Harry the steward some especial orders on the subject, the result being that the last pair of fowls occupying the nearly tenantless hen-coops were removed screaming to the cook's galley, to reappear an hour afterwards on the cabin table at the first regular dinner we were able to sit down to together for four days.

The ship, although racing on still before the gale, was now riding more easily and rolling less, while no heavy seas came dashing aft from the forecastle to wash us all up in a heap pell-mell into the stern-sheets, as had hitherto been the case at meal- times--a moving mass of legs and arms, crockery-ware, savoury dishes, and table furniture in general! When I again went on deck, the ship was going beautifully, tearing through the water like a racehorse and parting the waves on either side of her bows as if she were veritably ploughing the deep, the crests of the sea rising in foam over the fore-yard and floating in the air in the shape of spindrift and spray far astern.
The sky, too, had somewhat lost its leaden hue, clearing towards the zenith, where one or two odd stars could be seen occasionally peeping down at us through the storm rack that flew overhead like scraps of fleecy wool.