I think that will do.

But, where is the sugar I told you to get out, Jake ?" "Here he am," replied the darkey, handing another bag up.

"Dat's fine sugar, sah, for de cabin table." "And where is the other sort ?" asked the captain.
"Um here too; but cask too big for dis chile to lift." "Then you must get out more in something smaller, for the men's coffee in the morning," said Captain Miles.

"I don't want them to be treated differently to myself, and I know I like sugar in mine." "Yah, yah, massa too good," laughed Jake; but he proceeded to obey the captain's orders, and another bag was soon added to the pile on the floor of the cabin awaiting distribution.
"Now, Tom," said Captain Miles to me, "run and call in a couple of the hands to take out their rations.

I'm going to serve out the grub at once, and we may as well all eat together." It should be mentioned that all these preparations, although I have taken so long to describe them, did not take up much time, the captain knowing from his own feeling that the men were all starving, and not keeping them an instant longer without food than he could help.
On receipt of his order, therefore, I hastened away, returning almost immediately with one of the sailors and Cuffee, who asserted his right of coming for the food; but, while I was absent Jake had procured a knife that was used for opening the tins of preserved meat out of the steward's pantry, where, from its being hung on a hook, it had escaped being lost among the other debris.