"Good-bye, and mind you bring our countryman back safe." "You bet," shouted the skipper.

"I'll take care o' him as if he wer my own kin.

Now, Eric," he added, "you've got to tend your duties to the last aboard, you know; away aft with you an' see to the mizzen sheets.
All hands make sail!" The topsails were dropped at the same moment and sheeted home, while the jib was hoisted; and the ship, paying off, forged slowly up to her anchor.
"Now, men," sang out Captain Brown sharply.

"Put your heart into thet windlass thaar, an' git the cable in! It's comin' on to blow hard, an' if you don't look smart we'll never git out of this durned bay in time!" Clink, clank, went round the unwieldy machine, as the crew heaved with a will, their movements quickened by the urgency of getting under weigh without delay, and each man exerting the strength of two.
"Heave away, men!" chorussed the mate, standing over them and lending his voice to their harmonious chant.

"Heave! Yo ho, heave!" A few hearty and long pulls, and then the anchor showed its stock.
"Hook cat!" shouted the mate; whereupon, the fall being stretched along the deck, all hands laid hold.
"Hurrah, up with her now, altogether!" came the next cry; and then, the anchor was bowsed up to the cathead to the lively chorus that rang through the ship, the men walking away with the fall as if it had no weight attached to it.