In ten minutes he served me with a perfect cup of coffee.

I read on until daylight, and half-past eight found me, breakfast in bed finished, dressed and shaved, and on deck.

We were still towing, but all sails were set to a light favouring breeze from the north.

In the chart-room Captain West and the pilot were smoking cigars.
At the wheel I noted what I decided at once was an efficient.

He was not a large man; if anything he was undersized.