You go away on a ship.

Go to Lima again, or to Brazil.
There's always trouble in South America.' 'Do you suppose I want to be told where to go?
Great Heavens, the only difficulty is to know where I'm to stop.

But I shall stay here, as I told you before.' 'Then you'll be buried in Kensal Green and turn into adipocere with the others,' said Torpenhow.

'Are you thinking of commissions in hand?
Pay forfeit and go.

You've money enough to travel as a king if you please.' 'You've the grisliest notions of amusement, Torp.