THE HOME OF THE OCEAN MONARCH Trot sobbed quietly with her head on Cap'n Bill's shoulder.

She had been a brave little girl during the trying times they had experienced and never once had she given way to tears, however desperate their fate had seemed to be.

But now that the one enemy in all the sea to be dreaded was utterly destroyed and all dangers were past, the reaction was so great that she could not help having "just one good cry," as she naively expressed it.
Cap'n Bill was a big sailor man hardened by age and many adventures, but even he felt a "Lump in his throat" that he could not swallow, try as hard as he might.

Cap'n Bill was glad.

He was mostly glad on Trot's account, for he loved his sweet, childish companion very dearly, and did not want any harm to befall her.
They were now in the wide, open sea, with liberty to go wherever they wished, and if Cap'n Bill could have "had his way," he would have gone straight home and carried Trot to her mother.