May good luck go with us! Get your baggage together and follow me, or go on ahead, if you prefer." While he was speaking, a knock sounded at the door, and a sailor with a bristling beard stood upon the threshold.

"You're hanging in the wind, Eumolpus," said he, "as if you didn't know that son-of-a-bitch of a skipper!" Without further delay we all got up.

Eumolpus ordered his servant, who had been asleep for some time, to bring his baggage out.
Giton and I pack together whatever we have for the voyage and, after praying to the stars, we went aboard..