Whistle on your nails, my boys, for the glory of old England." In reply to their shrill appeal--for even the women tried to whistle--or perhaps in compulsory sequence of the sun, the wind freshened briskly from the sunny side of east.

The tattered sails of the brave ship filled, with the light falling through them upon one another, the head swung round at the command of helm, the pennons flew gaily and the ensign flapped, and she bore down smoothly on the outer and therefore unwounded side of the enemy.
"That's what I call judgmatical," old Mike shouted, with a voice that rivalled cannon; "whoever thought of that deserves three epulets, one on each shoulder and one upon his head.

Doubt if old Keppel would have thought of that, now.

You see, mates, the other Crappo can't fire at her without first hitting of her own consort.

And better than that--ever so much better--the tilt of the charge will throw her over on her wounds.
Master Muncher hath two great holes 'twixt wind and water on his larboard side, and won't they suck the briny, with the weight of our bows upon the starboard beam?
'Twill take fifty hands to stop leaks, instead of stopping boarders." The smoke was drifting off, and the sun shone bravely.