One day is surprisingly like another about these times, for us mariners in particular." "Do you really think so, Captain Cuffe ?--Now, to my notion, this day hasn't had its equal on the Proserpine's log, since we got hold of l'Epervier and her convoy.

You forget, sir, that we destroyed le Feu-Follet last night!" "Aye--that is something--especially for _you_, Griffin.

Well, Nelson will hear of it by mail as soon as we can get into Leghorn, which will be immediately after I have had an opportunity of communicating with these people in Porto Ferrajo.

After all that has passed, the least we can do is to let your veechy-govern-the-tories know of our success." "Sail, ho!" shouted the lookout, on the foretopsail-yard.
The two officers turned, and gazed round them in every direction, when the captain made the customary demand of "Where-away ?" "Here, sir, close aboard of us, on our larboard hand, and on our weather quarter." "On our weather quarter! D--n me if that _can_ be true, Griffin.

There is nothing but the island there.