He only announced his intention of going on shore at Valparaiso.

He was certainly a singular man.

At all events, he did not seem to be a sailor.

He seemed to be even more strange to marine things than is usual with a master cook, part of whose existence is passed at sea.
Meanwhile, as to being incommoded by the rolling and pitching of the ship, like men who have never navigated, he was not in the least, and that is something for a cook on board a vessel.
Finally, he was little seen.

During the day, he most generally remained confined in his narrow kitchen, before the stove for melting, which occupied the greater part of it.