"A glass of grog is a bait that he'll play round till he gorges.

When you see it to his lips, go up to him boldly, and ask his pardon, if you have offended him, and then, if he's a good Christian, as I believe him to be, he'll not refuse it." I thought this was very good advice, and I waited under the bulwark on the lee-side.

I observed that the master made shorter and shorter turns every time, till at last he stopped at the capstan and looked at the grog.

He waited about half a minute, and then he took up the tumbler, and drank about half of it.

It was very strong, and he stopped to take breath.