The discipline of the fleet was of a mongrel character, composed of naval and military tactics.

When the squadron sailed in compact order verbal commands were given; and when the boats were too far apart for the word to be heard, signals were used.

But these details will be better understood as the squadron proceeds on its voyage.
The boats were ranged in line, side by side, with the Zephyr on the right, the Butterfly on the left, and the Dip in the middle, each with its gay flags floating to the breeze.

All the oars were in-board, and the clubs were waiting for the commodore's orders.
On board the Zephyr, a longer staff than she had formerly used was erected, on which, half way up, was placed her fly, and at the top the broad pennant--of blue, covered with silver stars.

On this pole the signals were hoisted, when the pennant had to be lowered for the time.
All eyes were directed to the commodore, who was standing up in the stern sheets of the flag boat.
"Ready!" said he, in a voice loud enough to be heard the whole length of the line; and every boy grasped his oar.
"Up!" It was a beautiful sight to observe the precision with which the oars were erected.