Every foot of sail that she could carry had been crowded to the Arabella's yards, to catch the morning breeze.

Ahead and on either side stretched the limitless expanse of ocean, sparkling golden in the sun, as yet no more than a half-disc of flame upon the horizon straight ahead.
About him in the waist, where all last night had been so peaceful, there was a frenziedly active bustle of some threescore men.

By the rail, immediately above and behind Lord Julian, stood Captain Blood in altercation with a one-eyed giant, whose head was swathed in a red cotton kerchief, whose blue shirt hung open at the waist.

As his lordship, moving forward, revealed himself, their voices ceased, and Blood turned to greet him.
"Good-morning to you," he said, and added "I've blundered badly, so I have.

I should have known better than to come so close to Jamaica by night.