Take the tiller, Mr Herrick," he said, and he went forward.
"Going blow wind velly high.

Gleat wave and knock houses down," said Ching uneasily.
"Yes, my lad; we're going to have what the Jay-pans calls a tycoon." "No, no, Tom Jecks," I said, smiling.
"You may laugh, sir, but that's so.

I've sailed in these here waters afore and been in one.

Had to race afore it with bare poles and holding on to the belaying-pins.

Tycoons they call 'em, don't they, Mr Ching ?" "Gleat blow storm," said Ching, nodding.