"10th.—No wind—fall in with a largish island and four little ones, give them the name of Willis's Archipelago.
"11th.—A dead calm—sea smooth as a mirror—all of us dull and sleepy.
"12th.—Heat 90 deg.—shot a boobie, roasted and ate him, rather fishy—passed the night amongst some reefs.
"13th.—Same as the 12th, but no boobie.
"14th.—Same as the 13th.
"Dreadfully tiresome, is it not," said Jack; "no wonder they call this ocean the Pacific."
"Alas!" sighed Willis, thinking of the Nelson, "it does not always justify the name."
"15th.—Hailed a low island, surrounded with breakers, named it Sophia's Island."
"But all these islands have been named half a dozen times already," said Willis.
"Oh, never mind that, another name or two will not break their backs."