Tom Ginn, the noisiest of the bunch, has been put in irons for [26] ]demanding an old-fashioned cocktail and inciting the passengers to mutiny. The clanking of his chains is having a quieting effect on the other pirates.
3 A. M.—Passed the trim little craft Coryphee, homeward bound, loaded with lobsters and champagne. Wigwagged to her that her starboard light was out and that her hair was coming down. She signalled back, “On your way.”
Ran afoul of a fleet of full-rigged Johnnies, stuck on Shanley’s oyster-beds. Offered to take them aboard [27] ]the Wagon, but they vociferously refused. Said they’d just got off one.
The Captain took the Sun as soon as it came out, and reported that we were a hell of a way from the Equator.
Passed a ragtime whistling buoy.