“Well, I don’t understand these things. When do we sail?”
“The day after to-morrow.”
“To join the fleet off Toulon?”
“Yes; but I suppose we shall be driven on the Spanish coast going there. I never knew a man-of-war that was not.”
“No; wind always blows from the South going up the Mediterranean.”
“Perhaps you’ll take another prize, Jack—mind you don’t go away without the articles of war.”
“I won’t go away without Mesty, if I can help it. Oh, dear, how abominable a midshipman’s berth is after a long run on shore! I positively must go on deck and look at the shore, if I can do nothing else.”
“Why, ten minutes ago you had had enough of it.”
“Yes, but ten minutes here has made me feel quite sick. I shall go to the first lieutenant for a dose.”
“I say, Easy, we must both be physicked on the same day.”