"When I woke, I found myself sleeping quietly in my hammock on board the Jolly Admiral, and when I tells my story, all on 'em laughs at me, and even denies that there was any Phantom Ship at all.
"But, in course, that didn't make no difference to me, since it was all true."
"It was a dream," suggested Tony Trybrace.
"Certainly," said I.
"Avast, yer lubbers! Doesn't I know as what I knows?"
And with this conclusive argument, Bluefish "turned in."
CHAPTER XVII. HOMEWARD BOUND.
The next day, the tempest having abated, and everything being snug on board the Queer Fish, we weighed anchor, took the northeasterly trades on our top-gallants, and started on our return round the Cape.
Every one was exceedingly jolly, as is usually the case on board a vessel homeward bound, after a long and prosperous voyage.