"Well, talking won't undo the evil now. What do you propose doing?"
"We've cured it so far, your grace. We've served the rudder-head with the half-inch, and driven wedges inside the iron all round."
"And you think it is safe now?"
"Quite safe for the run."
"And you do not think it necessary or advisable to put in anywhere?"
"That's what I came to speak to your grace about."
"There's Izlemouth, a couple of hours nearer than Silver Bay. How is the wind for Izlemouth?"
"Fair, your grace. We'd carry it over the quarter."
"And how is it for home?"
"Abeam."