We’re bound to the southward and eastward, wind at north and east. She’s blowin’ fresh today, but the sea’s proper glassy and ideal for sailin’. I reckon we must be comin’ down the channel by Shenchu Bay, and should pass the whiskers of Motaku Isle tomorrer.
Them lugs what came aboard in Port Peril got ‘emselves in some trouble with some big rats down the bilge. I dunno if Plugg knew them things was down there, but ’ee sent ’em down just as soon as Jacky Scrimshaw came up, mewlin’ like ‘eed lost ’is mother in a game o’ hind-the-ploughman. Anyways, they got bitten up pretty good, some o’ them, but all seems still on their sea-legs this e’ening.