"The gale, by all means. It will help us off the land, and it will
put me through my torment of sea-sickness more quickly. Oh, yes,"
she added, "I'm a good sailor, but I do suffer dreadfully at the
beginning of every voyage. You probably won't see me for a couple of
days now. That's why I've been so busy getting settled first."
"Lord Nelson, I have read, never got over his squeamishness at sea,"
I said.
"And I've seen father sea-sick on occasion," she answered. "Yes, and
some of the strongest, hardest sailors I have ever known."
Mr. Pike here joined us for a moment, ceasing from his everlasting
pacing up and down to lean with us on the poop-rail.
Many of the crew were in evidence, pulling on ropes on the main deck
below us. To my inexperienced eye they appeared more unprepossessing
than ever.
"A pretty scraggly crew, Mr. Pike," Miss West remarked.
"The worst ever," he growled, "and I've seen some pretty bad ones.
We're teachin' them the ropes just now--most of 'em."
"They look starved," I commented.
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