"
"And what will Captain Wicks be thinking of the
whaleboat?" asked the Irishman.
"I don't think of it at all," said Wicks. "We've a
smart-looking brig under foot; that's all the whaleboat
I want."
"Excuse me!" cried Tommy. "That's childish talk.
You've got a brig, to be sure, and what use is she?
You daren't go anywhere in her. What port are you to
sail for?"
"For the port of Davy Jones's Locker, my son," replied
the captain. "This brig's going to be lost at sea.
I'll tell you where, too, and that's about forty miles
to windward of Kauai. We're going to stay by her till
she's down; and once the masts are under, she's the
FLYING SCUD no more, and we never heard of such a
brig; and it's the crew of the schooner CURRENCY
LASS that comes ashore in the boat, and takes the
first chance to Sydney."
"Captain, dear, that's the first Christian word I've
heard of ut!" cried Mac. "And now, just let me arrum
be, jewel, and get the brig outside."
"I'm as anxious as yourself, Mac," returned Wicks; "but
there's not wind enough to swear by.
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